My Resident Ghosts

this is a true story about a spirit or spirits he or maybe she or possibly both or possibly more let me know from time to time that he, she or they are still here I have heard many voices and seen many things since I began recording them it's as if I am sitting at the doorway to a meeting room a meeting room of spirits and this meeting room is in my home I have filmed them...streams of orbs moving briskly like a crowd at a rock concert hurrying to their seats before the first song one...a young male I believe his name is Arthur called my name as he passed over my head during a spirit box session 'Thomas' he apparently was not happy being caught on camera because within seconds of sending a copy of the video to a friend a can of Lysol was thrown from underneath my bathroom sink against the wall and my spirit box no longer functioned this was 3 years ago and they still let me know they are here from time to time in their various ways I consider them my friends I have yet to be harmed or frightened I just think I noticed them and they noticed that I noticed them (last line borrowed from 'The Mothman Prophecies')

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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