A few nights ago I was hanging out in my living room catching up with the DVR after the day’s duties were complete, when I felt a presence enter the room. The only information I picked up right away was that it was male. He quickly approached me and latched on. Like I said, the day’s duties were done and I was not into putting energy into helping him move on right now, so I employed the ignoring technique I have become so good at over the years.
I watched a little more television before heading upstairs to my husband in his office. When I entered the room, presence still hanging on, my husband made the I-smell-something-horrible face and asked what the smell was. I didn’t smell anything, especially not anything strong enough to warrant that kind of expression, so I asked what it smelled like.
His reply was quickly, “Vinegar.”
Shortly followed by, “And poop.” (OK, that was slightly censored).
I still didn’t smell it, but thought it may have something to do with my siamese twin I had recently acquired. I told him I’d see what I could do about taking care of it.
Sure enough, he tells me, when I left the room, so did the smell. And yes, I did have him smell me to make sure I wasn’t the source of the stench!
I proceeded downstairs and managed to send him on his way.
I guess that’s one way to get attention when being ignored!
When I returned upstairs a bit later, I was glad to see I was not greeted by the disgusted face as the previous time.
Problem solved.
Warning to all stinky ghosts: My kids and my pets do a darn fine job of stinking this place up as it is, so don’t bring your stench to my place unless you’re ready to move on…now.
I have a good friend I found floating in Lake Monroe Florida at the mouth of the St. Johns River. Don’t worry she didn’t stink anymore, nye on 135 years of cleansing… this period of idle time allowed quite a storehouse of energy to build up in reserve for her. Her manifestations were pristine and clear even to crowds of people on the first day we met. She soon turned down the power because she felt like her privacy was violated. She had grown accustomed to being nothing more than a gentle whisp in the wind floating across the waters.
Many talks and many months later we had a conversation about how she performed the process of appearing to have physical form and substance when she desired to. Like I figured she didn’t really understand it, she just said she eats from the tree. I had a big swig of beer and tried to think of another question that could help her explain more to me – then I belched.. She giggled out loud at the belch and I asked why it made her laugh. She explained whenever she consumed energy from the tree and used it to perform something physical she had waste, she had to expel the waste energy in whatever form that was. And it often raised a pretty good oder for any 3D being around her.
You know the impression I was left with and I was hysterical laughing. You mean you fart? …. I asked painfully squeezing the words out..
Apparently we are not completely free from physical functions even on the other side. After detailed conversations about this (and much laughter) it appears many things are the same – there is a light bill that has to be paid if you use too much energy, and there are many rules that must be strictly followed if as this entity you wish to continue your excursions and contacts. The waste belongs to the universe and so it shall be returned, no matter what form you use here or there. “Render unto Caesar..”
Oh, my dear friend, Sheepy…I so love your stories! Thanks for sharing!