From my Civil War Blog page today
If you are reading this blog, then you might have read my book, “The Returning Ones, A Medium’s Memoirs.” It chronicles the first years of living in a historic Gettysburg farmhouse.
As the years and seasons pass, ghostly hellos echo through the walls of my home.
Not shouts, thankfully, I chose a home with benevolent energy. Believe me, there are some in town that possess a darkness in their beams.
But little hellos, things moving, things misplaced, malfunctions of electronic and battery devices. Just hellos from time to time saying, “We are still here, don’t forget us.”
Just this past week, a toilet seat was the messenger. I put the seat down; I went back in the house, the seat was up. Maybe a soldier needed to use it. Who know why they choose the objects they do to make us shake our heads, make us stare in puzzlement? A…
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