Dreggs of the Hidden-world

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Let’s revisit a blog I posted a few years ago. Here I added a few more things.

Now that the veil is thinning, almost completely gone, I feel I should talk about some nefarious and formidable foes called Dreggs. The word, “Dreggs,” came about from Antioch, a Djinn that spoke to me from Skinwalker Ranch in Utah. He defined the Dreggs as dark entities, beings or forms of energy that feed off, harass or enslave humans.

         Not only the Djinn Antioch, but other entities and Cryptids have spoken to me throughout my journeys, conveying messages to me. Today I will share tidbits of forgotten knowledge that ended up in the shadows of forgotten history, and the side roads of trivial lore.

    The renaissance of our infant lives as humans is at risk, only kept safe by protective parents and those guardian spirits that fade away as we get older. We are fragile after all, more so than other beings. We need an upper hand before we ever take our first breath outside the womb. Earths frequency is our extra push and it’s her vibration that enfolds us as we are born, protecting us.

    Humans have an interesting fate. We are born completely wiped of any memory of any past life and then as we progress through life, we strive to remember who we were and who we are becoming. The animals in the forests are born and reborn with a connection that is never severed from itself. Many sentient beings live innumerable lifetimes,  knowing who they are so much so that, we as humans need to live hundreds of lifetimes just get a glimpse of ourselves.

     Our inability to access important memories quickly from early on becomes our downfall which is why as humans we are constantly striving for remedial answers to this beleaguering problem. This is our Achilles heel. And it sucks, because many of these lost memories are golden, pure history, truth with no fillers, the actual account of what life was, is and will be.

    Within the subsisting -vivacity of existence, there seems to be brooding and hushed darkness that we as humans have forgotten about, maybe out of fear or the desire to push distressing teachings aside. Here is some of this forgotten history or as some would prefer to say, the tall tales of yesteryear.

Truth or fiction, you decide.

Predatory Cryptid

    The Cryptid Tulack was quite the silent type but what little he did open up to me about, was surprising. There are fewer Dogmen now than ever before. Their presence here is constantly being disturbed by a very weird outside source. It’s a predatory Cryptid with Dregg characteristics, unlike anything they have seen. I think this creature has the DNA from both Sasquatch and Dogmen besides an unknown Alien DNA factor.

    Whether this problem is a result of manipulated genetics, I just wonder who and what this predatory creature is. One has to think, who is its master or is it a self-serving and evolving entity out of control?

Dark Entity

     The Djinn, Antioch, was an odd fellow. I was never comfortable with his communication with me because I knew he despised humans and I just so happen to be a human. I often wondered why he offered up a plethora of info. I didn’t pay much attention which some researchers would find unprofessional in our field but this particular contact unnerved me to my core.

     Here is a little of what he told me in a matter of fact tone.

 Imagine if you can, creatures who feast on humans. They are not Demons but something that crossed over from another dimension, waiting for the chance, the opportune time when the veil weakened, barely able to hold its form. Imagine, a being that can occupy a body and invite others like it to occupy the same body at will? They are calculating and cunning way beyond the dark entities that exist here already. Humans are their prime food source and all they have to do is to focus on one person at a time. They basically have a food source that is endless.       What is interesting is that these beings are manipulating and manifesting in ominous ceremonies, Ouija boards, darkened rooms, silent roads and the imagination of scriptwriters and storytellers alike. Dark incantations, ceremonies, and summoning are all it takes. They are taking darkness to a whole new level and the very people who think they can get in on the action will eventually find that they are nothing more than food to these beings.        We are not at the top of the food chain by any means and in many ways, a delicacy for these creatures. What makes them extremely scary to me, is the fact that they are not Demons as we know Demons to be, but Dark Entities that take darkness to a whole new level.

The Mesh of  Golden Tubes

    Are we slaves on this planet? I was shown a mesh of yellow and gold tubes that were woven around the earth by archaic beings penchant for creating unusual prisons. The tubes glowed and pulsated as if they were all alive and sentient. I saw many human souls, trying to fly out of the mesh, and when it would sense them trying to escape, it would extend itself and send off a vibration that would pull the souls back into itself. There was no escape and I saw that I was trapped just like everybody else.

Shapeshifter

     The Dregg called the Shapeshifter, can be dark or light depending on their intention. The dark Shapeshifters do an ancient ceremony that steals the life force of a targeted individual. The individuals are usually young but can be adults as well. From start to finish it usually takes a year to complete the actual ceremony.

     It is dark and it is sinister. I can’t go into details of what the ceremony entails because I would fear for my own safety if I did so. I witnessed the end part of the ceremony by mistake. I am an Empath and sometimes when I venture off with my dream body, I get caught in dark webs that extend beyond into the ethereal world.

     The Shapeshifter I witnessed, maintained his youth and age and was by today’s standards an average guy in his 30’s. In reality, he would be hundreds of years old. I believe he is a cousin to the Vampire of old. Depending on which continent such a creature exists, it can take on many forms.

Kraken

      The Dregg called the Kraken, was an entity that I was shown a few years ago that when seen, is a bad omen. He didn’t look like the monster in, Clash of the Titans, he more so looked like an old man with a mustache and beard. He had a full head of hair that was long past his shoulders. He had three octopus legs for the lower half of his body.

     Having him in our timeline means that we fluctuate between the possibilities of dimensions. He reminds me of, Old Man Time except for the fact that he is an entity that messes with timelines and changes the course of parallel universes. He does become a heavyweight for Mother Earth and he affects her ability to spin on her axis.      Some of these Dreggs are obvious but others might transform into unassuming forms that seem no more harmful than a ghostly apparition. Follow your gut so you can disseminate between what does or doesn’t feel right.   In the End 

    We are the keepers for Mother Earth. There will always be the shadows of nefarious oddities called Dreggs, who silently watch and wait. We just need to keep the torches of light shining so that at the end of each day, we illuminate the night with a vigilant symbol that says, we are not alone. Knowledge is the key but knowing we are not only connected to Mother Earth but each other, is our saving grace.

Rainbow

What are they not telling us?

As many of you know I am a UFO/Paranormal researcher with a particular interest in human/ alien viruses.

This COVID -19 is a very strange virus or a hybrid of a sort. And it is just beginning and it has many bizarre aspects, some of them will take maybe years to show themselves.

This feeling of dread came over me in December 2019 when I first heard of it in China. It was different, it was very different. My mind hyper-focused on it.

I said to myself was this the one. The one I had been waiting for all my life. Is it the Alien- virus? Will it kill us or will it modify the human race. For sure it’s killing some and the modify part –only time will tell.

Aliens have used viruses over thousands of years to change us. Each person that is infected is given a gift of DNA particles – which some call junk DNA – it’s far from junk.

What are they not telling us ?

Mike

Paranormal Black Swan of the Family

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Over our years of research Rainbow and I have come to a conclusion that in many families there is one person, a child that may have been selected to have plenty of encounters from paranormal and or Alien being sources. Even though all or a few other family members may have had similar experiences, they are not forthcoming to discuss the events. The selected child’s (the Black Swan) experiences are very much on the surface, not hidden or covered-up. The other family members are screened or the sheer fear – suppresses the paranormal memories.

In a way, there is a bit of a curse for the one that remembers. They are told by other family members it’s your imagination, a bad dream, its not true, or you’re just crazy. It can even get into shaming and bullying the child into an unstable mind meld  I feel this works into the paranormal/ alien agenda causing more interior emotional conflict among the family members. The creation of this emotional energy could be by itself one of their agendas. This human energy could nourish the entities bodies and minds.

As it has been stated before, alien entities encounters are generational. There is a huge educational process that is going to have to happen among families that have been touched by the unthinkable – an alien/paranormal experience. It has been my experience that when families sit and talk through their common,  otherworldly experiences, amazing life puzzles are solved. Each family, a member holds a key piece to the understanding of their duo life in this day to day reality and the dream/alternate reality most of us have, but few acknowledge.

Let me share some amazing numbers I believe are true from my 50 years of research, 85% of humans on earth have had some sort of Alien/ paranormal experience, 60% of them are part of a generational group agenda project. And the other 15% they are hybrids, and they live knowing both worlds, with amazing clarity.

Sleep tight , part of our journey is to reconcile our duo self into these duo realities.

MWiz.

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My Rabbit Painting Through My Six-Year-Old Eyes Rainbow

When I was young, from four to six years of age, I had a fear beyond what any average-young child should have had. This fear wasn’t normal by any sense of the word but I have to say, fear of any kind isn’t a good thing. My fear was blocked and hidden beneath layers of denial, blurry visions and the ever expansive darkness swirling around these memories.

My sense of smell though, to this day, has never forgotten that stench of fear that permeates the nostrils just before death. I still smell this odor to this day, especially if I am near a cemetery after a person has been buried. I call it – smelling their death. It’s slightly different from person to person and animal to animal. Once this odor is experienced, it never goes away.

I finally came to terms as an adult with the fact that my innocence was taken at a young age, from a blank and faceless foe, devoid of any human characteristics but still as ominous to this day as it was in my adolescence.

Death, took my innocence away.

I know what it’s like to watch something die, close up and personal, hearing the noise of anguish and panic that happens when something has no choice but to surrender to imminent death and the aggressive pursuit of a predator,  growling it’s warning before it seizes its prey.

Maybe just maybe, my memories are false and I realize that this can be the case but I must say, the reality of my memories, paints a very vivid picture. Now that the blocks are gone, I can see the moments in time that have become frozen and I can also come to terms with being a young victim of cruelty. Death is a cruel teacher, it’s never far away. This is what I remember so many years ago.

When a family pet dies, it’s a horrible feeling because they were a beloved part of a family. As a young child, this feeling of anguish is amplified tenfold because of how innocent their view of the world is.

By the age of ten, I wasn’t just desensitized, I was broken down to a point that I didn’t feel much except for that feeling of impending doom that every once in a while would take over me.

Here’s why.

I have memories of animals dying from the hands of unknown people. To this day, all I can see is big hands, the size of Hulks hands, holding baby animals. I just see from the elbow down … not even clothes or skin color but more so just hands.

The cats or puppies were held from behind the neck but the little bunny rabbits were held by their long ears. They struggled and I struggled as I was being held in place, made to watch them … die. I’ll spare you the details on how but it was bloody and I had to hear the poor animals squeal and scream until their little bodies went limp. I would become just as limp, crying and feeling so responsible because I was told it was my fault.

If I closed my eyes instead of watching the animal die, they would kill another animal and tell me, it was my fault they killed it. I carried the weight of these little animals on my shoulders throughout my life. I was a guilt-ridden little girl and young woman up until I came to terms with what happened.

The best way to take away innocence is by making innocent eyes watch horrific acts of violence.

Let me back track.

To begin my story, me along with six or seven other kids were taken from a Catholic school we attended by men in military uniforms in a light blue bus. We would be driven to an underground facility. I vaguely remember a stench in the air; a smell like you would smell at a zoo.

Part of breaking our innocence was introducing us to failure. They brought about failure as a part of the training we went through by making us responsible for the baby animals or other animals dying. They were always going to kill them but we didn’t know that.

I couldn’t save the baby rabbits. I couldn’t help any of the baby animals they killed.

They would kill babies as a means to imprint onto us that innocence is easy to kill, we would be easy to kill but more importantly, they could kill or harm our parents if we told or said anything.

We were put up close, almost in harm’s way, from lions, tigers or other types of predators chained. They made us watch the seemingly starved animals kill their food. Usually, a live animal was dragged up to the chained and hungry cats. This is why Life of Pi is off limits for me, it brought back all the horrific memories. I cried for hours just watching a small portion of this movie. It was a horrendous trigger.

Fast forward to April of this year, 2017…

I saw a painting of bunny rabbits that I became infatuated with. It was only $30.00 so I decided to buy it.

The rabbits are eating peacefully and as I look at this painting, I feel peaceful. It’s a moment frozen in time just like my memories, with the obvious difference being nothing can hurt them.

For some reason, this painting is therapeutic for me. Maybe that’s strange for some people to understand but for me, it’s helping me heal from moments in time that in a way, I feel chained to.  The comforting thought for me is the bunny rabbits will be in that moment, painted forever alive and not even death can change that.

Rainbow

Paranormal Highway

Thought for the Day

Into the unknown, the endless highway has no beginning and no end. There are no boundaries, barriers, or familiar surroundings to ground us, only the inner knowing that our compass is within us. The paranormal highway encompasses everything that is unseen, mystical, mysterious, and hollow within itself or like a black hole engulfing everything in its path.  Once we encounter a face to face and unexpected distressing experience, our lives are changed forever. The shadows are darker, with cobwebs and dusty orbs floating around. That fight or flight feeling is just waiting to burst forth and our legs become noodles with the endless anticipation of the inevitable. The truth is, the paranormal highway can be a lonely road with few travelers willingly traveling its winding paths.

The Researcher and the Paranormal Experience

Rainbow and I have been paranormal researchers each for over 30 years. It is our passion, something we love doing together and we have done some unforgettable projects, which many of you have read over the years, on our two websites. Rainbow, also writes on a regular basis for Paranormal Underground and other like magazines. It is important our information freely is distributed, for I have always believed in the saying “there is no secret worth keeping”. Spreading truth and wisdom beget more truth and wisdom. It is what we are all about.

Our latest project involves a wonderful small country store and restaurant near the entrance to Silver Falls  State Park, 15 minutes east of Silverton Oregon. Over the last year, Rainbow and I have befriended the owners of that particular store. We were originally drawn to the store because on their store sign, there is a wonderful picture of a Sasquatch. We stopped in and met everyone in the store. Come to find out, the whole surrounding area is loaded with Paranormal activity and to top that, they have a great Big Sasquatch Hamburger that is out of this world.

For several years, the owner had been tracking some of their customers’ stories and experiences, by having them write them down in a book, to be shared with other customers. We were told, it had many amazing stories, but unfortunately, someone stole the book to the great sorrow of the store owners. Rainbow and I have provided a Paranormal Survey and the materials for the store owners to start another binder full of amazing Cryptid and paranormal stories that can be shared with one and all, but this time there will be a backup copy just in case someone gets sticky fingers again.

So come and visit Silver Falls Country store on Hwy 214 east of Silverton Oregon. Bring your own stories, read other’s stories, and enjoy great company and great food. Maybe just maybe,  you will see us there.

Eyes open, no fear, be safe

MWiz.

A Possible Dogman Encounter from Joe in Alberta

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Every so often, we have a reader write in and share their experience with Michael and me. This is one of them. We would like to thank Joe for sharing his encounter with us and for letting us share his story with you.
On the evening I have seen the hyena-like animal I was small game hunting along a heavily wooded seismic exploration trail that looked fruitful for rabbits. I generally hunt alone but carry a shotgun because all too often during these often successful rabbit and grouse hunting journeys black bears and occasional wolf packs were nearby and a 22 rimfire is a poor caliber for self-protection here in northeastern Alberta.
During my hunting walk along this one west to east goat path, I noticed a turkey vulture was always overhead and if you watched your six an owl always trailed me. This is very routine there. What was not, in my opinion, a routine thing was an unusual noise animal source never found. A constant coughing sound I describe best as like a cat coughing up a fur ball but no change in pitch or volume or cadence. It sounded like a sound effect generated by a studio. Certainly what animal has the lung capacity and vocal cords to generate this very strange sound??
Tell you what this is almost more worrying than the sighting itself.
On this day I just came to the decision to ignore this sound and continue hunting. This particular forest trail had two small rises along my direction of travel to the east and over the second hump, a small game was more frequently seen I think because the main road was far enough away that small animals felt safer there behind the second mound. Soon I heard what was larger than a rabbit was just off to my right and I was later than unusual arriving there and the daylight was rapidly fading.
Thankfully this was at the intersection of two trails and I seated myself on a large rock on the opposite side of the trail and sat looking in its direction with my trusty shotgun across my lap felt very confident in my ability to protect myself and I always keep two shotgun slugs really handy to swap out the birdshot in my over-under just in case I had a bear encounter at close range I seen this dog like animal as it came around a large tree. It had dog-like ears and dog-like snout. But it’s front legs were certainly longer than its back legs! Never seen this before or since! Also appeared to have very muscular back and chest. Almost hump-backed to me.
Was this a wolf with a deformed broken back or the now ten thousand years extinct American hyena? I don’t know and I have seen several wolves in the past and innumerable coyotes and fox so I feel well qualified to speak about canine animals.
Also, it’s incisor teeth looked unnaturally long and I think it had a greyish coat with some strange yellowish or red patches on its back. Very hard to confirm in the dusky light. Its eyes had a strange yellowish color to them. I was unsure whether to shoot it or not but decided to leave this area immediately. I know well enough not to run as to appear to be prey to a predator. But kept my loaded shotgun at the low ready just in case. Stopping often to check my six just like an infantry soldier on a patrol. I left and never actually returned to this spot.
On another occasion, I heard the large animal getting up in the woods at least twice in a totally different place again while small game hunting. I had a distinct feeling I was being watched. This was near a registered trapline I later discovered so was easy to find an excuse not to return there. Some months later I found two thoroughly mutilated calves and a cow someone really took their time with. Again at a different location about ten miles from here as the crow flies.
The cow had an ear tag and I reported it to the RCMP they tell me in a later phone call this incident was forwarded to local livestock inspector. I must say perhaps just rustled cattle butchered right there But seems stupid as it is at corner very busy forest road.
Maybe a mutilation maybe not I just hope these strange occurrences are it for me.
I had a recent health scare and do not need any more drama in my life!
Joe in AlbertaToggle

Archons in our real History, now we know, and our time has come to take it all back

Since the beginning of human time, there has been a group of beings called the Archons. Some say they controlled our reality. I think there are some truths here but I don’t believe every word hook, line and sinker. This group seems to be comprised of the Greys and Reptilians, groups that searched out planets like Earth looking for emotional beings like humans to feed off of.

Let’s go back to the very beginning, a Goddess-like energy call Sophia decided to create Earth, as this beautiful peaceful paradise for her beings (humans and animals, etc.). This sounds similar to the other creation stories we have all heard of. So about 250,000 years ago or so, the Archons showed up and started messing with Sophia’s world. As the Archons started causing chaos among the humans, this heightened the degree of emotional energy the humans produced. Chaos, crisis, wars, and suffering are the fertilizers of emotional acceleration and this is the food source they (Archons) want and need to survive and prosper. Sophia was not able to totally defend the Earth from the Archons, so she decided to make herself a part of the planet as Gaia or Mother Earth, which I believe does exist – this Mother Earth. Gaia, over the thousands of years, has balanced out these Archons and because of this, humans were able to prosper as their numbers grew to the billions. This is a double-edged sword for Gaia, though, because as more humans multiple, the Archons, through their manipulation of man and woman, have polluted Mother Earth to weaken her ability to balance the energy-sucking beings that threaten all ecosystems on Earth.

These Grey/Reptilian groups, who eat our emotions, have been among us, influencing surrogates and mind-controlled humans. These surrogates are humans in high-powered places, among the very elite of our societies. The best way to gain control over a culture is to do it in a stealth fashion because it is so much easier to manipulate and accomplish your agenda. And this is what the Archons have done for thousands of years.

They move about in the old secret societies such as the Illuminati, the Skull and Bones, and the Vatican Elites and there are many other groups that harbor the ones who do the will of the Archons. There are also rogue cells in government agencies such as the US- FBI, CIA, DIA, ATF, DOD, DOE and many others from other western Christian countries. But I must mention that there some good guys in those groups as well who are resisting and fighting the Archons and their surrogates. Now from the corporate world, there are the psychopaths, the leaders of some of our companies who would sell their mother’s soul to make a buck. They would also pollute and destroy their own planet to advance the Archon’s agenda of creating an environment of as much suffering as possible to feed their enormous appetite. Besides the emotional energy, they have a great interest in human souls and try to capture them as they are released at the point of death. I guess we could call them soul catchers. And the energy from the body is said to be the super nectar of human existence.

After 40 years of working with abductees, I heard that Greys and reptilians were very much against the use of nuclear weapons even though nukes do cause amazing suffering, they also cause death to the human soul, which is the caviar/truffle on their plate.

The Archons, as I have stated before, are a cunning and ruthless group with little or no emotional investment in anything they do, especially to mankind. They have been here for probably thousands of years. Their overall influence has varied as their power over the earth has changed and other non-human groups have come and gone during Archon’s occupation of our home.

The first wave to defeat them is to have millions realize they exist and the fact they are sucking our emotional energy. This drain on humanity is so powerful that in time we could very well be a Zombie-type civilization. Just to know they exist gives us a bit of power, a quantum power that can start turning the tide against the energy vamps.

Next, we must be fearless and not fearful, for fear is the nectar they crave. Being fearless will diminish their food source, and slowly starve them out.

And finally, peace and love produce stability, calm and tranquility. Stop world conflicts and the cycle will be broken. The Archons will retreat and we will gain our sanity back. Humans will return from the invisible bondage we have been under for thousands of years. Most of the human race has not been aware of the tremendous weight that has been on their shoulders. A weight that has kept most of us in a stupor about our true nature and our lost ability to become the Universal being that our creator intended us to be. We are creators, we are manifestos and we are God-like as our creator. Made in his-her own image and more. And the Archons are trying to take all this away.

Sleep Tight, now we know, and we can start taking back our reality.

Mike

A postscript: Rainbow not reading my post or knowing the title — had a dream about the Archons and that a full frontal invasion of earth would happen 2075 to prevent the total awakening of mankind.

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What Are Ghosts Thinking – Rainbow’s Ghostly Views

For the most part, Michael and I are usually on the same page regarding our projects, interests and ideas. Every once in a while, we don’t agree, which makes life interesting. So last week’s post, written by Michael wasn’t something I totally agreed with. Here’s my take on this subject.

Since I’m an Empath, throughout my life I have had disembodied spirits talk to me besides other beings of different intents and places. Most of the time, I don’t go looking for them, they come looking for me. As a kid I was scared to death, as a teeny bopper, I was annoyed  and as a young adult I just wanted to be like my friends, oblivious to anything outside of school and boys.

Time doesn’t exist outside of our last breath; at least this is what was told to me by spirits, ghosts and a few goblins. It’s a comfort, kind of like leaving the lights on at night but outside of our existence, it’s not necessary.

Ghosts become the end result of their lives, whether they be short, long or in the middle. Painful deaths, wrongful deaths and long and tortuous deaths can change the outcome of where we go as humans in the afterlife. And sometimes, people just don’t want to leave. The attachment to a person or a place is so great, that they are bound to the emotional attachment of their memories. Love is a strong bond that holds no bounds.

Residual hauntings are a different story; they are a replaying of emotional trauma intentional or accidental. A car crash, catastrophic circumstances, heart attack or whatever can ail the human body. Shock and awe can saturate a place within seconds and leave a residue of unrequited answers lingering for eons.

Unconsecrated ground brought forth from ceremonies, unholy or untimely deaths can create such a outburst of emotional repulsion and distress that, that very moment in time is imprinted forever. To be within this energy is unhealthy and for anything to linger within its effluence can create a crack within the parameter of existence for ghosts and humans alike.

Whatever can bring about confusion and denial, usually holds the human spirit here. It’s a tough realization to comprehend that the human body  is no longer a part of  life, that the things that most of us take for granted … are gone for good. When death enters the picture, there are no second chances. The door is closed, at least for the human to human contact we live with day in and day out.

But let’s take this a step further, imagine, using other abilities to communicate to loved ones, that weren’t used while you were alive. What is death, really? It takes away the body only, but not who we are as sentient beings. The ghostly others, have communicated with me throughout my life, so this does happen, this “different” way of communicating.

What if there are other ways to communicate that we unfortunately don’t use while we are alive like telepathy, mind over matter and levitation. It seems through stories and recounted events, that shocking circumstances can prompt the use of these abilities. Why is it that people who come so close to death or perhaps die for minutes, bring back these abilities with them?

To me, ghosts are reminders that life continues on and if they can relay to me what lies beyond the life I know, I am more than willing to talk to them.

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What are Ghosts thinking?

I am thinking there are Ghosts the exist among us, I believe I saw a statistic that said about 60% of the US Population believe in Ghosts. But only a small percentage of them actually have seen, felt or seen evidence of them.  Some of the typical happenings that bring ghosts into the possible reality are the following; if you witness doors and cupboards opening and closing by themselves, seeing Owls before and after a death of a close friend or family member, electronics turning on and off on their own, items from loved ones who have passed on, showing up. Pets staring at apparently nothing. Finally, seeing something from out of the corner of your eye. And the rarest event is actually seeing a ghost, apparition, or spirits.

Last week, we saw the movie ” A Ghost Story “, it was not a blockbuster hit but it got me thinking about what ghosts are thinking? In the movie,  the ghost says nothing, except for a few lines to another ghost, telepathically.  Throughout the movie, the Ghost stands and observes the people around him, occupying the space he once lived in.

I do believe Spirits get attached to places they have a powerful connection to. I think it’s something like an electromagnetic field that they can’t break free from until something satisfies a need and cuts off a positive or negative polarity.  In this movie, the draw of attachment, was a simple note in a crack of a door frame that his girlfriend had written and put in the crack, for him to see. I don’t believe she knew he was there but only hoped he was and hope is a powerful force that creates a binding polarity. Once he read the note the polarity was broken and he was released to go where he could create his new adventure.

So the lesson here is to the living, don’t create a field of holding on – let them GO.

Ghosts don’t think, they only wait.

Sleep tight — Life is forever, but time here on earth is a quick passing.

MWiz