The Tomato Man On a lighter note - A paranormal story ... June 2006 The Dancing Lady 2001? Short & Sweet The Tomato Man Spirit Rescue is what many psychics attempt when they suggest to lostsouls that they move into the 'Light'. There are two categories ofnon-living humans that I interact with - Spirits, who come back to visitfamily, friends and familiar places, and those who do not leave the planetwhen they die. To differentiate between the two I call the first Spirits andthe second ghosts - so perhaps that should read Ghost Rescue, but spiritsounds nicer. :-) I love to investigate the site of a haunting, but once the lost souls see methey have a habit of following me around until I start paying attention tothem. One memorable evening I forgot I had connected to one and he gotrather frustrated by that. Here's the story. We have a supermarket here in town called Woolworths. You go downstairs toget into it, and its vaguely dungeonish in energy. I was in a tearing hurryaround dinner time and dashed into the place, to be stopped in my tracks bya floating tomato. It rose gently up from the stack of vegetables, movedright about a foot and joined another of its like on the floor (withoutbreaking). I tuned into area as the third tomato started lifting off and ina stern voice suggested that the 'man' put the tomato back on the stack. Hedid not agree and that tomato quickly joined its friends on the floor. Atthis point I was amazed that no one else seemed to be seeing the floatingtomatoes - that is when I looked around and realised that most people weretoo focused on leaving quickly - the usual evening rush. The ghost had got to his fifth tomato by now, so I suggested he 'come withme' and I picked up the tomatoes, got my groceries and headed for home ..and promptly forgot he was there. That was about 6.00pm. At 2.00am I was abruptly woken by a woman yelling in my face 'I died aquarter of an hour ago'. As you can imagine, going from fast asleep to wideawake with a ghost leaning over you is an energetic experience. My solarplexus chakra was going wild and I came awake gasping for air. I quicklychecked whether I knew the woman, then what era she was from (late 19thcentury to go by her clothing) and sorted her out and sent her Home. Then Itried to settle myself back down again - calm down, chill out and snuggleinto warm bedclothes again (you get very cold with this work). I was lying on my back in the middle of my double bed with my knees pulledup and just getting comfortable when I felt a very strong TAP on my rightknee. Then another. Then another. They got faster. My first thought wasa bird - illogical. The second was to wonder whether one of the cats was inmy room, but the door was closed. Then I remembered the tomato man - andthere he was trying to get my distracted attention. Poor babe. He had beenso patient. There are various degrees of how lost a ghost might feel, or think itself.I spent 20 minutes talking with this man about where he thought he was andwhen, and then I got him Home as well. After that I warmed up rapidly anddrifted back to sleep. I said a silent prayer to my guardian angels for nomore 'visitors' that night and slept just fine. BTW, the first ghost, the lady, had visited my mother before she came to me.My mother complained about it the next day, before I told her about my'visitors'. :-) She leaves the rescue work to me. (Can you imagine thescene - my half asleep mother waving vaguely in the direction of my roomsaying - "no, no, darling, my daughter is over there. :-) LOL) On a lighter note - A paranormal story ... June 2006 I was in England for a holiday until 5 weeks ago. During that time I wentto visit York Minster, a huge and very elaborate cathedral in that town.During my time looking around the inside I collected two spirits. The firstwas a little french girl who either called herself Cocette, or said she wasone .. I believe it means 'little girl' in French. She was easy to sendHome. The other lady I collected was a different matter. She was an 18thcentury milkmaid by her clothing. She followed me out of the building, intothe car, to my lodgings for the night, and then to the castle calledAlynwick which I visted the next day. She wasn't a bother, she justwouldn't go Home. When I got to the castle I went into the 'sitting room' that was open to thepublic. When I stepped through the doorway I had a huge sense offamiliarity .. 'I' had obviously been there before. ... but ... I know thatI had never been in this lifetime, nor in any others that I remember .. Iwas just observing this fact to myself when I realised my attached spiritwas looking around the room over my shoulder. She seemed utterly delightedto be back. There was a living lady minding the room, which was quite full of tourists,and so I went up and quietly asked her if there were any ghosts in thiscastle. Her answer ... "Not that I have heard of, but an American touristrecently said he saw the ghost of a milkmaid at the bottom of the castlewall. She was walking along saying 'I don't blame anyone ....''. So Itold her about the lady. I think the American man collected our milkmaid and took her to YorkMinster, and I bought her home. She did not come with me when I moved on. The Dancing Lady 2001? One day at my office I was reading a book in the quiet time, when I glancedup and saw a face looking around the doorway. The way the head showed, theperson had to be lying on her side, about 4 feet from the floor. Inaturally assumed she was a ghost for two reasons, one she was slightlytransparent, and 2 there was nothing for her to lie on at that level on theother side of the doorway. Does that paragraph sound like I am grinning? Believe me I laughed. Shehad a lovely smile on her thin long face. I told her quietly 'rescue circleis tonight' .. she answered. I don't need rescuing. I am completely happy.I shrugged. She vanished. That night she came to the circle and danced .. and danced .. and danced ..and danced. She couldn't stop dancing, poor babe. There were eight of us inthe Circle that night, quite a large number. We got her to stop dancing,which was a feat in itself, and then asked why she was 'visiting'. She toldus of her life, a little anyway, that she had been a great ballet dancer ..who was still famous and trouping around the world. We told her she wasdead. She argued. Rescue is the daftest thing you can do at times. It sometimes feelscompletely silly, and other times is the hardest work you can do, andoccasionally leads to headaches from hell. There were two of us that could see her most clearly. Myself and G,a beautiful lady we call the 'fire lady' because of her tremendous energy.The group discussed what we could do for her, then visualized a stage, withother dancers, the audience, etc and invited the lady to her final show.She obliged most willingly, making us all grin (all eight people, you could feelher enthusiasm). She went on stage, did a beautiful dance, and then ...coming from stage right ... a huge sheppard's hook appeared, grabbed heraround the middle and 'whipped' her away gently. G and I laughed ourheads off. We had to explain it to the others, but it was the lightest andloveliest part of an otherwise very heavy evening. That's one of the reasons why I love rescue work. Short & Sweet May 2004 I had an interesting experience this morning (it's 8.00pmish here onthursday), a spook came into my bedroom and touched my face. It woke me up,upset my kitten Isobel, who was sleeping by the pillow, and, as usual, mademe feel a bit cold. Izzy sat up and stared intently at the visitor and whenI asked it to back away she then sat back on her hindquarters, lifted herfront paws up and stretched her neck to see over my hip (I had my back tothe spook) and then watched it walk towards the door. I was watching her.I have another cat, Meg, who also watches the spooks. Always fun. Back to the Ghosts Index Home Ghost Stories 7 |