My Spiritual Path - Part 9

My Spiritual Path – Part 9
I told the householders that I would do some research and get back to them and I was sincere. But in
the 1970’s, society had not advanced to the level of acceptance which we enjoy today. I first went to the library. I could find nothing. I asked the librarian, she directed me to the occult section, there were perhaps
10 books. Most of which were religious challenges that said that communication with deceased spirits was a sin. I was still active in the church and didn’t feel sinful, rather I was exhilarated at the thought of helping both the family and the spirit find peace. I did pray for guidance but received no real direction. Perhaps God wanted me to figure this one out on my own. Things were changing…fast. Barb was promoted and moved to a different state. I on the other hand finally decided to make my life easier and moved to Jackson to be closer to work. It was this move that took me to the next step. I secured a
nice apartment near my office. One day, after work, I invited a friend and co-worker to see my apartment. He lived in Lansing and was also considering a move. As we entered the apartment building
I noticed a woman, hands filled with grocery bags walking rapidly towards the door. I held it open. As she was walking I was telling my friend about the haunted house. The woman overheard our conversation and stopped right in the threshold of the door.
“You’ve been to a real haunted house?” She asked
“Yes,” I answered, at least I think it was real. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m a spirit medium. We are all about spirits. I would love to hear about it if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, I’m Ray, I’m in 203, come down if you’d like.”
“I’m Jackie, I’m in 403. I’ll put my groceries away and come down.”
Jackie disappeared up the stairway, I showed my friend around the apartment. We had just taken a seat when I heard a soft knock at the door, it was Jackie.
“Tell me about the house.”
I spent the next half hour explaining what we experienced at the house. My friend looked at me like I was losing my mind. Jackie seemed to have an endless supply of questions. Most of which I wasn’t sure I had the answers to. Now, I had questions for Jackie.
“What is a spirit medium?”
Jackie chuckled, “We are people who have the ability to communicate with spirits in the higher side of life.
“What is the higher side of life?”
“The spirit world.” She answered, “Where we all go when we die.”
“So, what you’re telling me is that you talk to dead people?”
“Correct,” she answered.
“How did you learn how to do that?” I asked.
Jackie threw me a curve. “I sit in a development séance circle every Wednesday.”
“And they teach you?”
“Yes, it’s wonderful. Would you like to come sometime?”
Well, THAT was the $64,000 question. I wasn’t even sure what a séance was, but what did I have to lose?
“Sure,” I said. not certain what I was getting myself in to.
Jackie was excited. “Good. I’ll check with the group on Wednesday and let you know.”
I hadn’t talked to Chad and Linda in several weeks.
I called them with apologies and gave them an update.
They were happy that I was now living closer and that I had made contact with a knowledgeable source.
I promised that I would call again after I heard back from Jackie.
Thursday evening I returned home from work to find a note taped to my door. It was from Jackie.
I read the note. “Ray, sorry, I checked with the group. They say the group is presently full and cannot accept any new members at this time. They will be re-forming in October. If you are still interested, you can join then.” It was signed Jackie.
I laughed to myself. “Well, so what? Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It was only April, October was a long time in the future. I didn’t think I would still be interested in 6 months. So, I put the thought out of my mind. The following Thursday, I returned from work to find a new note taped in the same spot on my door. It was also from Jackie. I opened the note.
“Good news. Someone had to leave the circle. If you still want to come, you can start next week.”
I walked to the fourth floor and knocked on Jackie’s door. She answered quickly and invited me in.
“Look, I’m intrigued by the offer, but I know nothing about any of this stuff. What am I getting myself into?”
Jackie was gentle with me. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. These are normal people, just like us. I promise, you are going to love it,” she began.
She explained the basic premise of the séance and gave directions to the house where it was being held.
I was excited at the opportunity, but I also had mild feelings of guilt. The orthodox religious teachings were still with me.
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Published on March 19, 2018 13:14 Tags: afterlife, death, ghosts, haunting, medium, paranormal, spirits, tarot
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