My Spiritual Path Part 6
My Spiritual Path – Part 6
The Tarot cards had completely taken my attention. I spent most of my non-working hours studying the booklet that came with the deck, and also studying each card to learn all the details of their symbols and their placement for a reading. As my knowledge grew, so did my confidence. I began offering readings to my friends and co-workers, all with success. During this time, I had lost focus on the haunted house until the 1st week in March. It was a Tuesday when I received a call from the woman I had met during my sales call. She had spoken with her husband and they decided they could use some help, ANY help, to resolve the spirit issue. I again explained my lack of knowledge and experience in such matters. She was undeterred and asked if I could come by the following Saturday. I agreed and advised her that I would be bringing a friend. We agreed upon a time, and I finally called my friend to see if she would be interested in joining me. Thankfully, she agreed. It wasn’t that I thought that I couldn’t do it alone. I just felt that there was safety in numbers, ‘two heads are better than one,’ they always say. I silently felt a little better because I had taken part in the ESP experiment and had learned to read the Tarot.
Winter in Michigan brings crazy weather. The first part of March is still part of winter. At that time of the year, Mother Nature often surprises with extremely challenging conditions such as freezing rain. When you have freezing rain, the roads, windshields and everything else are coated with ice. Driving was dangerous due to the roads and lack of visibility. The normally 30-minute drive took more than an hour to accomplish. It was so harrowing that the first words spoken between my friend and I didn’t happen until we were on the exit ramp from the freeway. I felt relieved to be out of the ‘fast lane’, but the surface roads were no better. After another 30 minutes or so, we finally turned into the drive of the lakefront home. The house had been remodeled and looked almost new from the outside. It sat literally at the very edge of Michigan Center Lake. There was a deck on the rear of the house that extended over the water of the lake. The lady’s husband (Chad) opened the door before we could knock. We entered into a short hall that led to the dining-room. His wife, my customer, (Linda) sat in a chair at the head of the table. We were offered seats and took them facing across from one another. Chad sat opposite Linda at the other end of the table.
“Thanks for coming on such a bad night,” he offered.
My friend (Barb) and I both chuckled. The first words which we spoke during our drive were about turning around and going home. “It sure was tough driving” I said. “Glad we made it safe and sound.”
“We are too,” Linda said. “We were afraid you wouldn’t come, we are at our wits end.”
“So, tell me why you think the house is haunted?” I asked.
Over the next hour, Chad and Linda told me of the pounding on the furnace pipes, the sightings by their 14-year-old daughter and their 8-year-old son, and the most interesting event involving a large ceramic owl that sat on their stereo. Every morning when they woke up, the owl would be sitting in the middle of the living-room floor. I could see the owl from where I sat. It stood over 3 feet tall and had a removable head. If they were telling the truth, something unusual was really taking place in their house.
Linda told us, “We’ve even sat up all night watching it and it still always moves. Either we doze off or close our eyes for a moment and it gets moved. If we leave it on the floor, it is moved to a different part of the room, most often to a place just in front of the sliding door which leads to the deck.” Their real concern was because the children had started seeing the spirit more regularly; both had seen him outside their second-floor bedroom windows. Their daughter was afraid to take a shower, and the son didn’t want to be in his bedroom if there was no one else upstairs with him. I had hoped to speak with the kids, but they were both at staying overnight at friend’s houses.
I took a few moments to update them on my experiences at the ESP seminar and my success with the Tarot. I hoped that both events would help me decipher what was going on and how to fix it.
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The Tarot cards had completely taken my attention. I spent most of my non-working hours studying the booklet that came with the deck, and also studying each card to learn all the details of their symbols and their placement for a reading. As my knowledge grew, so did my confidence. I began offering readings to my friends and co-workers, all with success. During this time, I had lost focus on the haunted house until the 1st week in March. It was a Tuesday when I received a call from the woman I had met during my sales call. She had spoken with her husband and they decided they could use some help, ANY help, to resolve the spirit issue. I again explained my lack of knowledge and experience in such matters. She was undeterred and asked if I could come by the following Saturday. I agreed and advised her that I would be bringing a friend. We agreed upon a time, and I finally called my friend to see if she would be interested in joining me. Thankfully, she agreed. It wasn’t that I thought that I couldn’t do it alone. I just felt that there was safety in numbers, ‘two heads are better than one,’ they always say. I silently felt a little better because I had taken part in the ESP experiment and had learned to read the Tarot.
Winter in Michigan brings crazy weather. The first part of March is still part of winter. At that time of the year, Mother Nature often surprises with extremely challenging conditions such as freezing rain. When you have freezing rain, the roads, windshields and everything else are coated with ice. Driving was dangerous due to the roads and lack of visibility. The normally 30-minute drive took more than an hour to accomplish. It was so harrowing that the first words spoken between my friend and I didn’t happen until we were on the exit ramp from the freeway. I felt relieved to be out of the ‘fast lane’, but the surface roads were no better. After another 30 minutes or so, we finally turned into the drive of the lakefront home. The house had been remodeled and looked almost new from the outside. It sat literally at the very edge of Michigan Center Lake. There was a deck on the rear of the house that extended over the water of the lake. The lady’s husband (Chad) opened the door before we could knock. We entered into a short hall that led to the dining-room. His wife, my customer, (Linda) sat in a chair at the head of the table. We were offered seats and took them facing across from one another. Chad sat opposite Linda at the other end of the table.
“Thanks for coming on such a bad night,” he offered.
My friend (Barb) and I both chuckled. The first words which we spoke during our drive were about turning around and going home. “It sure was tough driving” I said. “Glad we made it safe and sound.”
“We are too,” Linda said. “We were afraid you wouldn’t come, we are at our wits end.”
“So, tell me why you think the house is haunted?” I asked.
Over the next hour, Chad and Linda told me of the pounding on the furnace pipes, the sightings by their 14-year-old daughter and their 8-year-old son, and the most interesting event involving a large ceramic owl that sat on their stereo. Every morning when they woke up, the owl would be sitting in the middle of the living-room floor. I could see the owl from where I sat. It stood over 3 feet tall and had a removable head. If they were telling the truth, something unusual was really taking place in their house.
Linda told us, “We’ve even sat up all night watching it and it still always moves. Either we doze off or close our eyes for a moment and it gets moved. If we leave it on the floor, it is moved to a different part of the room, most often to a place just in front of the sliding door which leads to the deck.” Their real concern was because the children had started seeing the spirit more regularly; both had seen him outside their second-floor bedroom windows. Their daughter was afraid to take a shower, and the son didn’t want to be in his bedroom if there was no one else upstairs with him. I had hoped to speak with the kids, but they were both at staying overnight at friend’s houses.
I took a few moments to update them on my experiences at the ESP seminar and my success with the Tarot. I hoped that both events would help me decipher what was going on and how to fix it.
Next blog: Contact
If you like my blog, please follow me on goodreads.com/ray_fraser and on Facebook
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