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The friendly dead ....
Monday, 09 May 2016 21:33
Special to the Daily Planet

    I lead a charmed life. Iím surrounded by the best family and friends anyone could hope for. But Iím also surrounded by the best spirits anyone could hope for. Iím never truly alone and Iíve come to come to appreciate that spiritual presence. Itís comforting and protective and has kept me out of trouble more often than not.

    Sometimes, though, even I have felt the need for extra ďprotection.Ē I had two events happen in the same week that seemed, at first, to be very thoughtful. 

    These events happened a few years ago during July. My cat, Serena, was dying of kidney disease and slept all of the time. One day she was still asleep when I was ready to leave for work, so I only made up my side of the bed, thinking that Iíd make up hers when I returned from work. When I got home that afternoon, her side of the bed was already made up! I wasnít the least bit thrown by that. Iíve had help from spirits before and I was so exhausted that I was thankful for the assistance.

    A few days later, I got takeout from my favorite restaurant and wanted to watch TV while I ate it. I had torn open a new bag of tortilla chips too far down, so I decided to take my tray to the kitchen first and then come back for the chips so that I didnít leave a trail along the way. But when I got to the kitchen, the bag of chips was already waiting for me! They were sitting on the stove. I couldnít help but walk back to the couch to look and, sure enough, they were no longer there. Ever the optimist and no stranger to weird events happening around me, I was again thankful for the assist.

    I was relating these events to a friend of mine a few nights later. He didnít look at these things in a positive light at all. In fact, to hear him talk about it, it all sounded pretty sinister. I still remember him asking me: ďIf something is strong enough to do these things, what else is it capable of?Ē

   My drive home was not as carefree as usual. My friendís words were playing over and over in my head and I was dreading going home with each passing mile. What if he was right?

  There is a cemetery at the top of my road and Iím fortunate to have made friends with the residents. It was late when I pulled my car over to the side. I sat there and talked to the headstones and explained what happened that week and that I was feeling a little uneasy about going home, since I wasnít so sure Iíd be alone. And if I wasnít, what would happen? I asked if anyone would be willing to help me and come to my house and spend the night and keep me safe. 

   All of a sudden, it felt like my car was full of people! I drove the short distance to my house and we all got out and walked inside. I thanked them for their help and went straight to bed. I slept like a baby! When I got up the next morning, they were all gone. And to my surprise, they took the spirit that had inhabited my house that week with them! I still utter my heartfelt thanks to them when I drive by.

   This may have been the first time I ever consciously asked for help. And itís available to anyone who asks for it. So many people have scary things happening in their homes and they donít know what to do. Call out to anything friendly that may be there to protect you. For that matter, we all have friends and family who have passed away and would have protected us in life. Theyíll do the same in death. Just ask. I promise theyíll help you.

    Some spirits also look to comfort you. About 10 years ago, I had surgery and needed human help, so my mom stayed with me for a week. She slept in my room with me. I woke up in the middle of the night but I didnít know why. I wasnít in pain, so I knew it wasnít time for pain meds. And then I felt it. A warm hand was stroking my arm up and down in a very loving, comforting way, as if to say, ďItís OK. Iím here and youíre going to be fine.Ē

   The feeling of love and compassion was so overwhelming. I tried my best to get Momís attention. A paranormal experience finally takes place right there with her and she slept through the whole thing! But then, I felt so comforted by the experience, that I promptly fell back asleep.


Shelley Wright, an Asheville native, is a paranormal investigator. She works at Wrightís Coin Shop in Asheville and is a weekly participant in the ďSpeaking of StrangeĒ radio show from 9 p.m. to midnight on most Saturdays on Ashevilleís WWNC-AM (570).




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