Children Will Be Children

I listened as Michael and Patricia described what had happened. They quietly described with awe how the pictures on the wall behind me moved, the air turned cold, and the hem of my dress swished back and forth. Suddenly, I bolted upright and said, "I must go into your living room, something is there. "

What happened next was a trying experience. If I was ever going to be frightened doing my work, this would have been the time.

They followed me as I walked to a corner where a large plant stood. I felt the most stubborn, hostile force I had ever felt. The plant was shrouded in a bitter, angry field of negative energy. I hadn't previously experienced the phenomenon. The spirit had transferred itself into a living, growing plant. I didn't feel evil, merely anger. The air around the plant turned ice cold, colder than I had ever experienced. I thought, "Oh, my God, I don't know if I can do this." It was so strong!

I took a very determined stance and vowed to absorb the spirit. I was becoming angry. To think that it was so stubborn, so hostile and so determined to stay and continue bothering the child! I stood directly in front of the plant. The feeling within me was extremely heavy, yet I felt I had begun to absorb the spirit. There was something wrong this time. I didn't feel it was lifting because it was going to rest. It was lifting because it was so much stronger than I.

I stood as firmly and as defiantly as I could and willed it to me. I began to feel movement. The hem of my dress began swaying back and forth and my foot began to move involuntarily, inching away from its place beside my other foot. The spirit was putting me off balance, distracting me! With all my energy, I concentrated on removing the force that had now settled around my ankle.

I stood still with my arms raised and fighting with every bit of energy I could. It was my will against the spirit's. I concentrated on the plant. I saw the leaves shimmer. One by one, the leaves began to droop and shrivel, as if relenting. As this happened, I began to feel lightness and warmth around me. I had absorbed the spirit. The spirit had died and so had the plant.

I could barely walk after this experience. I was very weak. Patricia and Michael helped me to the living room where I lay down. They noticed something most startling. On my ankle were white indentations of thumb-prints— proof that something had tried to knock me off my feet!

Patricia and Michael told me that a young boy had lived in the house at one time. He had died of leukemia at nine years of age. Children love two things: to play and other children.

The above story tells of a child's strong desire to play with other children. The desire was strong enough to transcend death. The little lost soul had been looking for a playmate and a normal life with other children.