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Ghosts

The benefit of being a medium is knowing when to ask your grandson, who has the ability to see and hear ghosts, how many ghosts are in his mother’s new apartment.

“Five,” he said.

Onward I go to the apartment to see three there and command they leave. It amazes me how easily they are drawn to my grandson.

But wait…they’re drawn to me too…

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New Page on My Blog!

Hey everyone!

I have a new page on my blog, Dulce and Los Alamos, New Mexico! Check it out for Part I of our adventure through a haunted area.

What One Thinks…

‘What one thinks is crazy, another knows is true.’ This thought came to me a little while back as I was writing the stories from the deceased children coming to me. It all sounds crazy, but I know they’re not lying and it’s information I could never make up in my worst nightmares.

Even if you do not see nonphysicals (they’re everywhere), if you can sense them, then acknowledge them. Even if you don’t hear their words, tell them they deserve love. Some may not want to hear that, some may reject it, but some may feel it’s safe enough to cross over.

Deceased Children Can Still Feel

Two deceased children came into the living room where I was sitting. I could feel that it was a little boy and an older girl, but they weren’t standing next to each other.

“He hit me,” the girl said.

“Why?”

“We wouldn’t listen or do what he said.”

In my mind I was wondering what kind of experiments they had to endure.

She continued, “We weren’t told what the experiments were. Just that we had to hide.”

“Hide? Like from the boogey-man?”

“Yes, so we wouldn’t leave.”

She nods at the little boy, still standing off and away, and said, “They hurt him worse. They would close his mouth so he couldn’t speak and sometimes they would close his eyes.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m eight,” she said while standing straighter and wanting to seem older for her age.

“I wasn’t always around him, sometimes he would run.”

“I’m so sorry they hurt you…”

She showed me an image of her head being shaved. It appeared her hair was blond.

“Is there something you want me to do?” I asked

“Make him not so afraid…”

While she didn’t know exactly what they were experimenting for, she showed me…