Ancestral Guidance and Genealogy:
I believe that I receive ancestral guidance in my genealogical research.  I have received contacts and documents from 'out of the blue' ... a photo of a great-great grandmother or grandfather, a special letter that gives an intimate insight into their past, or a relic of importance.


Ghostly Visions from My Life Experience:

Uncle George's House:

I saw a few ghosts when I was a child.  We lived in my great-uncle's house, and I thought the shadow people lived inside the walls.  As a girl of two or three, I watched a shadowy figure bend over my night stand take my necklace.  Mother never found it.  I woke one night to see a shining, winged figure standing over my bed with his hand raised in a blessing gesture.  I believe he was there to protect me. The remembrance of that image has kept me hope for a supernatural reality alive.

The Hollywood Apartment Building:
I had significant experiences in an old apartment building in Hollywood.  My husband was the property manager while he attended Woodbury University.  I saw a black dachshund run past my feet  several times, and we had a lot of trouble with lost items that would later materialize where we had looked for them before.  Apartment keys, kept on hooks on a numbered board, disappeared periodically and then be there when you looked later. 

A watch that I placed on a ledge over the sink while I washed the dishes was gone when I reached for it to put it back on.  The sink hole was about 1 1/2 inch with a strainer in it...didn't go down there!  My sister and I were joking about the latest prank of the poltergeist while in the presence of a tenant of the building. He looked shocked, and he said, "You know what happened there, right?"   The previous tenant in that apartment was an elderly woman who had died  and was not found for two weeks.  No one had told us this before we moved in.  Perhaps she was the previous manager and was used to taking the keys to various rooms...although she probably didn't need them!



The Smiling Ghost

  In San Bernardino, California, my youngest son came down the stairs to inform me that as he was lying in bed, the apparition of a disembodied, smiling face loomed close to him and then disappeared through the wall.   Years later, I bought a book writen my a local Cahuilla  medicine woman, and discovered that  this spirit is familiar to the Native Americans in this area for many years.