Deer

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.

Joseph Brant

Joseph Brant came to me in a dream. He asked how he could be reincarnated as he knew he done a lot of wrong in his lifetime. I told him I had to do an investigation of his past. I went to Mohawk Chapel in Brantford where he was supposedly buried. There wasn't any activity from Joseph Brant there or at the Joseph Brant Museum, but there was activity from a little boy that moved all the clothes and stuff around. That story I will continue in another post.

A week later he came to me in another dream and I told him for what he has done he must live in the worst part of the world with hardly any food or medical supplies. He must stay there for 7 consecutive years. If he dies within those 7 years he must start that life all over again. He said he would accept that punishment and that was how his debt was repaid. I have not heard from him sense.

Brantford Residential Haunting

As I finished painting a front entrance and a stairway, I went down to the basement to the laundry room to clean my rollers and tray. As I was cleaning my trays out a man was sitting on a stool behind me. He started to talk to me saying "Thank you for painting the hallway, I hated that colour". I told him "no problem" and we continued our conversation. He also said, "my wife must be upset with me, she's not talking to me and I'm making lots of noise down here and she won't come down". Then I went back upstairs to speak with his wife and she asked me who I was talking to with a puzzled look on her face. I told her a guy downstairs and she said, "Oh my God, describe him". After I described him she said, "oh my that was my husband" and continued to tell me that he accidentally shot himself while cleaning his gun 6 months ago. She asked what we were talking about and I explained we were talking about the hallway as he really hated that colour. "yes, he really did hate that colour, as tears came to her eyes, we were always too busy to paint it". As we continued chatting she went on to say, "it has been really unsettled in the basement and she couldn't go down there. What can she do about it?". We started talking about where he was buried and if there were any relatives close by and she said his Aunt was buried next to him and he used to go visit her all the time. I suggested that next time he goes to visit his aunts grave to look at the tombstone beside it. After about 6 months later, I ran into this lady again and she told me that the house has settled down. So because his death was so sudden he didn't realize he was dead until he looked at his own stone. He accepted his death and is now at rest.

Brantford

Ghost Deer with Mother and Child.