I never liked the word “ ghost ” as far as I was concerned they were “ friends .” I remember when I was 2 years old I would stay up during my afternoon naps to dance with these two ghosts . They were two young women: Ballet dancers. I knew my mother couldn’t see them because on the few occasions that she caught me dancing rather than sleeping she said: “Time for a nap and enough with the fooling around.” If I would tell her about my friends she would give me a stern look and add: “OK. Enough with the games. No lying. I expect you to go down for a nap.” I knew really early on in life that I understood these presences differently than others. There was no use in arguing because people who couldn’t see saw my experiences as lies; attention getting; or emotional manipulation. There was a certain ambiguity in my life because I was brought Catholic and when it came to Religion believing in Spirit wasn’t such a long stretch. When I was old enough to challenge people with...
Stories about shamanic experiences.