By RaVen Sequoia
The first time I have ever seen a ghost when I was about 24 years old. I lived in an old beautiful Victorian house with a roommate. We shared a room. One night I awoke startled and realized I had left my night light lamp on. My roommate in her bed in the other side of the room was sound asleep. To my shock, I saw a beautiful blond thin white woman with her arms outstretched wearing a long layered multi-colored pastels.
I froze in fear, she was staring straight into my eyes. She did not move but was at the edge of my bed near my feet. Petrified, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I peeked over to my roommate but she was asleep and her back faced me.
Slowly I looked over to the ghost and she was still leaning over with arms outstretched. She looked very sad, as if asking to help her. Freaked out, I couldn’t accept that I was seeing this ghost right in front of me. Suddenly I had the strongest urge to pee, not wanting to get out of the bed but feeling my bladder was about to burst, I resentfully and slowly crawled out of my bed. The female ghost still stood - her dress were in varied pastel colors of yellow, blue, pink, peach, white and green. I slowly stood up acutely aware of how I could still see her from the corner of my eye. I slowly walked by thinking to myself, She cannot move or come any closer to me or I’ll scream. Don’t you dare move.
My body was so tensed from her being too near, I rigidly managed to walk past by her without fainting, peeing in my pants or screaming. Then I ran fast to the bathroom and locked the door. After peeing, I stayed in the bathroom for many hours until dawn. Finally, when I was exhausted of waiting, I carefully walked to the bedroom door and slowly peeked inside. My eyes darted to my bed and the female ghost was no longer there.
NW 24th Ave Ghost Story
A Deaf friend invited me to join her to her company’s business party at her bosses’ luxurious classic large house in NW 24th Ave neighborhood. The female boss gave a small group of the employees and their loved ones or friends a tour. The house was gorgeously decorated with fascinating archeological antique items. My Deaf friend and I followed the group as her boss led us up to the staircase.
All of the sudden, I felt a freezing cold sweeping sensation pass through my body. It made me stop for a half-a-second but too many people were behind me and so I continued to forged upward. Suddenly, I sensed a cheerful spirit to my right. I looked at each rooms doorways. There were three. The door with the blue room drew me in. I looked at the empty room but suddenly “heard” a giddy laughter emitting from the area I happened to rest my eyes. In my third eye, I sensed a young female figure. I couldn’t see anything with my own eyeballs but sensed it mentally. I immediately turned to my friend and signed to her, 'I sensed a ghost.’ My friend scoffed at me. I asked her to ask her boss. She flushed in embarrassment and refused. I went ahead to ask, my friend tried to pull me back to stop me from asking her boss. Annoyed, I ignored her pleas and walked straight up to her boss and asked in front of the whole group. ‘Do you have a ghost here?’ Her boss smiled and confirmed ‘Yes, we do! We have a friendly ghost here. She likes to play tricks on us. She’s a good spirit. We ask her to stay out of our bedroom though so she’s usually hangs out in the blue room or the art room.’ My friend stared at me in shock. I smiled feeling relieved I sensed something real as that sweet female ghost. Her mischievous personality cheered my spirit up, it was great fun to meet her. I tried to imagine what it was like when a group of living human beings constantly ignores her. But then someone who is sensitive picks up her presence, it must have made her day. I guess even ghosts needs attention too from time to time.
SW Portland Old House
I was hired to organize a man’s office filing cabinet. He lived in an old house that was given to him after his father died. The house was built in the early 1900’s.
In the living room, I was assigned to assort all of the many stacks of papers strewn all over the desk, drawers and floors.
It was a sunny summer day and I was in a good mood especially since I LOVE helping people organize their homes.
After about an hour of organizing my customer’s paperwork… I began to feel depressed. I felt a sense of dread and profound sadness. Perplexed, the drastic shift of mood disturbed my concentration and I had to get up and leave the living room and enter into the kitchen to get my act together.
I questioned myself what could be triggering the sudden onset of depression and sadness. Was it something I ate? No. Was it any personal problems I was struggling with. No. Was it from some sad news that maybe lingering in the back of my mind? No. After exhausting all the logical possibilities of what could sudden slam me from being in a good mood into a despondent state… a teensy tiny voice in my head uttered, “Ghost?”.
I refused to believe that. Dismissing the notion, I immediately went back to the living room to resume my organizing project.
The dread and sadness gripped my lungs to the point I felt I was ready to cry in deep sobs. Alarmed, I could no longer deny that it had to be a ghost. Still skeptical, I asked my customer, who just happened to walk past by me in the hallway, could I talk to him for a minute and he said sure. I asked if he was open minded, he said yes, what is it? Nervously, I asked if there was a ghost in his house. He calmly looked at me with a blank expression and immediately said no. Relieved, I said, ‘Okay, thanks’.
I went back to work and forced myself to finish my task despite feeling depressed still.
Ten minutes later, my customer, walked up to me and admitted, ‘I remembered something, the first owner of this house, a woman, was murdered on the front porch a long time ago. Does that count?’
I thanked him for sharing that information with me.
Strangely enough, I had my bundled sage leaves in my backpack. Normally I don’t go around carrying a sacred smudging stick around. But for some reason, I did anyway. I took the sage stick out and lit it up. Went to the front porch outside.
Feeling sheepish, I looked around to make sure there were no neighbors being able to spot me smudging the front porch. I smudged the entire front porch and suddenly felt a deep dark sad despair in my chest again. I signed to her, “I feel you. I know you’re here. I am recognizing your presence.” The bleeding despair that seeped into my body seemed to slowed down to stay still. Empathetically, I told her that I understood what took place and immediately the gloomy sad emotions gripped my body again. I reassured her it’s all over and it’s time for her to leave. I said I was very sorry she had been murdered and she can go to the next plane, cross over to the other side to her loved ones. She asked me where do I go. I felt around for the entrance and noticed it was the right side above the railing. I pointed the portal and she immediately turned around to look at it. In awe, she stood there just gaping. I smiled and urged her to walk in and it’s okay to go. Time to go and cross over. The female ghost wearily walked inside it and I felt her getting smaller and smaller and finally the portal closed.
The despairing gloom left my chest and the dark sad mood disappeared. I was back to my old cheerful self. I felt a solid closure with this old female ghost that was murdered on the front porch. Feeling satisfied, I said a little prayer and bid her well. Went back to work and I was finally able to finish organizing the customer’s paperwork.
These are the three ghosts that I have experienced in my lifetime.
I still don’t like seeing ghosts but feeling them is fine. But it’s not like I zealously go after them or anything. Just those who really need help to cross over or just friendly ones that needs recognization.
February 17, 2018
©RaVen Sequoia 2018
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