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A couple of weeks ago, I was having a rather sleepless night and lay in bed with my eyes closed, lying on my back.

I heard what sounded like an exhalation……………like a sigh one makes when letting all the air out one’s lungs.

Suddenly, I felt a breeze blow across my face……completely covering my face, and then, suddenly, it was gone.  It wasn’t unpleasant, it was like a summer wind blowing or a breeze coming through an open window.

Many times, my better half is lying pretty close to my face, and sometimes his snoring breath gets too close to my mouth.

I opened my eyes and was just about to chastise him for breathing on me again, when I saw he was turned completely opposite, his back towards me.

He wasn’t sleeping either.   I asked, “Did you just turn, were you facing me a minute ago, and did you just breathe on me?”

“No,” he said.   “Did you hear anything, a sigh, like somebody breathing out?”   “No,” he answered.

It was a pretty chilly night, there was no fan, no air condition, no heater in the room either.   The windows were all closed, there was no source of moving air anywhere………except from the mouth of a ghost.

Why this spirit decided to just blow over my face, I do not know.   Needless to say, the rest of my night was sleepless.   I have not been visited by him or her since.   But then again, visits come when you least expect them.

I have many strange things happen to me at my farmhouse.   My first night there, many spirits came to visit.   I write of them in my book, “The Returning Ones, a Medium’s Memoirs.”    Most things now happen in broad daylight.   Ghosts don’t have to show up in the dark; you can find them in the day as well.

Have a Haunted Halloween,

Shirl   Book cover The Returning Ones

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If you are reading this blog, then you might have read my book, “The Returning Ones, A Medium’s Memoirs.”   It chronicles the first years of living in a historic Gettysburg farmhouse.

As the years and seasons pass, ghostly hellos echo through the walls of my home.

Not shouts, thankfully, I chose a home with benevolent energy.   Believe me, there are some in town that possess a darkness in their beams.

But little hellos, things moving, things misplaced, malfunctions of electronic and battery devices.   Just hellos from time to time saying, “We are still here, don’t forget us.”

Just this past week, a toilet seat was the messenger.   I put the seat down; I went back in the house, the seat was up.   Maybe a soldier needed to use it.   Who know why they choose the objects they do to make us shake our heads, make us stare in puzzlement?    A toilet seat seems an unlikely place, but, then again, they knew I would be sure to notice it.

It’s hard not to notice when a heavy item flies down off a shelf; I have had that happen to me.   But toilet seats are subtle.   It is as if the ghosts are challenging our memories, seeing how astute we are………..just wanting us to sharpen our senses to the parallel realm that intersects each of our paths every day.

As Halloween draws nearer, activity heightens around town.   I believe it is because all those that visit have sharpened their senses to this realm and are more aware of subtle messengers.   Not everyone has something flown across the room at them, but most will experience a power drainage to cameras, a bristle of hair on their necks and arms, a feeling of heaviness in the air.

Blessings to all those not at peace in realms that reach out to us every day……….

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Shirl

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