Spirits Connect with Us in More Ways Than you Can Imagine

Spirits Connect with Us in More Ways Than you Can Imagine

It was only until I began having validations that I was able to determine that spirits connect with us. They make it known that they are there. They work through electrical components, turning them on and off, televisions that turn on without a remote control in the vicinity, finding dimes and pennies and locating significant songs for us listen to on the radio while driving.
When my grandmother’s apartment was cleared out in Manhattan shortly after she crossed over, My family closed the door for the final time and proceeded to return home. While driving that evening, a car drove by with the numbers 814 on their license plate. This was her apartment number. Shortly after, I went to the bank to get a safe deposit box. I wanted to gift my daughter with a bond given to me and turned it over to her from her great grandmother. The only vault at the bank that was available was box number 814. I stared in astonishment and knew my grandmother was happy that I acknowledged her. Can you think of some of the ways your loved ones who have crossed over have connected with you?

Year’s back, I was going through some difficult times in my life and I went to visit my dad on a cold rainy day. I stood by his grave and asked him to show me a sign that he was there. As the tears fled onto my cheeks and I sat on the wet grass, a care keeper asked me if I were okay. I replied, “yes” he let me be alone to continue to spend my time with my dad. When my visit was over, I returned to my car, saddened, but I turned around and there approximately five gravestones away from my dad’s stone, stood my dad in a physical form. It felt as though it was a dream, but to my surprise it was not. He dressed in a plaid suit with his face as clear as could be and thick black hair. His ectoplasm released and as quickly as he appeared he disappeared. It felt as though dad were standing there for at least five minutes. It was as though he were confirming that he heard me and I was surprised because usually I see the thickening of the air, but my dad had allowed his ectoplasm to allow me to physically view him. Since I was nine years old when he crossed, my mom confirmed that indeed the plaid suit he wore was his favorite.

Spirits of our loved ones and spirits of ghosts connect with us in many ways.
Ghosts are not bad souls, just souls that are stuck. It was over twenty years ago when I ventured into my friend’s home in Douglaston New York. Sarah asked me if I were able to feel anything in a particular room upstairs. I entered the room and I felt as though I did not belong there. I opened the closet door and was physically forced backward and preceded to be pushed out the door of the room. I know it was a spirit who attempted to frighten me, but I also knew this spirit or ghost was not able to move on. I felt it was the presence of a male and he did not want anyone in this room, but wanted his privacy. Sarah had done some research at the library and learned that there was a soldier that was killed at war, who loved his family and grew up in this home.This explained why Sarah awoke and would see a soldier in her room on occasion looking down at Sarah when she awoke. These spirits are stuck and are in between worlds. There are people like ghost busters who specifically work with these spirits to enable them move onward to the other side.

My first year of college I went to a small school in Haverhill Ma. There were several stories about people who committed suicide at Bradford College. One freshman girl, who attended the college shortly after Shirley Temple was there, had hung herself above my room. I lived on “Red Carpet” in Academy Hall. It was late that Halloween evening, when a group of friends decided to visit my roommate and me. We spoke about the Tupelo Bridge that always felt spooky when we walked over it. Not that it was foggy but that there was a strange unexplained feeling that each one of us felt usually at night. We spoke about the library where we all spent much time studying and recalled when books would just fall off of the shelves. Shortly after we spoke about Ghosts, the light in my room turned off and we heard strange sounds from the vacant room upstairs. At this point we decided to throw my blanket over our heads and curl up together on my twin-sized bed. It was clear to me that there was something but something that made me feel uncomfortable. That evening a senior whose room was directly across from my room began to scream. Jackie was spooked since her light went out and when she went to open the door her doorknob came off of the door and when she went to use her phone it was silent. The lights eventually went on in my room and about two hours later in Jackie’s room.

Years later I wrote for “Pearson Allyn and Bacon” a publishing company in Boston Ma. The gentleman that I worked with told me all about Bradford College and told me they brought ghost evaluators into the college and it was written up that Bradford College was haunted. It did not surprise me any but I soon learned that the school was closed and was made into another college. I had transferred to a University in New York, but always remembered my first year at Bradford College in Haverhill Ma. Although I had fond memories of Bradford College,
I recall asking my mother, “Why did you send me to a haunted school?”
There are spirits in hospitals that are not ready to cross over and try to latch on to people in the physical. It is not something you want. It is something that needs to be protected within you.
There are other spirits that are aggressive and demand attention. The spirits that I work with are those who have crossed over and are eager to reach their loved ones. Yes, some have those who have committed suicide and others were killed in accidents but I do not center my work on ghosts. They are spirits that need specific guidance in moving toward their next destination, acceptance and peace.

Originally posted December 21, 2011


  1. Sob*

  2. My great grandma edie died about 4 or 5 years ago (it’s hard to believe its been that long) well I’m gonna save you the big son story of how her last words to me were ,” I love you with buckets and buckets and love.” I was 7 or 8 at the time, now I’m 13. Well anyways about a year ago my mom had to get her license plate renewed. So she got it and after a few minutes of looking at it, she said,” Timmy! Grandma’s giving us a sign!” We’ve been hoping for a sign ever since she passed. I said , “how?!” The license plate read EWB 1937. If you break it down, it’s Edie was born 1937. And she was born in 1937! We saw that as our big sign. I don’t know if this could be considered a sign or not, but out of nowhere I just started loving Carly Simon, and I really never knew anything about her, and I don’t know for sure if my grandma liked Carly simon, but I assumed since Carly Simon’s “old school” that it was a sign from my Grandma.

  3. hello nancy i was wondering whether you could possibly connecting with my brother whos last moments were diabolical and if you could find out if hes at peace or if hes stuck where he passed or the plae it happend????

  4. my grandmother passed last april, three weeks after i had my baby boy. the night she died i walked out into the dark and threw my tears begged for a sign…send butterflies. She raised me, and was more like my mother. The day after we buried her, my husband was doing yardwork and called for me indoors that there were tons of butterflies outside. There was my sign! Never a day passed after that where one by one each butterfly passed around our hme and into the back. Very strange but it was her way of letting me know she was ok. One butterfly stayed in our yard the entire summer, It was black and blue, her fave color. The last time i saw it on my deck door trying to come in. Another day i had my son on the bed and like an idiot turned my back and he fell onto the carpet. He was fine, bujt i went out into the yard and my husband said the butterfly was trying to fly into the garage. Like trying to come in to see if he the baby was fine! There were many signs i got from her, things I cannot explain, and after I was done grieving they stopped. Almost as if she was holding my hand the entire time.

  5. I remember standing beside my mother’s bed in hospital when she was in coma during her final hours. I asked within silently, “Where is your consciousness now?” The television set on the wall opposite the foot of her bed suddenly came on. Across the bottom of the screen were the words “The dance of death.” As I watched I discovered it was the Harlem Dance Troupe (sp?) doing a wonderfully expressive of death reaching out…a person reaching toward repeatedly and the retreating repeatedly…the back and forth beckoning from death and so on. It was an amazing answer to my question to my mother.–bss

    • Kay Van Hoesen

      Wow, Barbara, that gave me chills. What an amazing experience for you. Thanks for sharing.

    • Incredible! No Coincidences!

      • Nancy Meryl

        Those who cross over try to communicate with us through electrical components. They are able to do this as soon as they cross. Interesting but, they also communicate through songs and words. Some have been able to hear words and that is a study that has been proven in London on tape.



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