I once again feel compelled to share another story with y’all.
It must have been around the late 1970’ and some very good friends of mine rented an old farmhouse. Being a single girl I had my faithful
companion, a small mutt that looked like a Jack Russell terrier. She went everywhere with me-work, parties, even rode in a milk crate on the back of
my Kawasaki 650.
We spent several evenings and nights at my friends farmhouse. It was very country, and very isolated. It was such a pleasant place to hang out and
had a fantastically comfortable aura.
We soon noticed there was the recurring smell of delicious food cooking. Being young and ‘believers’, we would joke that ‘she’ was cooking
Sometimes we would hear footsteps going upstairs. Being young and brave, sensitive to the good vibes, we would simply comment on how good dinner
smelled or that they were going to bed, etc.
One day I went there and although the truck was not there I knocked on the door thinking maybe one of them was home.
No one answered the door, so as I went to leave I looked back at the house to see a woman looking at me through the second story window with the
curtain pulled back. As I looked, she let go of the curtain. I clearly saw a woman and I clearly saw the curtain fall. I was actually a bit
peeved, thinking my girlfriend just didn’t want my company that evening. But I left.
The next day being the single party pest that I was, I stopped by their place after work. I was very welcome like always, but had to ask them why
Karen would not let me in yesterday. They both swore they were both gone when I came over.
And after I told my story, we simply agreed it was ‘her’.
We never felt anything negative, nor did we ever threaten whatever was there. We just accepted it, welcomed it and enjoyed it.
We kind of took ‘her’ for granted. She was there first, after all.
I spent many nights there. Too much alcohol usually. One night I fell asleep (passed out) in the guest room bed with a lit cigarette. Back then it
should have been the kiss of death, nothing was fireproof. I woke up the next morning with a little burn hole in the sheets and mattress, and
wondered why it went out. I still believe and thank her for saving me that night from myself.
Another night me and my little dog were again spending the night. This night we slept on the couch. Just as I was falling off to sleep my dog’s
low growl got my attention. She was looking towards the kitchen. I sat up and could clearly hear footsteps coming our way. The footsteps came from
the kitchen, through the dining room and into the family room where we were. The most attention grabbing thing was my dog who was on the couch with
me. There was enough moonlight coming through the open windows that I could see everything in the room. I could not see anything, but I could clearly
hear the footsteps. My dog actually followed the footsteps with her eyes and head, growling softly the whole time. It was obvious she could see it
but I could only hear it. I froze, my hair standing on end. The footsteps continued through my room, past the couch, into the hall and then on up
the stairs. My dog then settled down and eventually I did too, but it was most definitely one of the most obvious encounters I have ever had with the
The farmhouse was demolished and the farm sold to make a subdivided neighborhood in the mid 1980’s. A house was built close to where the old
farmhouse was. The terrain was rearranged. There is now a pond where the barn was. I often wonder if she is still there. If I could stand where
the farmhouse was, would I feel her? Smell her? It makes me very sad her house is gone.
inspired me to print this.
Just because the material building is gone does it ever change in the spiritual world? Why wouldn't the building remain to them?