Embracing the Spirits: True Stories of My Encounters With the Other Side Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Barbara Parks
Tags: supernatural, Body; Mind & Spirit, on vacation, personal journey of gradually accepting and embracing the clairvoyant gifts that allow her to see spirits. She shares dramatic and heartwarming stories of interacting with spirits who turn up everywhere: at home, Traumatized by vicious poltergeist attacks that lasted five years, she receives a miraculous visit from him. This joyous experience marks her first step toward healing—and opening up to spirit world.In the Presence of Spirits chronicles Barbara’s uplifting, Barbara Parks never imagined that her deep-rooted fear of ghosts would disappear. A momentous turning point occurs when, still mourning the sudden death of a beloved friend, these amazing true tales are convincing reminders that our loved ones are never far away., and accompanying her patients. From the departed uncle that protects Barbara’s young children from grave injury to the child spirits who bring comfort to their parents
come this far to jeopar-dize the success of the evening by being ill-prepared, and I was paranoid about compromising our safety.
I meditated, prayed, burnt white candles and incense and
kept my home’s vibration high. I made it clear that only spirits who came from God’s light were welcome and I white-lighted
both myself and the house several times during the day. I also made sure that neither my guests nor I consumed any alcohol beforehand. It’s believed that alcohol lowers one’s vibra-
tion, which can in turn attract lower vibrational, earthbound
entities rather than the crossed-over spirits we were hoping to make contact with.
By the time Matilda and her family arrived at 8pm, the
house was buzzing with spirit energy. It seemed that word
had gotten out in the spirit world and the family room was
Matt 33
inundated with a throng of excited spirits. As much as I sensed their presence, I was still taken aback when Stu took a photo
which captured around 30 orbs waiting near the fireplace! I
was convinced it would be an eventful night.
I had asked Matilda to bring along a list of ten dates,
amongst which was Matt’s birthday. We then proceeded to call
out each date in turn, asking Matt via the pendulum whether
the date in question was his birthday. He answered NO to each until we reached the correct date, thereby providing the first validation that it was indeed Matt we were speaking to.
His family went on to ask him a barrage of questions, all of
which he answered correctly. By now we were in little doubt
that our spirit friend was Matt, and felt comfortable enough to up the ante and allow him to prove his presence further.
We moved over to the large round table. We seated our-
selves and placed our hands flat on the tabletop, fingers spread so as our little fingers were touching those of the person
beside us. We closed our eyes and breathed steadily, whilst I
white lighted the table and asked once again that only spir-
its who came from God’s light be permitted to make contact.
I asked for our guides to protect us from lower vibrational
entities. I also offered a specific invitation for Matt to come through.
Within a couple of minutes, the heavy wooden tabletop
began to vibrate. We opened our eyes and looked at each other
excitedly, Matt was beginning to make contact. The vibrations
were soon replaced by a gentle rocking motion, as the table
began to gently shake from side-to-side. We were overcome
with a sense of awe and happiness, delighted that Matt was
offering physical proof of his presence. We began encourag-
ing him to move the table more forcefully, and invited Matt
34 Matt
to use our psychic energy if he needed to. At this point it felt as though there was someone under the table; the energy was
starting to mount and it seemed to be straining to lift.
“Let’s move to a smaller table,” I suggested, reasoning that
it might be easier for Matt to lift off the ground.
We seated ourselves around a small wooden table, placing
our hands on the top once again. Almost instantly, the vibra-
tions began, soon to be replaced by a steady, unmistakeable
rock. The table legs banged on the floorboards as it seesawed
from side-to-side.
Our excitement was palpable and was increasing with
every passing minute.
“Tip it over Dad!” encouraged Matilda.
We all offered similar encouragement, egging Matt on
towards his spectacular finale.
It didn’t take long before one side of the table started to
lift, teetering shakily on two of its wooden legs.
“Keep going,” we cheered. “You can do it!”
The table continued to steadily tip, pausing precariously
above the floor at a thirty degree angle.
“Come on Dad … Bang it!” said Matilda.
“Don’t worry about the floor,” I added. “Just slam it down
for us!”
And in what was to be his spectacular finale, the table
slammed into the floor with a triumphant bang.
At this, we all began clapping, happy that Matt
I meditated, prayed, burnt white candles and incense and
kept my home’s vibration high. I made it clear that only spirits who came from God’s light were welcome and I white-lighted
both myself and the house several times during the day. I also made sure that neither my guests nor I consumed any alcohol beforehand. It’s believed that alcohol lowers one’s vibra-
tion, which can in turn attract lower vibrational, earthbound
entities rather than the crossed-over spirits we were hoping to make contact with.
By the time Matilda and her family arrived at 8pm, the
house was buzzing with spirit energy. It seemed that word
had gotten out in the spirit world and the family room was
Matt 33
inundated with a throng of excited spirits. As much as I sensed their presence, I was still taken aback when Stu took a photo
which captured around 30 orbs waiting near the fireplace! I
was convinced it would be an eventful night.
I had asked Matilda to bring along a list of ten dates,
amongst which was Matt’s birthday. We then proceeded to call
out each date in turn, asking Matt via the pendulum whether
the date in question was his birthday. He answered NO to each until we reached the correct date, thereby providing the first validation that it was indeed Matt we were speaking to.
His family went on to ask him a barrage of questions, all of
which he answered correctly. By now we were in little doubt
that our spirit friend was Matt, and felt comfortable enough to up the ante and allow him to prove his presence further.
We moved over to the large round table. We seated our-
selves and placed our hands flat on the tabletop, fingers spread so as our little fingers were touching those of the person
beside us. We closed our eyes and breathed steadily, whilst I
white lighted the table and asked once again that only spir-
its who came from God’s light be permitted to make contact.
I asked for our guides to protect us from lower vibrational
entities. I also offered a specific invitation for Matt to come through.
Within a couple of minutes, the heavy wooden tabletop
began to vibrate. We opened our eyes and looked at each other
excitedly, Matt was beginning to make contact. The vibrations
were soon replaced by a gentle rocking motion, as the table
began to gently shake from side-to-side. We were overcome
with a sense of awe and happiness, delighted that Matt was
offering physical proof of his presence. We began encourag-
ing him to move the table more forcefully, and invited Matt
34 Matt
to use our psychic energy if he needed to. At this point it felt as though there was someone under the table; the energy was
starting to mount and it seemed to be straining to lift.
“Let’s move to a smaller table,” I suggested, reasoning that
it might be easier for Matt to lift off the ground.
We seated ourselves around a small wooden table, placing
our hands on the top once again. Almost instantly, the vibra-
tions began, soon to be replaced by a steady, unmistakeable
rock. The table legs banged on the floorboards as it seesawed
from side-to-side.
Our excitement was palpable and was increasing with
every passing minute.
“Tip it over Dad!” encouraged Matilda.
We all offered similar encouragement, egging Matt on
towards his spectacular finale.
It didn’t take long before one side of the table started to
lift, teetering shakily on two of its wooden legs.
“Keep going,” we cheered. “You can do it!”
The table continued to steadily tip, pausing precariously
above the floor at a thirty degree angle.
“Come on Dad … Bang it!” said Matilda.
“Don’t worry about the floor,” I added. “Just slam it down
for us!”
And in what was to be his spectacular finale, the table
slammed into the floor with a triumphant bang.
At this, we all began clapping, happy that Matt
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