Hi,
I was thinking of posting a Journal about the encounters I've had with ghosts. So I think in my family house I saw one. I woke up from dreaming and I think I could see them in my state of being half asleep and awake. They were blue in form and when I moved seemed to be startled then left.
Next one is the presence I feel during my day to day. Usually now I can ignore it if I just don't think about the presence being there then its basically like its not and can be vaguely normal about life. The presence I think was probably my late grandfather who had a not great reputation. I won't get into the details here since thats private but just wasn't the best.
When I first felt the presence I was so mad at it. I wondered why couldn't I just replace this with another imaginary friend since that was my working theory at the time of what it was. I tried different characters and thought if I need an imaginary friend any other person/character would be better. Any other one. Literally anything else. I tried my favorite civil rights activists nothing. It did not stick.
I reacted I was mad. I didn't want to be around someone that I did not like for pretty personal reasons. After a while though I learned to engage with my feelings about all this and work to forgive. Since I was kind of forced to forgive someone that even though was nice to me as a kid based off previous actions I did not want to acknowledge.
But I had to to get through the day so I eventually learned to work through my feelings and maybe work with the presence too. After a while it actually started improving my own mental health and view on the world as a whole. Its like the grandparent that wanted to be there for me but couldn't. Its pretty familial but feel protected in a way. And it even helped me when someone posed as what I most wanted a mentor figure came along and helped me say no.
To say no to the demanding figure that easily tricked me and posed as a figure I desperately wanted. But I had them. The mentor figure I didn't want but apparently needed.
They were nice to me in the way that one of gifts they gave me was a marker. But a marker where you could choose the color of it. This gift to me sent a message about agency and that I should have agency. I should get to write and not just write choose the color I wrote in. So yeah thats my story and took a lot of trial and error. Many arguments. A lot of conflict between me and the presence.
A lot of conflict and there are good days and bad but having a presences that I know actually care it means a lot. And it helped heal my inner kid a concept in therapy practices that is the best way to describe it. It helped me and I see the presence as nice.
I don't think its familiar because it doesn't talk. Its just there. Its energy is just I can sense it. I mainly talked with it through energy? Kind of? Hard to explain if you the reader haven't expierenced it. Like when a spirit guide sends you a thought image of joke kind of. And theres a weight to it. A heavy weight of loss. A weight that is death like. And just a knowing on my end of who it is.
Yep. Thats most of my story. I'll journal more if I start to remembering the early days to now. Or about the ghosts I've met in my dreams might be interesting.
I was thinking of posting a Journal about the encounters I've had with ghosts. So I think in my family house I saw one. I woke up from dreaming and I think I could see them in my state of being half asleep and awake. They were blue in form and when I moved seemed to be startled then left.
Next one is the presence I feel during my day to day. Usually now I can ignore it if I just don't think about the presence being there then its basically like its not and can be vaguely normal about life. The presence I think was probably my late grandfather who had a not great reputation. I won't get into the details here since thats private but just wasn't the best.
When I first felt the presence I was so mad at it. I wondered why couldn't I just replace this with another imaginary friend since that was my working theory at the time of what it was. I tried different characters and thought if I need an imaginary friend any other person/character would be better. Any other one. Literally anything else. I tried my favorite civil rights activists nothing. It did not stick.
I reacted I was mad. I didn't want to be around someone that I did not like for pretty personal reasons. After a while though I learned to engage with my feelings about all this and work to forgive. Since I was kind of forced to forgive someone that even though was nice to me as a kid based off previous actions I did not want to acknowledge.
But I had to to get through the day so I eventually learned to work through my feelings and maybe work with the presence too. After a while it actually started improving my own mental health and view on the world as a whole. Its like the grandparent that wanted to be there for me but couldn't. Its pretty familial but feel protected in a way. And it even helped me when someone posed as what I most wanted a mentor figure came along and helped me say no.
To say no to the demanding figure that easily tricked me and posed as a figure I desperately wanted. But I had them. The mentor figure I didn't want but apparently needed.
They were nice to me in the way that one of gifts they gave me was a marker. But a marker where you could choose the color of it. This gift to me sent a message about agency and that I should have agency. I should get to write and not just write choose the color I wrote in. So yeah thats my story and took a lot of trial and error. Many arguments. A lot of conflict between me and the presence.
A lot of conflict and there are good days and bad but having a presences that I know actually care it means a lot. And it helped heal my inner kid a concept in therapy practices that is the best way to describe it. It helped me and I see the presence as nice.
I don't think its familiar because it doesn't talk. Its just there. Its energy is just I can sense it. I mainly talked with it through energy? Kind of? Hard to explain if you the reader haven't expierenced it. Like when a spirit guide sends you a thought image of joke kind of. And theres a weight to it. A heavy weight of loss. A weight that is death like. And just a knowing on my end of who it is.
Yep. Thats most of my story. I'll journal more if I start to remembering the early days to now. Or about the ghosts I've met in my dreams might be interesting.