Communicating with Spirits: My Origin Story (Part 1)
This topic came from my Facebook Group, The Chrysalis and full disclosure, I’ve put it off for quite a while because I did not know where to start. So, why not the beginning?
My mom recalls a story from when I was a kid quite often. She came down to the main living room and found that my name had been carved into the windowsill. She questioned me quite adamantly and to this day, I hold my ground that I did not do it. We still don’t know the truth.
I know, not so bone chilling . . . though there are others, and some more frightening than others.
I learned a while ago that not everyone feels they’re being watched all the time. I also learned after clearing my home finally and allowing the energy to settle, that I don’t have to feel that way. But for a very long time in my life, I did feel constantly watched, followed . . . hunted.
Now, if you’d rather the listen than read, or that is more accessible for you, you can click the links below for the the video version:
I remember scary movies - the ones with ghosts and demons - always got to me not because I was scared they were possible, but because they reminded me of what already was true in my life. As a kid, I had a notebook of “imaginary” friends and all of their names so that I could keep track; As a teen, the notebook morphed to a hand drawn map of my house with all the entities labelled by gender, and whether they were good or bad. I distinctly remember one room of the house that no one wanted to venture to; And I also remember one man who stood at the end of my bed and kept me safe. That was all I knew of him: A feeling of safety, and he was “good”. He was my protector.
I remember countless times trying to verify the existence of these entities with those around me, including professionals who said conclusively after all the usual investigations that I was sane, and there was nothing psychologically or physically wrong with me that would cause this.
So before you say, “maybe you’re just making it up”, I ask you to consider: Why would someone choose to turn to the least socially accepted explanation for what they are experiencing? And yes, mental illness has a stigma. I do not want to deny that at all. But, typically, I have found there is more up front understanding if that is the cause than if it is truly real.
Fast forward quite a few years, and quite a few sleepless nights, and journeys running through old houses that I lived in hoping it wouldn’t catch up to me and we (globally) found ourselves in the midst of a pandemic.
About a year prior I had received an Akashic Records reading from my friend Lauren and instantly, it felt like home. It aligned perfectly with theories I’d had about the continuity of existence, and our relation to the spirit world - Things I had thought, but had only seen reflected in one other place: The Seth Speaks book, The Eternal Validity of the Soul. These books are channeled and transcribed, similar to the Akashic Records.
When I ended up with time and solitude, and was finally processing years of Trauma I had uncovered, I felt it was time to learn to read the Akasha for myself. I signed up for a Level 1 - Learn to Read the Akashic Records class that my friends Lorena and Lucia were hosting, and showed up for the weekend seminar.
Up to this point I had been reading How to Read the Akashic Records and practicing with the trials it suggests, but had yet to receive the clarity of messages for myself that I was used to receiving from other practitioners. I heard static - or what translated as static to the corporeal processing faculties - and what I understood to be many, many voices competing for attention. It felt jumbled, confusing, and like I was in a room full of people.
I shared this in the class and was met very adamantly with “That is not the records. Those are lower vibrational entities”. Ghosts, more or less. Spirits (or spirit) in one case. I was terrified. I was alone in my house (with my cat) and instantly that feeling of being watched which had lingered came rushing to the forefront of my awareness. I think I had learned to live with it, but now I was acutely aware and it had been validated. Everyone on the call got quiet, and I could feel their concern for me. This was not a light hearted conversation about a friendly little Casper (and yes they do exist). It was a very direct message that I needed to do something, because the way things were was not healthy for me.
I asked the group what to do and put a call out to Facebook and my request was answered by the community. I ended up linking up with someone local, who offered to come to my house and gave me guidance on what to do until she was able to. We had never met before, but I instantly felt I could trust her, and she went out of her way to give me her time and expertise. I am eternally grateful. My mother refers to her as my “Ghost Buster”.
Things seemed fairly quiet at first and she helped teach me to clear my house, and shared stories about her experiences. We were met by a lovely little boy who had been with me for quite a while and referred to me as the “nice person” he lived with. He was a ghost (not yet crossed over) and was reluctant to leave. He had memories being sad in my apartment in Toronto, crying in the closet. I remembered feeling someone was there, but at that point I was still scared at the feeling of being watched without being able to discern further the intent of the observer.
As we were thinking to wrap up, I asked if she wanted to be there while I went into my records and she said sure! I connected, and that was when things got interesting. An energy came rushing up to my left and screamed in my face. She took time to talk with it, and eventually was able to urge it back to its realm (This one was a Spirit - it had crossed over but came back for a visit, and to attach to me. It was due to a past life encounter, and she was mad and hurt by me. I apologized in that moment, and felt a depth of real sadness and empathy).
I was unsettled for quite a while. It takes time for this energy to chill out even after the entities are gone. It’s like an echo that remains, reminding us they were here . . . But in time, I wasn’t so afraid to be in my own house, and I was able to continue exploring and connecting with the Akasha.
What did I learn through all this?
Grounding is necessary if you want to expand up, Do not neglect your lower chakras.
Protection: Every lighthouse needs a little fence around it. A reminder that though you work with the water, you are not meant to be submersed in it. Protect yourself, create your pillar (we will talk more about this one later).
Approach energy as neutral. Most things are not evil/demonic. They just long for a life they cannot have, and so are curious, or observant. They miss things like sleep, and sex: Human things, embodied things. They watch because they envy, and at the face of it this envy isn’t dangerous; Though in time, it may not be ideal to keep it building up.