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February 28, 2005

The Ghost in My Bedroom

I grew up in a small town in Connecticut and when I was 12 we moved into a Cape Cod style house that my parents had bought. Unlike most of the houses in our town, this type of house didn't have an attic. Instead it had a small crawl space that was used for storage running behind the two upstairs bedrooms. My room was on the right at the top of the stairs and the head of my bed rested against the crawl space wall.

Shortly after moving into the house, I began to hear knocking coming from the crawl space behind my bed. At first I thought it was just the noise of the house settling, or maybe trees brushing against the side of the house. But then the knocking began to make a pattern. I would start at one side of the crawl space, knock by the head of my bed and continue on the other side. Soon I started to get the sensation that there was someone there and every once in a while I would feel something touch my arm. There were also a few times when things would fly off my desk and roll around on the floor.

A few nights later my friend, Vanessa, came over to spend the night. We got out my Ouija board to see if we could learn anything about the house. We put our hands on the pointer and immediately it flew across the board to the letters. E, D, D, I, E, it kept repeating those letters faster and faster until the pointer flew off the board completely. After several attempts we determined that this Eddie had died young in my room many years earlier.

I finally asked my parents about the family who lived in the house before us. As it turned out, they had a son named Arthur Edward who they called Eddie. He died of Leukemia in my bedroom when he was 19 years old.

Most of the time Eddie let us know he was around by making loud noises. One day I had come home from school and no one else was home. I was sitting in the living room when I heard a huge bang from the kitchen. I thought my sister had come home and had slammed the kitchen door, but when I went into the kitchen, nothing was out of place and no one else was home.

My room was my sanctuary where I practiced my art. I didn’t share the space with anyone. One night I went to spend the night at Vanessa’s house and I told my sisters not to use my room while I was gone. But they didn’t listen to me. One of my sisters decided to sleep in my room that night. Apparently no sooner had she gotten into bed when all of a sudden the windows flew open and the blinds started banging against the window frames. The bed started to shake and the blankets were torn off the bed onto the floor. She ran out of the room and stayed out. I guess Eddie didn’t want to share my room with my sister either!

Posted by Linda Dalton at 07:46 PM | Comments (5)

February 26, 2005

Developing Psychic Ability

I think of psychic ability as I would any other talent or gift. It’s like singing – everyone can do it, but some people are better at it than others. With that in mind, I also think it’s important that people realize that it’s no more “mysterious” than being able to sing or dance or paint. When you think about the physical mechanics of taking a note and transforming it into beautiful music, it’s awe-inspiring. It is an ability that is God-given and you can choose to develop it or not. Psychic ability is very similar. You start by really listening to the small bits of intuition that everyone gets and then learning to trust those instincts. Eventually the feelings get stronger and begin to relate to other areas of your life. Where does this intuition come from? I think it comes from the same place that inspires people to create in any form. God, Soul, Source…

Posted by Linda Dalton at 12:01 PM | Comments (5)

February 23, 2005

Welcome to Psychic Blogger

This is my first entry into the world of web logging so I thought I’d begin by sharing a little info about how I discovered my psychic abilities.

I was 14 months old when my twin sisters were born. They were absolutely identical and are often mistaken for each other even today. One sister had a small strawberry mark on her eyelid that disappeared after a few months and that was how my mother and father told them apart. I was the only one who could tell them apart without looking for the birthmark. One night my mother put my sisters into the wrong cribs. When I asked her why she did that, she checked their eyelids and, sure enough, she had mixed them up.

As they grew older we were all able to identify one from the other as long as they were facing us. By the time I was about 5 years old my parents had long realized that I could easily tell the twins apart. So when they had parties with their friends they would have my sisters stand at one end of the room with their backs to me (and if you’ve ever known twins, they are usually always dressed and groomed exactly alike as children!) I would then be asked to tell which twin was which. I was tested like this at many of their parties over the years and was never wrong! So I give credit to my parents for unknowingly helping me to develop my psychic abilities.

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