Woo Woo

By Pauline Evanosky

Do you know the hype out there about people being fascinated with haunted houses and ghosts? I don’t generally dwell upon things like that. I have talked to ghosts occasionally, and I can tell you they sound different than the spirit guides and folk on the other side I usually speak to.

For one thing, they don’t talk a whole lot. Also, they tend to repeat themselves. Sometimes, insistently. Also, sometimes, there is a rush of emotion that I sense involved.

As a psychic, I hear things like, “My house. My house. My house!” According to the tenants, there was a ghost haunting an old house in Alameda, California. I went to investigate, and it was on the grand staircase going up to the second story that for every step I took on three stair treads, I heard, “My House!” three times. Fast. Emphatic. Almost angry. I don’t believe there was anything I could do with that particular investigation. I was almost too intimidated.

Another time, I went to the home of a friend of ours, a fellow writer who had just had a baby. There were all sorts of things going bump in the night. There were odd noises that were unsettling, things were being shifted in the house and banging in the air ducts. The people had gotten exterminators in, had inspections, and found nothing.

Nobody felt too terribly frightened; they just weren’t able to get a good night’s sleep. There was also some concern about their newborn child. In this instance, there was a spirit who introduced himself to me as Captain Jack and others who were buried in a Native American burial ground next to the house. What I understood was that they had a concern about the care the newborn baby was getting. I did not sense any of the Native American spirits, but I spoke with Captain Jack, who appeared to be the spokesperson, or should I say, spokes-spook.

As a psychic, I can hear somebody laughing.

Anyway, I assured Captain Jack that although the parents were first-time parents and didn’t exactly have a whole lot of experience with babies, they did love their child. I assured him that they would learn and would be good parents.

Captain Jack told me in no uncertain terms that the spirits were there to stay in the house and in their graveyard. Nobody was going anywhere. I told him I understood and that I would tell the parents that all was well, but the ghosts were not leaving.

The next day, I got a call from our friend, who told me that morning she smelled an overwhelming scent of roses in the front of the house. We figured that meant everything was okay. And it was. Eventually, my friend and her husband and child relocated due to their jobs changing, but there were no more noises in the middle of the night.

What I think now is that in the reasonable speaking of Captain Jack, I might have been speaking with a spirit, much as I would have been speaking any other day. Why I did not hear from the ghosts was a little odd but understandable. I don’t think ghosts particularly like to talk to people. And, as I said before, my experience with them has been spotty and generally abrupt.

Recently, I had an interesting experience of hearing from a lady who had been buried in an old cemetery in the southern United States. My husband and I were watching the show on YouTube in our house in California. In the video, the presenter in Georgia said he wasn’t sure why there were both headstones and footstones at many of the gravesites. We were not watching a live show. It had been recorded sometime earlier.

That’s when the lady spoke and told me the footstones were to “Keep them from wandering.” I could not see her either in my mind’s eye or on the video, but what I sensed was a frail, elderly black woman. I remember that her dress was sort of crackly, like it was her best dress, and had been saved especially for her burial. I don’t know for sure, but that was what I sensed. I think that was the first time I’d ever heard a ghost speak from a video. That actually makes sense because I’ve sometimes “sensed” things from pictures taken of earlier times. Not all of them. Just some.

My objection to ghost hunters and programs of that nature is the fear factor. If I had to deal with fear in my experiences as a psychic communicating with ghosts or as a psychic talking to Folk in Spirit, I would not like it. I would have to make a choice as to whether I was going to continue with all of this, which, I have a feeling would be rather difficult. In point of fact, I don’t think I can cut those ties. So, I have insisted from the beginning that all of my contacts with Spirit be polite and peaceful. Those are the rules. I will not tolerate anything other than that. And luckily, that has been the case for me all these years, which at the time of this writing is 31 years.

Was it me? Was it my insistence on everybody being polite? It sounds silly. It really does, even to me, and yet, that has been my experience. No bad stuff in. No bad stuff out.

Do you want to talk to Roy Rogers? He just asked. I think that was to provide a bit of levity.

I don’t tell everyone in my experience of the things I sense in a psychic manner. If it is a close friend or if the person I am speaking to is particularly upset about something, I might say something. I never want to cause fear. Many times, it is when they are grieving, and the person they are missing comes quickly to our conversation. In circumstances like that I might say something.

Spirit is not all that far away for any of us. Relax and say your piece to have peace. Just say, “I love you,” to whoever it is you are missing. This also includes your animals who have passed.

And, again, if you’ve never heard me say it, beings are at peace once they have passed. At least the ones who I speak to regularly are. The ones who are ghosts? I can’t say. I believe they are on a different level. At least, that’s what I am thinking. I also think they are not at all bothered by it. They are as content where they are as we are.

I am not an expert in anything, but I know a little bit about some stuff. My experiences, for the most part, have not been frightening. At the beginning of anything, there might always be a bit of trepidation, like the first time I ever fried up chicken livers. I swore we were never going to do that again. But there were other instances of weird bread that I kept experimenting with. I can say I bake a mean loaf of bread these days, but it took a few years.

Trying to discern the differences between ghosts and Spirits has taken a good many years for me, too. I guess I could say that ghosts are stuck, though they might not feel stuck at all. Spirit is not stuck anywhere. We all have choices to make. Maybe we do that too after we have passed on.

Thanks for reading.
Pauline Evanosky