I know this is an odd title but I can assure you that the spirits were not the ones that were stored in bottles...hehe. Well kind of but I wasn't drinking them. Read on!
I was shopping in our local Asda with mum & dad, they had forgotten something so I offered to fetch it. Some guy carrying a crate of beer barged straight into me almost knocking me over. He apologised and scuttled off, I got the item my parents had forgotten but by this time I was starting to feel odd, like I was going to pass out.
I was taken to the first aid room and a lady was sent to help me out. As she applied some cold water to my shoulder, which was turning bright red from the knock with the beer crate - I picked up a name, Tom or Thomas but never Tommy. I didn't have a clue what this meant. Now in this area that could be a surname as well as a first name but I was definately sure it was a first name. I didn't say anything to the lady at the time. When we got back in the car I asked my mum if she knew that lady (my mum happens to work at that Asda store) but she said not really but she had seen her around the shop. I told mum my story and she said she would try and ask her.
About a week went by and I had nearly forgotten the whole incident until mum came home and said "guess what, I saw that lady again and had a chat. I asked her who Tom or Thomas was but never Tommy and said it was a first name"...apparently the lady went a bit pale and asked why she would say that...mum reminded her about me and said she had helped me the previous weekend after my beer crate accident. The lady then went on to explain that this was her grandfather whom she was very close to, he had passed away a few months before.
It just goes to show that we are never alone, our loved ones do come back to keep an eye on us...I really don't know how I happened to pick up on this. I have never picked up names before. It was truly a unique shopping experience!
Happy Hunting,
CrystalGecko
Well were do I start...I have never attempted a blog before, so here goes!
I will eventually keep adding to this...the stories may be in no particular order so you will have to bear with me...
I will start with my most recent experience. My parents & I went on holiday to Thurnham Hall, a lovely old house in the Lancaster countryside. It is supposidly haunted but that never puts us off, we asked for the most haunted location in the building. I know nothing about this place other than it is meant to be haunted, I don't know who by or any of this lovely buildings history! On arrival at the hotel I say to my mum that some of the wood panels came from another house, as we go nearer to the suite we are staying at I notice some beautiful doors, I told my mum that these were from a ship.
Once at our room I told mum I had the impression of a black woman. Her hair was in a small tight knot or bun and she was quite attractive, I felt she was wearing a blue dress. This is kind of odd becuase we were way out in the countryside and it is just odd & unusual.
We are told there will be a meeting (this place is timeshare) and a brief tour of the house to give us some idea of it's history...
During the tour we are told that the area was once know for it's slave imports. One famous slave was Sambo, a black man who escaped off one of the ships. No mention of a black woman at the hall but if she was staff there may not be any records anyway. The guide also mentions that the family had owned two homes and they had the paneling removed from his former home and brought to this new home, Thurnham Hall! As we progressed through the tour we ended back by the doors leading to the suite we were staying in...he pointed out some pictures on the wall of a ship (I hadn't noticed these before as I was carrying some heavy bags at the time). He told us that the doors had come from the wreck of the ship called "The Conway"....me and mum just looked at each other.
This is just an example of some of the things I have experienced and will tell you some more at a later date...it is difficult to say how I feel or pick up these things. I would not class myself as a Medium or a Psychic and neither do I train in these fields...I am interested in the paranormal but only due to incidents like the ones explained above. If I were to be described as a Medium/Psychic I would be classed as the following...Clairaudient (hearing), Clairvoyant (seeing), Clairsentient (empathic), and I seem to be able to do Psychometry (touch an object and pick up information from it).
I have felt Ley Lines (magnetic forces) in Glastonbury, before I knew the history of that area and without any dowsing equipment.
So I will leave you to make up your own minds...and I will try and update with various stories from my ghostly diary as I go along...
