Embracing the Spirits: True Stories of My Encounters With the Other Side by Barbara Parks
Authors: Barbara Parks
Tags: supernatural, Body; Mind & Spirit, on vacation, personal journey of gradually accepting and embracing the clairvoyant gifts that allow her to see spirits. She shares dramatic and heartwarming stories of interacting with spirits who turn up everywhere: at home, Traumatized by vicious poltergeist attacks that lasted five years, she receives a miraculous visit from him. This joyous experience marks her first step toward healing—and opening up to spirit world.In the Presence of Spirits chronicles Barbara’s uplifting, Barbara Parks never imagined that her deep-rooted fear of ghosts would disappear. A momentous turning point occurs when, still mourning the sudden death of a beloved friend, these amazing true tales are convincing reminders that our loved ones are never far away., and accompanying her patients. From the departed uncle that protects Barbara’s young children from grave injury to the child spirits who bring comfort to their parents
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his devastated family were in shock, as Robert
had been devoted to the gym and appeared to be in the best
of health. I expect that Robert was similarly shocked to find himself suddenly dead, as I strongly felt his presence and knew that he was still around.
It is at night that I’m at my most receptive, as the children
are in bed and the house is quiet and still. On the night in ques-Robert 55
tion, Stuart was downstairs quietly watching TV, and I ven-
tured upstairs, determined to allow Robert to make contact.
I got into bed and turned out the lights. I fought the urge
to pull the sheets over my head, knowing that to the spirits this would be interpreted as “go away!”
As I lay in the darkness concentrating on my breathing, I
suddenly felt a weight on the bed beside me, and a hand fall
gently onto my leg. I kept telling myself to breath, to relax, that I owed it to Robert to allow him to make contact. I
couldn’t still my internal dialogue, and kept telling myself
there was no need to be frightened and that I was very lucky
to be experiencing this visit. After all, how scary could Rob-
ert be? The energy he gave off was a little sad and imploring, but his intrinsic loveliness was also shining through. He wasn’t even remotely frightening, and any niggling fears were quickly quelled by his positive, gentle energy.
“Is that you Robert?” I asked.
Almost immediately, I felt pressure on either side of my
head, as though someone was pressing a thumb in each tem-
ple. After a few moments, the pressure on each side alter-
nated, it was firm but by not unpleasant, and felt distinctly
as though someone was giving me a head massage! At first I
found myself over-analysing what was happening Did Robert try to alleviate his headache before he died this way? Is he just trying to draw attention to my head to identify himself? What if it’s not Robert at all, and I’m just experiencing some kind of surge in psychic energy?
I forced myself to stop the internal chatter, and allowed
myself to relax into the experience. It really felt as though I was being massaged, the thumb pressure could not feel any
56 Robert
more solid or real. It lasted for almost ten minutes, unfaltering in both its strength and rhythm for the entire duration.
By the time it stopped, I felt extremely relaxed, and con-
gratulated myself on not bailing on a wonderful experience.
It showed me what I had known all along, there is nothing
to fear from the spirit world. Why should someone suddenly
become scary just because they had shed their earthly shells?
The fear is so unwarranted.
I felt the weight lift off the end of the bed and in its wake I was left with a sense of happiness and progress. I ran downstairs to relay the experience to Stuart, but not before thanking Robert for the lovely massage, and for helping me further conquer the barrier of fear.
chapter eight
T h e H e r i t a g e H o t e l
It’s long been known that old hotels are often hives of para-
normal activity. Those who have passed through their doors
in days gone by are sometimes loathe to leave their favou-
rite watering holes. Ghosts are believed to linger in places to which they have strong emotional attachments; whether they
be borne from happy memories or painful ones.
Rose is a cosmetic dentist, who bought the Heritage Hotel to convert into consulting rooms. Built in the 1920’s, it is an elegant example of Art Deco architecture, and boasts over 800
square meters of floor space. Although it required extensive
remodelling, Rose knew it would be perfect for her new clinic.
The first inkling that The Heritage may have been haunted began during renovations. First one, then several of the con-tractors, refused to work in the building alone. They spoke of strange noises, a sense of being watched and most unsettling
of all, the sensation of someone blowing in their ears.
57
58 The Heritage Hotel
My sister-in-law, Hayley is one of Rose’s nurses,
had been devoted to the gym and appeared to be in the best
of health. I expect that Robert was similarly shocked to find himself suddenly dead, as I strongly felt his presence and knew that he was still around.
It is at night that I’m at my most receptive, as the children
are in bed and the house is quiet and still. On the night in ques-Robert 55
tion, Stuart was downstairs quietly watching TV, and I ven-
tured upstairs, determined to allow Robert to make contact.
I got into bed and turned out the lights. I fought the urge
to pull the sheets over my head, knowing that to the spirits this would be interpreted as “go away!”
As I lay in the darkness concentrating on my breathing, I
suddenly felt a weight on the bed beside me, and a hand fall
gently onto my leg. I kept telling myself to breath, to relax, that I owed it to Robert to allow him to make contact. I
couldn’t still my internal dialogue, and kept telling myself
there was no need to be frightened and that I was very lucky
to be experiencing this visit. After all, how scary could Rob-
ert be? The energy he gave off was a little sad and imploring, but his intrinsic loveliness was also shining through. He wasn’t even remotely frightening, and any niggling fears were quickly quelled by his positive, gentle energy.
“Is that you Robert?” I asked.
Almost immediately, I felt pressure on either side of my
head, as though someone was pressing a thumb in each tem-
ple. After a few moments, the pressure on each side alter-
nated, it was firm but by not unpleasant, and felt distinctly
as though someone was giving me a head massage! At first I
found myself over-analysing what was happening Did Robert try to alleviate his headache before he died this way? Is he just trying to draw attention to my head to identify himself? What if it’s not Robert at all, and I’m just experiencing some kind of surge in psychic energy?
I forced myself to stop the internal chatter, and allowed
myself to relax into the experience. It really felt as though I was being massaged, the thumb pressure could not feel any
56 Robert
more solid or real. It lasted for almost ten minutes, unfaltering in both its strength and rhythm for the entire duration.
By the time it stopped, I felt extremely relaxed, and con-
gratulated myself on not bailing on a wonderful experience.
It showed me what I had known all along, there is nothing
to fear from the spirit world. Why should someone suddenly
become scary just because they had shed their earthly shells?
The fear is so unwarranted.
I felt the weight lift off the end of the bed and in its wake I was left with a sense of happiness and progress. I ran downstairs to relay the experience to Stuart, but not before thanking Robert for the lovely massage, and for helping me further conquer the barrier of fear.
chapter eight
T h e H e r i t a g e H o t e l
It’s long been known that old hotels are often hives of para-
normal activity. Those who have passed through their doors
in days gone by are sometimes loathe to leave their favou-
rite watering holes. Ghosts are believed to linger in places to which they have strong emotional attachments; whether they
be borne from happy memories or painful ones.
Rose is a cosmetic dentist, who bought the Heritage Hotel to convert into consulting rooms. Built in the 1920’s, it is an elegant example of Art Deco architecture, and boasts over 800
square meters of floor space. Although it required extensive
remodelling, Rose knew it would be perfect for her new clinic.
The first inkling that The Heritage may have been haunted began during renovations. First one, then several of the con-tractors, refused to work in the building alone. They spoke of strange noises, a sense of being watched and most unsettling
of all, the sensation of someone blowing in their ears.
57
58 The Heritage Hotel
My sister-in-law, Hayley is one of Rose’s nurses,
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