At age 13, it was thunderstorming and the power went out. I was on the phone with Danielle (you met her) when the lightening lit up my room. In the doorway was a jeans/flannel-wearing chap with no head. He was leaning in the stance that only the "cool" can put-off. He disappeared without warning but it was very James Dean, in that it was almost sexy.
At age 23, my husband and I were sleeping when "something" awoke us. V. was clawing at our quilt and when I screamed, "something" threw him across the room and into a place between the dresser and wall that my hips would not fit. He did a complete 360 mid-air.
I dabbled into trying to figure out what was going on in our house. I bought the book "The Book of Seance" and tried to take my own journey. First things first, it asked that you remove all biases and ask your spirit guide to appear in a dream. The landscape of said dream is pretty key throughout the whole process. So I did just that. My dream involved a woman my age and the scene was an old, abandonned water fountain (something you would find in a secret garden amongst mazes of tall hedges) The next day, I asked for her to come back (because this is apparently my guide). I envisioned the whole scenario of getting intune with the guide and then climbed up "the steps" to where I was suppposed to be (the garden/waterfountain). Following this, I awoke to a floating orange "x" in front of my closet. I knew what was happening. The next day, I did the ghost writing. I sat in my closet (because that is where I believed the power would be supreme), closed my eyes and concentrated on the abandonned fountain in the maze. I meditated for awhile and then the pen moved by itself. I asked for a name and all I was given was Loren Oliver or Oliver Loren. I was so scared. I have asked him/her questions and they were always correct.
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