Embracing the Spirits: True Stories of My Encounters With the Other Side by Barbara Parks Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: 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
his middle. Although I didn’t need fur-
ther proof of his presence, I was delighted that he appeared in what is now a much-treasured photograph.
I did briefly wonder why Matt was suddenly visiting me,
as I hadn’t seen him in weeks. Once I’d facilitated contact
between him and his family, his presence had receded. So why was he suddenly back?
It didn’t take me long to work out what was going on, and
speaking to Matt via the pendulum confirmed my suspicions.
Matt’s beloved sister-in-law, Slim, was due to commence chemo-
therapy the next day and Matt wanted her to know he would be
by her side. Since Matt had travelled the same journey himself, he empathised with what she was going through. He wanted to
offer comfort and the reassurance that all would be OK.
Feeling Matt’s spirit beside me, I put my arm around his shoulders.
It was lovely to see the small, bright orb confirming his presence beside me on the lounge!
Lover Girl 51
I promised Matt that I would contact Slim that night, to
remind her that she wasn’t alone in her journey. Not only did
she have a throng of friends and family alongside her, the spirit world was providing loving support as well. I had no doubt that Matt’s photo was intended to add to her armoury, to ensure a
positive outcome in her journey towards good health.
As I emailed Slim the photograph later that night, I was
instilled with the unwavering conviction that everything
would fine. And every time I look at that photo, I believe it all the more.
chapter seven
R o b e r t
The more I initiated spirit contact, the more spontaneous spirit interactions I seemed to attract. I also found that my clairvoyant abilities were becoming significantly enhanced. Not only
was I seeing more spirits each day, but I was beginning to experience physical phenomena to complement my visions.
As a result of my frightening experiences as a teenager, I
still find it difficult to sleep in complete darkness, and feel vulnerable if my head is exposed. I am the classic ghost-fearing chicken, and rare is the night the sheets aren’t covering my
head as a barrier between myself and the figures lurking in the darkness.
When I’m brave enough to expose myself to the dark (usu-
ally only if my husband is tucked up in bed beside me) I’m
usually overwhelmed by the images which spring up before
me. At the very least I see what looks like energy flooding
through the room. It’s difficult to put into words, but I sup-
pose the best way to describe it is that it looks as though it 53
54 Robert
is raining indoors. The energy appears white and fuzzy, and
peculiarly, the “rain” seems to be falling in all directions at once. I also see bright flashing lights within this energy field, and if I’m brave enough to keep looking, the lights sometimes
transform into figures.
I am well aware that in order to develop my abilities it’s
vital that I shake these residual fears, and that I need to drop my barriers (and indeed the ever-present sheet!) to indicate to the spirits that I am open and receptive.
It was with this thought in mind that I lay in bed one eve-
ning, head exposed and concentrating on my breathing, as I
tried to make contact with a spirit I could feel in my bedroom.
I suspected that the spirit of a young man had followed
me home from my clinic, as his mother had been in for an
appointment earlier in the day. I had known Robert several
years ago, as he was a friend of my then-boyfriend and our
paths often crossed. I had always found him to be vibrant and
gregarious, and was profoundly saddened to hear that he had
passed away the week before.
His parents had spent the day with him as he wasn’t feeling
well and he didn’t want to be alone. They stayed with their son until his partner returned from work, at which point they left to go home. By the time they pulled into their driveway half
an hour later, Robert had suffered a massive brain aneurysm.
As expected,
ther proof of his presence, I was delighted that he appeared in what is now a much-treasured photograph.
I did briefly wonder why Matt was suddenly visiting me,
as I hadn’t seen him in weeks. Once I’d facilitated contact
between him and his family, his presence had receded. So why was he suddenly back?
It didn’t take me long to work out what was going on, and
speaking to Matt via the pendulum confirmed my suspicions.
Matt’s beloved sister-in-law, Slim, was due to commence chemo-
therapy the next day and Matt wanted her to know he would be
by her side. Since Matt had travelled the same journey himself, he empathised with what she was going through. He wanted to
offer comfort and the reassurance that all would be OK.
Feeling Matt’s spirit beside me, I put my arm around his shoulders.
It was lovely to see the small, bright orb confirming his presence beside me on the lounge!
Lover Girl 51
I promised Matt that I would contact Slim that night, to
remind her that she wasn’t alone in her journey. Not only did
she have a throng of friends and family alongside her, the spirit world was providing loving support as well. I had no doubt that Matt’s photo was intended to add to her armoury, to ensure a
positive outcome in her journey towards good health.
As I emailed Slim the photograph later that night, I was
instilled with the unwavering conviction that everything
would fine. And every time I look at that photo, I believe it all the more.
chapter seven
R o b e r t
The more I initiated spirit contact, the more spontaneous spirit interactions I seemed to attract. I also found that my clairvoyant abilities were becoming significantly enhanced. Not only
was I seeing more spirits each day, but I was beginning to experience physical phenomena to complement my visions.
As a result of my frightening experiences as a teenager, I
still find it difficult to sleep in complete darkness, and feel vulnerable if my head is exposed. I am the classic ghost-fearing chicken, and rare is the night the sheets aren’t covering my
head as a barrier between myself and the figures lurking in the darkness.
When I’m brave enough to expose myself to the dark (usu-
ally only if my husband is tucked up in bed beside me) I’m
usually overwhelmed by the images which spring up before
me. At the very least I see what looks like energy flooding
through the room. It’s difficult to put into words, but I sup-
pose the best way to describe it is that it looks as though it 53
54 Robert
is raining indoors. The energy appears white and fuzzy, and
peculiarly, the “rain” seems to be falling in all directions at once. I also see bright flashing lights within this energy field, and if I’m brave enough to keep looking, the lights sometimes
transform into figures.
I am well aware that in order to develop my abilities it’s
vital that I shake these residual fears, and that I need to drop my barriers (and indeed the ever-present sheet!) to indicate to the spirits that I am open and receptive.
It was with this thought in mind that I lay in bed one eve-
ning, head exposed and concentrating on my breathing, as I
tried to make contact with a spirit I could feel in my bedroom.
I suspected that the spirit of a young man had followed
me home from my clinic, as his mother had been in for an
appointment earlier in the day. I had known Robert several
years ago, as he was a friend of my then-boyfriend and our
paths often crossed. I had always found him to be vibrant and
gregarious, and was profoundly saddened to hear that he had
passed away the week before.
His parents had spent the day with him as he wasn’t feeling
well and he didn’t want to be alone. They stayed with their son until his partner returned from work, at which point they left to go home. By the time they pulled into their driveway half
an hour later, Robert had suffered a massive brain aneurysm.
As expected,
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