Imagine my surprise when I entered my home and saw a man
standing there.
My first instinct was to call the police, but I realized
that in my current condition, I probably would not be heard.
I didn’t even know if I could actually use a phone as a
spirit.
I resorted to my second instinct and that was to pull
out my wand.
With my wand in hand I turned quickly and faced
him. “Leave my house now!” I yelled; only there was no sound. I mean, I could hear what I remembered as
being my voice, but internally. There
was no external sound.
Robert did not react.
He showed no indication that he had heard me, or even seen me.
I waved my wand and recited a short incantation, but didn’t get the reaction that
I expected.
Instead, the spell seemed to backfire. My whole form recoiled as if I had received a
mighty blow, but he was not affected in any way.
I reached a sad conclusion…I had lost my powers when I
lost my life. I could no longer count on
my spells to get me through.
I stood there helpless, while he never moved.
When he did move, he walked right by me, so closely that
I believe that his right arm actually went through me…only I felt nothing. I stood there like displaced air, with no
matter…no physical form to help me manipulate the environment around me.
I didn’t get it.
I remembered eating that morning…grabbing a plate and placing food on
it. But did it really happen? Had I only
imagined showering, watering my plants, using my broom…talking to Janet.
Was eating, showering and talking only a part of what I
remembered doing when I was alive?
I moved closer to him; angered. This man was making himself comfortable in my
home and there was nothing I could do about it.
He didn’t even seem aware that I was there.
I slowly swarmed around him; willing him to respond to
my presence.
Suddenly he stood, coming as close to me as
possible. Yet he never looked my
way. To him, I was nothing…I did not
exist.
I recalled my conversation with Helen and realized that
this man was a non-believer…a skeptic.
He did not respond to me, because he did not believe that ghosts even
existed.
I stood there like a young toddler, frustrated and
unable to communicate it. I felt on the
verge of a tantrum.
With my full concentration, I directed my anger toward
him hoping that he could feel the emotion behind it. “Leave my house! This is my house…” I said.
No reaction from the man. The feelings were
overwhelming. I wanted to hit something,
I wanted to scream…maybe even throw something, but I could do none of it.
To make matters worst, he turned and walked away;
leaving me there.
I stood there…rejected, disregarded, seething in
anger…and Robert never noticed any of it.
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