“Debi!”
I heard my grandmother call me clearly. “Debi, come over here.”
The next thing I knew, I was standing beside my body, which was sleeping
in bed. I looked across my room and saw my grandmother standing in
an open space, with two males on either side of her. “Nana,
what are you doing here?” I asked, not totally certain just
exactly where ‘here’ was. I was living in Seattle at the
time, but my grandmother was in a nursing home in Connecticut. I knew
I was in my bedroom, but the open space was not a place I recognized.
“Deborah Jane, come see me.” We continued talking back
and forth like this for a while until she simply said, “I love
you, Debi.” Then I realized I was out of my body, proved it
to myself by putting my arm through the wall, got scared and woke-up.
In the morning my mother called with some ‘sad’ news.
“Let me guess,” I said, “Nana passed away last night.”
“How the hell did you know that?” was all my mom could
say. I explained how Nana had been visiting me all night to say good-bye.
A few years later I was looking through old family photos and recognized
one of the males I had seen my grandmother with as she made her transition;
he was her brother. In a psychic reading I was told both males were
acting as her guides to help her step over to the other side.
Seeing ghosts was not an uncommon event for me throughout my life.
Growing up in New England, it was rather accepted as the “norm”.
I lived in a two family farmhouse; we occupied the bottom floor and
Grammy and Grandpa D. lived in the second floor apartment. When they
passed away, we all knew they were still upstairs. We’d hear
Grammy’s rocking chair squeaking at the exact hour she used
to listen to the soaps on TV. We’d hear the bed springs creak
at the hours they would go to bed and get up in the morning. Sometimes
we would hear the sound of Grammy’s cane thumping on our living
room ceiling. We used to have a party line and if the call were for
us, Grammy would thump on her floor to let us know to pick up the
phone. One night we heard this sound and my mother actually answered
the phone, forgetting the house was empty upstairs!
For a period of ten years I had recurring dreams about Grammy. She
was always trying to tell me something but I never knew what. One
night my brother called saying he and his friends had actually seen
Grammy standing in her bedroom window. He described to me the dress
she was wearing the day she died. As he was only four when she passed
away, there was no way he could have known what she was wearing when
I found her dead. It so happened I was getting a psychic reading that
night and asked about her. The readers said Grammy had been contacting
me for years because on a spirit level, I had an agreement to help
her. She was a stuck spirit, still living in her house. She didn’t
fully realize she was no longer in her physical body. Now she was
ready to take her next step in growth as a spirit, so contacted my
brother, who then called me. The psychic readers sent two spirit guides
down to help her leave the house. The next time I went home I went
to the house and knew she was gone.
While in college I moved into a newly renovated house. Every night
an elderly woman sitting at the end of my bed waked me. She seemed
harmless enough, but I was beginning to get annoyed. Finally I asked
her what she wanted. She said she was lonely and missed her family,
then let me know I was sleeping in her sewing room. Again, I had a
psychic reading and explained what was happening. The readers tuned
in to the spirit of the woman and said she was stuck because her life
had ended abruptly. They also taught me that the easiest way for a
spirit to get a healing was to simply say, “Hello, I see you,
I know that you are there.” The next night I said hello to her
spirit, and asked her not to return because I needed my rest. I also
asked my landlord about the history of the house. He said there had
been a murder in one of the upstairs rooms several years earlier.
This validated my reading – but I moved anyways!
Why does a spirit get stuck? You have a physical body and you have
an energy body called the astral body. When you sleep at night, you
move out of your physical body and into your astral form so you can
travel around the astral planes. You remember these travels as dreams.
If an individual has never been taught they are a spirit, they live
their life believing to be the body. When the body “dies”,
they step into their astral form; yet it looks just like their physical
shell, so many times they don’t even know they are physically
dead. They talk to people and can’t understand why everyone
is ignoring them! They are stuck, thinking they are still living a
normal life.
Seeing a ghost is seeing a stuck spirit. There’s nothing to
be afraid of, and all you need to do to help that spirit get a healing
is to say “Hello. I see you.” A little validation goes
a long way! Hello!
Debi Livingston is a Board Certified Hypnotist and Instructor
with the National Guild of Hypnotists, and is chapter leader of the
award winning Northern California Chapter of the NGH. She is director
of ISHI School of Hypnosis Training in Berkeley, CA.
For more info visit www.hypnotraining.org
