We just returned from another trip. Odd and more odd doesn’t really define it exactly. While spontaneously visiting an area on Mt Blanca, Colorado this appeared on my driver’s side window. It occurred when Andrea and I walked away for less than ten minutes and while Tina was still in the car (back turned to my window) getting thorns out of her shoes. No other humans were around. After later showing the owner of the home, we were renting, she notified her scientist friend to seek a logical explanation. He could not find one. So he took this photo with an added color to capture the image from the dusty window. He then used his computer to draw out the image for clarity.
Walking into the hotel, I didn’t notice much. I was looking forward to unloading my car for the one-night stay and heading to the restaurant for a nice dinner.
After unloading my belongings into my room, I began to notice several deceased people in my room and in the hallway. Some were obvious and some were a spark of light as I walked the hallway. I began to wonder how well I would sleep. I knew they couldn’t and probably would not want to hurt me, but still…kind of creepy.
After a very nice crab cake appetizer, curry chicken soup (to die for-no pun intended), and a green salad, I was ready to head back to my room. I had previously promised my nonphysical roommates I would listen to their stories after dinner.
In a timely and convenient (always a nice surprise) manner, I noticed an entity seemingly ready to speak.
“I’m all alone,” she said.
“How are old are you?” I asked.
“Why are you here?”
“I don’t know. I just end up here, over and over and over.”
“What do you mean, you try to leave?”
“Yes. I walk around and around trying to find a way out.”
“But you don’t know how you got here?”
“No, don’t you understand?!”
“You know there are many others here like you, right?”
She seemed confused by that.
“They’re walking around, like you.”
She doesn’t see them.
“What is the last thing you remember?”
I noticed the curtains behind her. The plastic long rod that pulls the curtains closed kept swaying back and forth, back and forth. I had been over there previously and had not felt a breeze nor was it windy outside.
“Fishing? Who were you fishing with?”
“What do you remember next?”
“It got dark really fast.”
“We started running for the tent, we were going to camp.”
“I don’t remember, everything went black.”
“Where were you fishing?”
“At a lake.”
I had been having many extraterrestrial experiences lately, so my natural thought process was in the direction of extraterrestrials.
“Do you remember seeing a light or hearing a humming noise?”
Well, either she wasn’t abducted or she doesn’t remember being abducted.
“Did you know you have guides?”
“Guides…who can help you?”
In that moment, the higher Beings came in, four of them advising me to help her move on. I knew she couldn’t see them.
“Do you see a light?”
“No…I don’t know.”
“You can move into it and out of here.”
“I don’t trust it…”
“Call it heaven or another universe or something else… but it carries peace.”
I gave her time to cross over and she did.
The curtain rod stopped moving.
A couple more came in and then left. A male in particular. We’ll see if they return…hopefully before my bedtime!
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…