Casper

Casper, the Friendly Ghost? Not All of Them

By Ladyhawk

Over the years I have become increasingly disgusted about movies dealing with the spiritual world. Eighty percent of the time, they make the movie in a way that portrays all spirits as monsters which, in my years of experience, I can tell you just isn't true.

However, just as in the world of the living we have good, bad and terribly bad people (ex. Hitler was a living monster at one point and time), so it is in the realm of spirits.

I have heard people say that spirits cannot harm the living physically. When I hear this, I think that the person saying it has been very lucky, or they don't know what they are talking about. I hope for their sake that they stay lucky.

I have not written this to frighten anyone, but to inform and possibly be of help.

When I was 17, I was married and busy running a Collie show kennel. I arose at six in the morning one day to get an early start. We were having a dinner party the next evening with some Collie breeders, so I not only had to have the house shipshape, but the kennel also had to be spotless and my 14 Collies all brushed out. It was a long day.

Late in the afternoon I thought I would lie down and take a short nap before starting dinner. I stretched out on the bed and it felt so good that, in just a short time, I was almost out.

It was then that I sense a presence with me. It was very slowly and gently trying to slip into my body. Talk about a wake up call! At first I was so startled that I didn't do anything. Then, it was as if something inside of me woke up and said, "FIGHT!" I really don't know how to describe what happened next. It was as if I took a powerful mental fist and knocked it out of me.

I sat there shaking from head to toe. Nothing like that had ever happened before and I hadn't known it could. After a few days, life went back to normal.

About five years later I became pregnant with my first child. I was exhausted all the time. I would fall asleep anytime and anywhere. One afternoon I had lain down on the couch for a much needed nap. I was out like a light. I began slowly awakening because I could feel hands caressing my body - all over my body and it felt pretty good. Then I remembered that my husband was at work and I was alone. Well, I guess I wasn't alone - I had uninvited company!

The spirit had its hand on my breast when I grabbed it. To my shock, it was a man's arm and just as solid as a living man's arm and hand. I could even feel the muscles. My first instinct was to fight just like I would if a rapist attacked me.

I tried to sit up, but that arm pushed me back down onto the couch. This really p***** me off. It wasn't enough that he had awakened me from my nap when I was so whipped, but he had to be a pervert on top of it! Apparently this spirit didn't know that you don't wake up a pregnant woman and hope to get by with it!

While my fingers were digging into his arm, I wrapped my other arm around his back and held him as tight as I could. Now it was him who was struggling to get free. I could feel panic set in, but it wasn't coming from me. As I was holding him, a thought came into my mind. If he had a body solid enough to hold on to, then maybe I could hurt him.

I approximated where his crotch would be and brought up my knee with as much force as I could muster. Apparently I connected because suddenly dead weight (no pun intended) collapsed on me, then he was gone.

"You like me now you S.O.B.? Hey, come back. We'll play some more games. Better yet, why don't you go back to Hell where you belong!"

All was quiet again for two years. Then I became pregnant with my son. It was like the first pregnancy. I was exhausted and cranky most of the time. Plus, I had the added burden of worrying about the pervert spirit coming back , so I had my guard up most of the time. However, I found that I couldn't go without sleep 24/7.

One night, I was sitting watching the tube and waiting for my husband to come home, but I nodded off. This time I awoke with a jolt. I was being attacked again, only this time was different. The spirit had gotten partially inside my body. It knew it and I knew it. I guess it was instinct for me to fight for my body and for my unborn son. I knew if it won, I would be shoved out of my body and it would take it.

While I wrestled with the spirit, doing my best to push him out of my body, I kept wondering what would happen to my son. I knew I needed help because I was losing! I knew by this time that I had Guides and spirit friends with me at all times. It was they that I turned to for help.

The vile spirit inside of me was laughing. I know it was only seconds, but it seemed like forever. My fight and my anger were near the end. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. My desperation was becoming bottomless. Suddenly, I felt a great powerful, gentle force like I had never felt before come around me. I could also sense it was angry.

I felt the strangest sensation in my body. It was like an icy hand reached inside and jerked that wretched spirit out of me. I collapsed onto the couch, opened my eyes, but had to squint because, there, standing in front of me, was a being of light. He wore what appeared to be a type of chain mail that glistened like polished gold. He held a sword in one hand and in the other, he held a human like form that was dark as though formed from shadows. The being of light shook it by the neck like a dog with a rat. This light being spoke to it in some language that I did not know. Then, he flung it and it went right through the wall!

He turned to face me. I started shaking and got down on my knees (no easy feat for a seven month pregant woman). He spoke to me telepathically.

A few nights later, I couldn't sleep. So much was running through my mind. I managed to sit on the ground. I was thinking that sooner or later I was going to end up in a padded cell being fed applesauce. I quietly started crying. Then, a beautiful voice spoke to me as clear as a bell. It was filled with love and compassion.

I said a heartfelt thank you. I felt so at peace. I sat there, so quiet and still. It was then that I knew whom the light being was. It was Michael as in Arch Angel. Years later, Michael would come to help me again.

That last attack was 27 years ago. As I said, years later in another battle, I would call on Michael and he would come and save me. Why, I don't know, but I am grateful that he did.