I found myself standing in the living room of this lovely, old house. I was trying to orient myself to the new surroundings I had found myself in, when quite suddenly this person addressed me very loudly... Who are you?  and  What are you doing in my house?

We were both apparently caught off guard. As I had not knocked before entering this house, I sorta just popped into it. A usual polite entry would require knocking. So what was I to do but introduce myself and ask her who she was.

At this point it was very obvious this individual was a she, her reply to me regarding her name:        What's it to you!  My thought at the moment, what a contrary old soul!

But I continued and apologized for my rude and sudden entry into her domain, and related to her that the man who lives in her house wanted to know about who else lived in the house. She eventually warmed to the thought of him and became less hostile toward me. I asked her if she would like for me to convey any messages to him. Liking that idea, her first request or message, was that she really enjoyed him playing the piano and would he play the piano more often. And did he know any hymns?

Then warming more, liking the idea she could actually tell him things, she demands that he stop mowing down her iris in the front yard. And while he was in the yard she had always wanted to plant tulips by the front door and had never gotten around to it, would he? She eventually gave me her name, Lucy. I thanked her for our visit and assured her that I would pass along her requests - messages.

I did not have any prior knowledge about this house, other than the possibility of a ghost or strange phenomena at times in the house. My finding out later that at times someone was placing a hand on the owner's shoulder when he played the piano. Although there was no one physically in his house but him.

I found out later that Lucy and her husband had actually built the house, so it was truly her domain. In passing on, she had continued to literally live in her house. Such a testy or feisty old soul, but I would probably be testy if someone just walked into my house. I hope to be as lively as this little old lady all the days of my life!

Lucy changed my whole reality or what I had been taught as reality. I'm very thankful today for having met Lucy, my reality being blessed with such expansion and awareness beyond our supposed normal.

©ra'mona marie 2002

Damaris & Carl - 2000

One of my latest excursions into the paranormal of spirit people happened last year with a lovely young lady named Damaris. Her husband Carl had recently died, and I had been reccommended to her by friends. I frequently referr to spirit people, rather than deceased, dead or ghost. Sounds much nicer.

Damaris and Carl had come to Northwest Arkansas just for a visit, and fell in love with the area. They sold their home in California and bought a wonderful old home in the country with a orchard on 16 acres. They began living their dream and remodeling their new home.

But fate having another plan, Carl died shortly after their move. This leaving Damaris in quite a dilemma of what to do now in her life. Damaris completed their dreams of remodeling, a hot tub here, a meditation garden there alone.

It was at this point Damaris came into my life and asked me to contact her beloved Carl.

Damaris has a metaphysical constitution herself and belief in her Carl's continued existence, which made for a clear contact.

Upon contacting Carl, we found him very sad. Sad that Damaris hurt so much and cried a lot of the time. Carl was very concerned that his own unhappiness in life, or karma (his unfinished business, or misunderstood events or circumstances) had ultimately caused her such grief. There was also a sense of awe, or recognition that Damaris loved him far more than he had ever really known, or related to. Sadness fleeted in and out of the conversations between them.

I have found this to be a common thread among many mediumship sessions, this recongition of deep felt love after the fact of death. Seemingly so many take the love in their life for granted or simply do not see the love other's have for them. Maybe we are not looking close enough, but from afar.

There was anger from Damaris at Carl for having left or abandoning her, as well as her sadness and  grief because of the loss of him. My spirit guide and I were both surprised when Carl literally stormed off during a session and refused more comment or conversation. Within a few moments he returned and apologized, concluding that he had again just stormed off in response to ineffective communication or frustration with the opposite sex. This pattern of just storming off in frustration, I learned was a  lifelong repeating pattern of his in this lifetime before his death.

There were six or seven sessions over several months. From my perspective I saw two friends working out some differences, to better understand each other, and one's own self and the needs of self.

I saw reassurances of mutual love and friendship. It was a privilege to see this type of emotional growth and release. I saw their growth blossom into an extension of freedom, or relief from grief of heart. They came back to a neutral base of friendship extending way beyond the confines of this time and space reality. Learning and respecting the fact that as their paths entwine, they too shall part.

In watching their growth, I was fascinated in particular with Carl's physical transformation. At first he did carry, or reflected a mirror like image of his body, but more transparent in our nature of sight. Over the months he became less and less of a body with a personality, more becoming more a personality...  in and of itself. Becoming more reduced, focused as in a ball or sphere shaped energy.

On our last session, his personality coming through sharper and clearer than any of the previous sessions.  He was in awe on that last session and really excited and energized, wanting to share with his Damaris in their love and friendship his conclusions about where he was at.

That he was in heaven, or what we refer to as heaven. He was excited at the fact he could move at the speed of light, that he felt as light as a butterfly ...  but could move as fast as a jet. Life beyond or death was not at all what we've deemed death to be. And that it was such a shame that we have such a limited perception or memory of this reality, and that upon his return or reincarnation he would not remember that reality anymore... than anyone else remembers it!

But as in their friendship and the many things shared between them, Carl wanted to share with Damaris his awe at the infinity he was experiencing. At this point, his awareness had expanded beyond our belief. He was like a ball of sheer energy or light.

On this last occasion he thanked Mos'eeb my guide and I, for our participation in their conversations.

This was the first thank you ever coming from a spirit person... very thoughful..... very aware and alive!

©ra'mona marie 2002

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