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Seances: My first contact with the spirits
My Grandma, who I call Nanny, told me how she use to do seances/table tipping. But after a very bad experience with an evil spirit, she never did them again. She said that an evil spirit came, who pretended to be her father, and she became filled with intense anger and grabbed a large knife. She snapped out of it and threw it when she realized what she was doing.
She dismissed the topic very quickly and we didn’t talk about it ever again. Until a few days later, she oddly wanted to do a seance. Keep in mind that she tells me about this dream she had recently about Grandpa, who died when I was 3 years old from cancer.
So we grab a chair and get two little stools for us to sit on. We would use the chair as a table, since we did not have a small enough table. We have our rosary beads on the seat of the chair because Nanny says that it wards off evil spirits. She said one time she was doing a seance, she got a really funny feeling that this spirit wasn’t pure. She grabbed the rosary beads that were on the table next to her and threw them onto the table they were doing the seance on. The entire table jumped upwards and they lost the contact.
We placed our hands onto the seat of the chair, our hands perpendicular to one another as we sat on the little stools.
Nanny tells me to “concentrate, just keep thinking rise, rise!” It took a few minutes, but then we made contact.
My grandmas hands started moving in little circles and then her hands started moving towards me. Her arms/hands were moving slowly back and forth, and as she moved them foward she would rub up my arms and then pull them back towards herself again, over and over. So I looked up at her face to see what was happening.
When I looked at her, my stomach knotted up because I thought she was posesssed. The look in her eye, it was not her. Her face was completely taken over by this emotion of love and peace. Even a skeptic would realize that she was taken over in another state. Finally, to my relief, she broke the silence with “whoever this is, really loves you, I feel a lot of love”.
Now, I am no longer scared. She is not posessed and it is a kind, loving spirit. So we start asking questions and ask the spirit to move the chair once for yes and twice for no, so we can figure out who you are. Sadly, the chair was too heavy to be moved. The spirit just kept moving her hands.
So I got the idea to use a trash can, turn it upside down, and use the bottom as a table surface! The spirit can easily move it, its so lightweight. So we try that and it worked like a charm, the spirit was able to tip it with ease.
My grandma, since she is so intune with her feelings, knew it was Grandpa. So she asked if it was him, “knock once for yes and two for no”.
The trash can lifts up once. It was grandpa and he came to say hello. We asked all sorts of questions and Grandpa was extremely willing, compliant, and honest.
The reason I mentioned Nanny’s dream before was because we asked if that was really him sending a message from heaven/the spirit plane. He said yes, and this made me smile. I am glad our loved ones can give us messages through dreams. I always felt dreams were portals to the spirit world, a little slice of temporary heaven.
During the middle of the seance, the most pecuilar thing happened, which solidified even more that this was completely real.
My right armpit started profusely sweating, but not my left armpit. I was not warm at all and even if I was warm, I would get just a little misty-ness going on. But this was as if my arm pit was peeing, or if I was wearing ten sweaters in a tanning bed. But only my right armpit!
I felt such warmth next to me too, but it wasn’t just warmth. It was this very peculiar feeling that I can’t even explain. I asked if that was him next to me and he knocked/tipped once for yes.
Before I was born and when Grandpa was alive, she said that they were getting ready to go to bed. Grandpa was already sleeping in bed and my Grandma was sitting upright with the light still turned on.
She looked up and she said she saw a young women sitting on her bed, staring at her very lovingly and smiling. She said she swore it looked like her mother, but she just wasn’t sure.
She shook my grandpa because she was so startled, but when he woke up and looked, she disappeared. At the time he was alive, he blew it off and said it was nothing. So we asked him if that was really her mother visiting her and it turns out it was! He told us that spirits can come visit you sometimes, but not evil ones.
Its not like in the movies where you are haunted by poltergeists or evil ghosts. Evil shows its face by getting into your soul, when you start hurting others and acting evil, you will feel miserable and become overall negative feeling, that is what evil energy is.
Another proof that this is real is that so far, all his predictions have turned out to be true (so far). My mind is blown, there is no faking that.
I have a few other very interesting seance and card reading stories that I will post about later :].
I found myself in a strange place today. On a street that I have choose to ignore for the past four years of my life. But today, I was there stranded, waiting for the tow truck to get my broken car and take it to my mother’s house.
As I sat in my car staring out at the street. The memories of a disillusioned boy rushed in my head, the nights I’d spend outside this street with my bike, overcoming my fear of spiders, longing to be invited inside, sweating from riding over in 90 degree weather.
I thought of how young I was, how full of hope I had been.
Then I remembered the heartbreak I endured, the increase of my insecurities.
My eyes began to water, I felt like an idiot. Not for those memories, but for how each moment after that I had fallen into the same routine. Falling over a boy who would never see me, the way I saw him.
I swore I was over it, and I realize now more than ever that I am. Now, the only thing is that I continue, countless times, to let my heart desire for what it can’t have. How that has broken me in millions of pieces. Numbing me completely, from everyone, losing grip of all the relationships around me.
A friend told me recently that she felt like she needed no one else, because she had all the people she needed. When I heard that, all I wanted to do was cry, but I haven’t cried in so long. I thought to myself, I wish I felt the same way.
Here still lost, and soon to be forgotten.