Visits of an Otherworldly Kind

I believe my home is being visited by guests of the otherworldly kind. Mostly females and children...and has been made a home by one particular lady whose presence is felt all the time. My maids have felt them, some guests have expressed similar experiences and I feel them all the time.

Some of them do try and create a ruckus to announce their presence...like moving my heavy, wooden chairs on the first floor bedrooms to disturb me when I'm writing or watching a movie downstairs...or maybe not to disturb me exactly, but to secure my attention. One yell to shut up with the noise does the trick and whoever the trickster is, mends his/her ways...even though for a short time. A few days back, I was unwell and disturbed and could not sleep and just called out to my favourite Archangel, Michael, with whom I have an uncanny tie...I fell into the state of being half-awake and half-asleep and saw blue orbs appear near the ceiling followed by gentle hands caressing my long hair till I fell asleep. Next morning my husband, when queried, answered that he was watching TV downstairs till the wee hours of morning so I must've dreamt of being caressed. Well, if it was Michael, thank you my darling angel for comforting me.

The visitors are not always the angelic or the harmlessly naughty kind. My live-in help complained of seeing a woman with a baby in her room who kept kicking her till she fell off her bed and urging her to take her baby whom she cradled in her arms. This she said had been happening for sometime. As always, I requested whoever it was to stop harassing people living in the house and incidentally, the visitations stopped and my live-in help has been able to get some sound sleep. A friend who stayed with me for sometime also complained of someone jumping on her bed at night and would keep the lights on till the first rays of the sun came through the windows. Her problems too disappeared with a simple request to the entity.

Then there was this incident where I was alone in the house, cleaning out the wardrobe when I heard some banging the utensils in the kitchen sink on the ground floor. Guessing that my house help has arrived, I hurried down the stairs to request her to handle the utensils a tad more gently and to use less water. When I reached the kitchen, not a soul was to be seen. My help hadn't arrived and the door was locked from inside. Still, checking the entire ground floor for someone, anyone, I again went back to my first floor bedroom to finish my work. The same tinkering of utensils and gurgling of water got me downstairs within five minutes and again I found myself facing a closed tap and a locked door. A very cold "you know what? You don't scare me, so get on with it" was enough to make the miscreant spirit stop making the racket and go on its way.

I can also sense someone stand and watch me when I work in the kitchen or sit and watch TV or do any of the numerous off chores around the house. I've learnt to live with these souls. It is they who need our compassion and acknowledgement. Sometimes, a mere acknowledgement and a gentle reminder that they are dead helps them go on in their journey towards the light. This might seem weird to a lot many people but I along with a lot of people visiting me have felt the presence of the world overlapping that of our own. We respect each other and live in harmony. After all, it is a part of nature and who are we to try and change the course of whats natural.