Thank you everyone for making my book successful! Readers who love paranormal stories apparently like my book and I am so happy about it. I am actually working on another book similar to it as the events around here have continued and I continue to document my journey in this gift of prophesy and discernment. What I have truly loved about all of this is that I have met and talked to so many wonderful people who can relate very well with what I am writing about. Some of them have agreed to allow me to share their stories in my next book so it will be quite a collection! If you have stories you would like to share (it can be anonymous if you would like), I would love to include them in the sequel. I believe there are many of us out there with the same gift and it helps others who do not understand their gifts when they read experiences of others like themselves. So send me a message if you want to contribute! Thanks again everyone!
This weekend, my husband and I attended a wedding and stayed in a motel that is known to be haunted. I do my best to avoid putting myself in the situation of trying to sleep while resident spirits do their best to get my attention. It just does not make for a restful night.
The hotel we stayed in is part of what is now called Fort Clark Springs in Brackettville, Texas. I have written about many of the events that happened to me there while we lived in Brackettville (‘Growing Up Weird: Confessions of a Closet Medium’ available on amazon.com or createspace.com). Fort Clark Springs used to be an Army Post back in the day and many people died there. To make matters more interesting, there is the ‘White Lady’ who can show up anywhere on the Fort according to legend. I have felt her presence many times myself but I have never seen her like many other people.
But this trip was not supposed to be a ghost hunt. I have never participated in a ghost hunt because….well…I do not have to hunt for ghosts. They find me. It has been explained to me that spirits can tell which people can discern them and that they often want to do their best to get attention from such people. My own mother, as she was dying, gave me a clue about this aspect of my gift.
Mom had been talking to angels for a day or so when I tapped her shoulder to tell her that I was going to step out to get a bite to eat. I did not expect her to even hear me as she was so involved in being halfway on the other side. But, she surprised me. She came out of her seemed trance and grabbed my arm. Then she looked at me intently and said, “Oh my! You are SO perceptive!” Then she went right back to her trance.
I really did not know how to take that at first. What did she mean? As I have thought about that day many times since, I have decided that she was able to see what spirits see when they look at me. They instantly know that I know they are in the room. My guess is that they want to tell me something, even if it is just “Hi! I’m here!” They want my attention for some reason.
So, when I stepped into the hotel room this weekend and immediately felt the presence of spirits, I knew I was going to be a target. I did not feel anything evil, just spirits of people. Still, I did not want them to keep me awake. I stood there in the middle of the room and gave a small speech.
“Look,… yes I know you’re here….Hi….it is nice to meet you. Now, I want you to know that you are not allowed to mess with me while I am sleeping. No touching, no sitting on the bed, no pulling covers off, no voices in my ear and no throwing things at me! We will get along just fine if you will keep my rules.”
Of course, my poor husband just shook his head as he watched me give my little speech. He is getting used to it by now. He is completely clueless and has never had any experiences except when the spirit played with the remote to the portable air conditioner, turning it on and off and playing different tunes as it pushed the different buttons( complete story in my book).
With that said, I got ready for bed, confidently feeling that I could get a decent night of sleep. I closed my eyes and saw them there around me. I saw three different spirits. One was a green color and the other two were lavender and gold. I decided to ignore them. I could feel them watching me so I did have some trouble going to sleep but I did finally drop off…..until about 5 a.m. The sound of footsteps walking across the dark room woke me up. The footsteps went across the room and into the bathroom. Then, the spirits did the few things that I had not specifically listed in my rules. The next thing I knew, my travel organizer that I had hanging in the little closet began to swing back and forth. I raised up on one elbow and saw it swinging.
“Okay…that’s enough of that!”
The organizer stopped swinging, but the towel rack started squeaking like the rod was being turned. Then the towel that had been hanging on it fell to the floor. I sat up and frowned toward the bathroom. I realized that I needed to go to the restroom at that point, but there was no way I was going to go in there. Obviously, they were determined to mess with me and I just could not possibly list all the things they could do to entertain me on my list of no-no’s.
Fortunately, my husband woke up at that point and we decided to go ahead and get up and leave. As I opened the door to leave, I turned around and spoke into the air again.
“It was so nice to meet you….thanks for all the entertainment!” What else could I say?
Among the many blessings for which I am thankful are the gifts that the Holy Spirit has given to me. At this time of year, we thank God for His many blessings. We should not forget to include our spiritual gifts.
When Jesus ascended up into Heaven, He left us a comforter that we know as the Holy Spirit. All of us have spiritual gifts. Some of us are unaware of our gifts or we simply choose to ignore them, but we all have gifts. It is part of the mystery that unfolded when God forgave us our sin through Jesus.
Of course, I am thankful for all of my blessings. God has been so gracious to me with gifts of a beautiful family and friends who I love dearly. I am surrounded by proof of God’s love. He has also provided everything I could ever need in the way of material things. I am not saying that I am wealthy according to earthly standards. I am a retired school teacher so that should tell you that I am not going around just buying everything I want. But I am very happy and blessed with what I have and it all came from God. This includes my spiritual gifts.
It is truly a blessing to be able to see Spirit. Those of you who have this gift understand what I am saying. The comfort it gives me is unmeasurable in that I am secure in the knowledge that God is in control and that I am never alone. I am surrounded by angels and the spirits of those who have passed before me and by the love of God. I cannot imagine living without that knowledge because I would think that the confusion of life would just be horrendous to bear.
The gift is both a blessing and a responsibility. We must be very thankful to God for this blessing, but we must also use our gifts for Him as He would have us use them. With our gifts, we can give much comfort to those around us and those who are hurting. We can comfort those who are about to pass with knowledge of where they are going and how it will be wonderful when they get there. We can comfort those who have lost loved ones with the knowledge that their loved ones are not as far away as it may seem.
I am always blessed when I can be used to give someone else comfort. I believe it is for this purpose that I was given my gifts and it is when I am fulfilling this purpose that I am truly happy. Thank you God!!!!!
Today I decided to have a vender booth at a Trades Day in San Saba. I set up my little table with my two books, Growing Up Weird: Confessions of a Closet Medium and Weapon of Jihad next to other venders with tables full of great jewelry and hand-made crafts. My poor little table looked a little out of place among the other tables. But, I found that it was great fun to talk to people about Growing Up Weird because they were very interested in the topic. I love finding people who understand Spirit the way I do. The conversations were fascinating and I know I found friends with kindred spirits. I will have to do that more often!
This week I devoted many hours to marketing and publicity. I love the writing, but this other job is intense! There is so much to learn and I am only now getting a glimpse of what is involved.
I went to a local market fair on Saturday and set up a table with my two books proudly displayed. Weapon of Jihad is so very different from Growing Up Weird in so many ways. Weapon of Jihad is supposedly fiction (though some of it happened on 9/11 two years after we first had it published) and Growing Up Weird is nonfiction. I found that Weapon of Jihad attracted mostly men, but some women and Growing Up Weird attracted many more men than I thought it would. Women loved it also, but the men seemed to be able to relate it to some relative such as a Grandmother or Aunt. The men actually grew somewhat misty-eyed and then bought the book. This was certainly a surprise to me.
Another surprise was the number of people who just opened up to me about their own experiences. I knew there were many like myself out there, but I did not know how willingly (almost eagerly) they would reveal these intimate situations to me as a complete stranger. I talked to so many people that I actually lost my voice and it has not returned to me as of this writing. It’s a good thing I can communicate this way as it is the only communicating I will be doing for a while.
I think I will begin part 2 of this book now. I am going to make a collection of stories from people who want to share their stories, but remain anonymous. I think that it will make quite an interesting collection of readings. What do you think? Are you interested in contributing to the collection? Just email me or leave a comment.