Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Year 1993, I was driving home about 6pm. The sun was going down. I saw a deer get hit by one car and then another. I pulled over and grabbed the buck and pulled him off the road. The ladies in the second car came yelling and screaming that all animals should be hunted and killed. I turned and said roughly after all animals are dead then what, start with the stupid people that can't see at night! I held the deer for about 45 minutes. His head on my lap and I was talking and petting him. He really didn't try to get up. Three of his legs were broken. The OPP came and I asked if he could be saved. He told me no. It was his time and I wanted to hold him as he shot him. After he shot him I got up and started to sway. The OPP officer grabbed me away from the road and asked me if I was okay. I looked at him and said the deers spirit wanted me to see him to the other side. It felt like I was the deer in its last living moments. Ever since then I can get very close to deer and they don't fear me.
I was painting a hallway around Yonge St. in Hamilton. I saw a man about 90 years old standing at the front door. I sat at the bottom of the stairs and asked him what he was doing. He stared out the door not moving and said he was waiting for his wife. She told him when she died she would come and get him. I said to him she might have crossed over. I asked him if he wanted to go out the door and see and he said he will wait a little while longer because he might miss her. And there he waited. He has been dead for about 10 years. I hope his wife did come to get him.
Approximately 9 years ago 2002, I moved from Brantford to a farm house in Princeton, Ontario along Hwy 2. As I was sitting outside having a coffee I heard laughter coming from the bush and a strong scent of perfume. This went on for a few weeks. Sometimes I could almost see a house at night but there wasn't any around the property. One night while I was sitting under the big maple tree and felt a soft stroke across my back and an apparition of a lady sat beside me. She touched my hand, smiled and said thank you for noticing them. I asked her why she was in the bush. She told me they live there and when I moved in the bad man that lived in the house (that was really there) left. He wouldn't let them out and now they can wash their clothes and finally laugh. I asked them if they wanted to cross over and she said not just yet. I asked the owner if there was a house in the bush and he replied there was and it was the first coach house from Windsor to Toronto. While I lived there for awhile after I could still hear the laughter of the ladies, the smell of perfume and time to time the soft stroke across my back and a friendly wave.
While I was working at the Workers Arts and Heritage Centre in Hamilton, Ontario, a few of the other workers and I would go out for a couple of drafts after work. We went to the Bay View Tavern. It was a place where the ladies of the night would hang out. After about a month of going there with the other workers, a couple of the girls heard the rumors that the Workers Arts and Heritage Centre was haunted. They came over to our table to hear more. They said two electricians were talking about it being haunted and that's when I told them I could communicate with the dead. The girls told me they were always freaked out about that building. We all got talking over the next month and I ended up reading most of the palms and it freaked some of them out. I also in the meantime was talking to two spirits at the Bay View almost every day, they were two ladies, the owners grandmother and the other was a girl in her twenties. I told the girls one night to find another bar because the owner, third generation, was going to sell. I knew this from talking to the spirits. I got to know the owner and all the patrons pretty good. The girls told the owner of the story I told them that he was going to sell. The next night I went in for a beer and he came over to me and said the girls told him what I had said. He told me not in this lifetime would he sell because the bar has been in his family three to four generations. I described to him his grandmother and what she had said was that in 6 months someone was going to make him an offer he couldn't refuse. He laughed and bought me a beer and said it better be big. After a couple of months went by I went in for a beer. The owner came over to me shook my hand and bought me a jug and said to me he doesn't know how I knew things, but someone came in and made him an offer and he accepted it. That was the last time I seen him and all the ladies of the night.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
My wife and I started to look for a house in the country. We found one in a small town, south of Simcoe. It has been on the market since last November 2009. From the pictures we have seen in the paper it looked ideal. So we decided to to call the Realtor to make an appointment to view the house. From the first time we brought up the picture I felt a connection, a feeling of a spirit living there. That first evening after looking at the photo, the spirit, who turned out to be a young girl (Nancy), finally let me see her in my subconscious. She is about 100 pounds, 5ft 5in. She has long straight black hair. She was wearing a full length black nightgown with a white robe over top. She is 13 years old and has been living at the house for approximately 60 to 70 years. She seems very intelligent and warns of another spirit. I haven't sensed the other spirit yet. She says the other spirit is male and is supposedly trapped there by him. Up to this point the young girl says the other people who have lived/owned the house have let her down. They wouldn't listen to her. A few days later we went to see the house. The house has a lot of issues that are unrepairable. It probably needs to be torn down. You couldn't see that from the pictures, it was mostly internal. The young girl was there while we toured the house. We let her know that the house was beyond repair and she could stay there until it was torn down and then either come and live with us or cross to the other side.