Almost everyone knows my favorite place is

Paris.  I love the architecture, walking on streets where Van Gogh or Monet once walked, the history and the restaurants.  The people have always been kind to me, even though I don’t speak French.  When you travel you’ll find people are the same all over the world.  A few bad apples do not mean the French hate Americans.My favorite place to stay, is the Hotel Aubusson, which is located across the street from the Louvre and down the street from Notre Dame. 

On one of my many excursions to

Paris, I traveled with a wonderful friend.  This friend, although encouraging, doesn’t want to know what’s out there.  Unfortunately for her, when you’re with me it’s not that easy for others to shut it out.  Poor thing, her rose colored glasses are cracking all the time.

One rainy afternoon, we walked around the streets looking for a restaurant so we could get some lunch.  A small restaurant with the right ambience and a good selection on the menu crossed our path.  My friend doesn’t speak French either, so it was trial and error.  Good thing we love food and the wine helps us to forget anything bad, lol.

While we were talking waiting for our lunch, a very tall (six feet plus) older gentelman with white hair, walked in and was seated about two tables behind us.  For some reason we thought he might have been German.  

I almost forgot to tell you, the restaurant was empty until we and the gentleman.  

When the German guy sat down, I told my friend that he had a spirit attached to him.  A young man in his twenties.  I started to get out of my seat to go speak with the guy and told my friend what I was doing.  This is perfectly normal for me to do, so I didn’t think about us being in a different country, in a strange restaurant, talking to a complete stranger.

My friend grabbed my arm and asked me not to speak with the guy.  Remember, if you don’t acknowledge spirits, then they don’t exist.  Poor, poor friend.  I respected her feelings and didn’t tell him.

The food was served and we talked the afternoon away.  When the waitress came back to pick up the dishes, she found that I didn’t eat very much.  I only eat until I’m full.  It could be two bites or the whole thing.  Here’s the conversation that took place:

“You no like food?”

“No, I love the food.  I just wasn’t hungry.”

“Are you sure? You don’t like?”

“Yes, it was wonderful.  Thank you.”  Waitress leaves with our plates.

“If you weren’t talking so much, maybe you would have eaten the food.”

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Well, guess what.  When the waitress walked away we heard a man’s voice in a very clear American accent say, we were talking too much.

The disembodied voice was heard right beside my friend.  She repeated to me what was said.  I could see the German guy behind her.  He never even looked our way and was staring at the far wall.  It wasn’t him.

Now my friend is freaking out, because not only did she hear the spirit, it sat by her.  Poor, poor friend.  I laughed and thought it was funny.  I guess that twenty something guy wanted to say hi. 

We soon left the restaurant and had an uneventful night (at least the only spirit we had was in a wine bottle).

It seemed my workshop about writing about paranormal experiences has started a few conversations.  Recently I spoke with two other authors about their sensitivity in seeing spirits.  I find 3 out 5 people I speak with, see ghosts.

But they either don’t talk about it and try very hard not to see anything.  I asked why?  They said, it’s simple…unadulterated fear.  I’ve been there and understand the fear.  I’ve experienced the fear.  But I’ve also learned that you have CONTROL over anything spritiual–human, non-human, demonic—–EVERYTHING!

 In the beginning I didn’t know how to protect myself, so I couldn’t control when and what I saw.  I slept with lights on, night lights on, had my bed against the wall so only one side was exposed and avoided mirrors (almongst other things). 

With time, I figured out how to recognize the energy signatures of different beings.  I can feel evil, negative, bad, good, positive, loving, etc. energy.  This gives me the ability to figure out the right level of protection for what I’m doing.

Here are some ways you can protect yourself.  Remember, no such thing as absolutes.  This is what works for me.  You need to figure out what works for you and it could be any combination of many things. 

Start by picturing a white light (think about a flashlight beam) coming from GOD and going through your head.  It fills up the inside of your body from your head to your toes.  Think about this white light protecting the outside of your body as well.  You’re in a giant white bubble of protection that no entity can break through.  Trust in this.

 In addition, if you picture energy the color of mercury (silver) covering over the white light, then negative energy can bounce off of you.   I use this when I have to be in a stressful situation.

 Next is the chant or prayer of protection, which you would use with the white light of protection.

For any religion - prayers are extremely strong.  If this feels good for you, please use this. 

 For me, I say the following chant as I picture the white light protecting me:

I invoke the light of God within me

I am a clear and perfect channel

Light is my guide

Here is another chant that many use:

The light of God surrounds me,

The love of God enfolds me,

The power of God watched over me,

Wherever I am, God is

……….it could end with either …And all is well ..or..  So be it

 

Always know your guides, angels and God are with you.  If you feel something or see anything you can do the following:

 

• I command you to leave.

• I command you to leave and leave me (or this house) in peace

• If you’re not in the service of the light, the one infinite creator I call God, I command you to leave

I use the white light and chant over myself, my house, pets, friends and family.  Anything I feel needs a little extra protection.  Whatever you use it’s okay.  It’s about your confidence and always know you have control over anything that goes bump in the night.  If you need anything please don’t hesitate to send me an email.   

 

Please don’t fear what’s out there!!!!!  You’re a powerful being!!!!!!

I really enjoyed myself at the Chocolate Affaire event.  Even though it was only held on Friday and Saturday (it’s usually 3 days) we still had a lot of readers come by and enjoy the workshops or buy our books.  The best part is when Cerreta’s candy people came by and gave us chocolate covered strawberries and chocolate of every kind–Sinful :)).

Special thanks to CJ Hollanbach - a Romance model - who had a long line of women, girls and believe it or not men who wanted autographs, pictures and to touch his hair (amongst other things).  He was a great sport and a truly nice guy.

 I stayed at the Gas Light Inn in downtown Glendale.  When you walk in the place it has an old 1920’s feel and architecture.  Although the owners said the place was empty when they bought it, they’ve done a great job with the restoration.   Every Friday and Saturday, they have jazz playing to a packed house.  If I closed my eyes, I could envision an old speak easy with the mob at special tables, a back room and a singer’s voice touching each soul.

 My room was decorated with Victorian lace and pictures of women in gardens with lots of flowers, the Amethyst room had a beautiful large 4 poster bed and chaise lounge all in dark amethyst fabric, other rooms had cozy country french designs.  The long narrow wood stairway to the second floor (no elevator) leads past some more rooms and then to a terrace - great view.

 Now to the best part of my stay.  The owners were friendly, nice and awesome people.  The Inn itself is absolutely full of spirits (my opinion - the owners won’t acknowledge nor deny it) and I had a couple of experiences.  The first spirital experience was on Friday night.

During the night, I felt something in the room and woke up.  I saw a thing that showed itself as a cat at first and then changed into a dark grey cloud.  It moved from one side of the room to my side of the bed and psychically hit me in the chest.  I threw up my protections fast as I certainly wasn’t expecting an attack.  Then a few hours later, I heard my roommate walk about the room.  Her ankles creak when she walks so I thought it was her.  Then I heard her breathing next to me.  That was a moment.

I protected myself very heavily on Saturday, so no experiences.  Then on Sunday, I was getting a glass of wine (surprising - not).  They had a great selection of wine and desserts - yummy.  I was positioned in front of the bar and the stairway was behind me.  I saw out of the corner of my eye someone standing on the top of the landing. I turned around and looked up, expecting to watch someone descend the steps.  Hmmm…nothing.  I continued to see the shadow (spirit) walk around at the top of the steps.  It felt like they couldn’t come down from the top - bound somehow. 

I would definitely go back to the Inn for the jazz, the ambiance and the spirits.

My workshop on how to use ghosts and paranormal experiences in your writing was received fantastically.  The audience asked questions and were really engaged.  I had a request to speak at an ASU creative writing group.  In addition, after getting my aura picture done, I spoke with Dave (a medium) at the Astrology Store (a local metaphysical store).  He thought my workshop would be great for his store and I can’t wait. 

Now I have to catch up on my writing, blogs, loops, email and all the other stuff.  Have a great day!!!!