The Entity Messenger

From: Trish King-Cody (ccody@comp.uark.edu)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Fayetteville Ar, Baldwin area
Source: Form Submission

I would like to begin by issuing an invitation for any comments or similar experiences. I am always glad to answer questions about my topic and I look forward to getting some feedback via e-mail reach me at: ccody@comp.uark.edu

My correspondence with the other side began when I was seven or eight years old. Since this first incident I have learned that it is common to develop or ,if you will, realize this ability at a young age. I am ,like many other "blessed" individuals, the youngest in the family as well. I was playing with my Barbie dolls in the later stages of dusk, when the shadows grow to their maximum size. I have a funny gift of psychic abilities that enables me to sense things others do not. I sensed that some other person was in the immediate area, even though I knew that my parents were a quarter mile away at the chicken houses and my sister was out riding one of her horses. I looked behind me and thought I saw a face in the front window.

I still to this day, at age 23, don't know why I did what I did next. I gathered up all my dolls and started for the house to investigate the face in the window. I had no fear, but the feeling that I was not alone still lingered. When I opened the door, I had-or should have had- a clear view down the hall into mine and my sister's bedroom that included a look out the south side of the house. What I encountered instead was a tall figure in pre-civil war attire. I could not see any facial features, only the shape. I became very frightened and dropped everything and ran, not bothering to close the door, all the way up to get my parents. They were concerned drove back to the house to check it out. Nothing was out of the ordinary except the door was wide open and my dolls were scattered in the entrance.

The kicker to this story is this: The figure I encountered was dressed in period clothes from the Jesse James days. I deduced he was a rail worker from the tatter- ed and worn hat on his head and the scuffed boots on his feet.

About seven years after this encounter occured I was reading up on the history of the land our house was on. I found out that a railroad actually used to run through my bedroom as well as the entire south end of the house. The place where that figure stood was outside of the bedrooms in the hall where another hall intersected. To him I guess he was looking for something he might have lost on the job or maybe someone who had gotten killed on the job. The way he saw it he was beside the railroad, not on it. I was fascin- ated to learn this stunning fact so long after the incident occured. That was proof to me that I didn't imagine him -- I had encountered the first of many entities.

I have been and I guess always will be the only "gifted" one in my family. All my grandparents have came back to give messages to certain people from beyond the tomb. Like I said before, sixteen years have passed since that stranger opened up a total new world for me and I still am receiving signs and signals. I will recount in a compact form all my encounters.

1. I have witnessed a chair rock by itself and was not in the least frightened. It was my step-grandmother, again I later learned that she used to sit and watch me play as a small child from that chair. I was reading a book across the room when she visited me. Old habits die hard???

2. I was as close to my maternal grandmother as I was to my own mom. I was awakened by a feeling of not being alone when all of a sudden for a full 4-5 seconds I could smell nothing but her all around me. I didn't get to say good-bye to her so she came back to say it.

3. I had two consecutive dreams in which the second took up where the first left off. The first dream was of waking up and finding my grandpa in the kitchen. He died of Alzheimer's Disease and I was the only person he could remember at the end. The first dream I told him to go away and that he was dead, he cried then was gone. In the second dream, he was still crying and reaching out to me and I hug- ged him and said to go to granny and be at peace. I told him that we all loved him and that he had suffered enough, only then did he go.

4. I have recently had several (3-4) dreams where I had a conversation with a classmate friend of mine who passed on in a terrible car wreck his senior year. In every dream he tells me to tell his family that he is ok and that he is with his grandparents and is at peace. I haven't acted on this dream yet. I don't know his parents at all but I do know his brother but haven't spoken to him in several (9) years or longer. I don't know what to do. Help me and give some feedback in this delimma.

5. My husband's grandmother died a very terrible death. She had Liver cancer and she was in a coma and being cared for by the hospice program in Cape Girardeau, MO. I believe that her soul passed through me when she went. I have never felt that feeling again yet. I think it was the most spiritual thing that has ever happened to me as of yet.

6. I have been begged for help from a voice that seemed to come from nowhere. The only words were spoken in a very frantic manner "HELP ME!!!"

7. I have seen things move that absolutely can not move that direction when operating normally. This item in quest- ion is a "music box" which is a basket of kittens that play music and rotate their heads.

8. I saw a building close to my family get struck by lightning and catch fire at the exact moment it happened. Big deal, right?? My sister woke up at the same exact mom- ent and asked me if I saw what she saw. Spooky stuff huh.

Editor: you may split this "manuscript" in two or more parts if you see fit. This is all my info. Please contact me if you would like "the rest of the story" on anything mentioned. (ccody@comp.uark.edu) Hope to hear from somebody soon...