The psychic topic of the moment seems to be ghosts and spirits of the dearly departed coming back to revisit. Have you ever seen a ghost? I have and I’ll tell you my little story about the first one I ever saw which frightened the heck out of me.
I was all of 20 years old and although I had psychic ability, I had never thought about seeing ghosts myself. This was something I read about in the media and in novels and I had never actually known anyone who had seen a ghost. My abilities at that stage did not extend past predicting events and reading the energy around live folks.
I was with my husband Tony who was my boyfriend at the time. We were driving north of Deniliquin, a small town in sheep and cattle country in south west NSW. It was a bright and sunny day with no hint of drama as we sped across the flat barren terrain, as we had done many times previously. I began to feel a strange sensation in my solar plexus and I developed goose bumps all over my body. I mentioned this to Tony who could also feel the hairs of the back of his neck standing up on end, but he didn’t know why.
As we drove further north, the physical sensations were becoming stronger and stronger for both of us. Neither of us had ever experienced these particular feelings before and we began to discuss how our bodies were reacting. There was no hint of anything untoward outside our vehicle, so we couldn’t understand why we were both feeling these strange ominous sensations.
As I casually glanced outside into a paddock, I received a huge fright as an aboriginal man just ‘appeared’ from nowhere. He literally just ‘materialised’ in front of me. This middle aged bearded aboriginal man was wearing nothing but a loin cloth and carried a spear. He looked directly at me and then, as if he were using telepathy, I heard inside my head ‘You have no respect for the land’. He promptly disappeared, taking his anger with him. It was all over in less than a second, but I had seen him, heard him and felt him. I screamed, giving Tony an even bigger shock, almost causing him to run our vehicle off the road. Tony hadn’t seen him but certainly had felt something very weird.
When we reached our destination, I made some enquiries about this area and found some 150 years ago, there had been a massacre of local aboriginals at this point. Many were slaughtered by whites seeking land for settlement. The energy of the original inhabitants is still there imbued in the land and the terrible crimes of our ancestors still live today as if they happened only yesterday. In spirit, there is no such thing as time, everything just exists just as it always has.
The whole experience is so indelibly etched in my mind that I have often thought about the comment of “You have no respect for the earth”. This has influenced me to make amends, becoming more attuned to the needs of nature and Mother Earth. We will all find our place in life when we realise we are all connected. Nothing or no one exists isolated from nature and the universe.
