Embracing the Spirits: True Stories of My Encounters With the Other Side by Barbara Parks Page A
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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and told
me about the strange goings-on. She asked if I would be will-
ing to visit her new workplace, to ascertain whether their
suspicions that The Heritage was haunted were correct. We arranged to conduct an on-site investigation the following
Thursday evening.
There were to be five of us in attendance; Hayley and
Rose, my friends; Kelly and Karen, (who would record the
night’s events on infrared camera) and myself.
Armed with my trusty pendulum and pedestal table, we
arrived at the Heritage Hotel a little after eight o’clock. I picked up on several presences as soon as I walked through the front
door. It felt as though I was being followed into each room as Hayley took me on a tour of the building. As stylish as the new fit-out was, I had the distinct feeling that the ghosts were less than impressed. The new look office space bore little resemblance to the hotel rooms they had once been.
After touring the operating theatres and consulting rooms,
we made our way back to the reception area. It was as we
passed the imposing main staircase that I caught a glimpse of
a small, fleeting figure. It dashed down the stairs in a matter of seconds, pausing briefly on the landing. Camera in hand, I took a quick snap. I was pleased to see a beautiful, bright orb exactly where the figure had been.
I showed the photo to Hayley and Rose, explaining that
orbs are manifestations of spirit energy. I told them that each time I saw a spirit I’d try to capture the presence in a photograph, as verification of what I was seeing. The ladies excitedly told me that if I wanted to photograph orbs we had better go down to the basement. As far as they could tell, it seemed
to be the focus of the haunting. They told me that whoever
The Heritage Hotel 59
went down there reported feeling distinctly uneasy from the
moment they set foot in its musty darkness.
We navigated our way down the steep outdoor staircase, as
we made our way to the basement. Rose unlocked the heavy
wooden door and stepped back to allow us in; the dense atmo-
sphere of ghostly presences immediately apparent.
“Hello …” I said into the darkness. “Would anyone like to
come out and say Hi?”
I took a photograph which revealed absolutely nothing;
surprising since I was sure that the basement was swarming
with ghosts.
Just then, I saw the familiar little figure from upstairs dart into a small anteroom, and walked over to the doorway to
take a look.
“Don’t be scared darling,” I said. “We just want to make
sure that you’re OK.”
I took a photo of the doorway of the small room, and
was rewarded with the same glowing orb I’d captured on the
upstairs landing.
“Lovely!” I said, thanking the little soul for appearing. “But I do know there are many more of you down here. Now’s
your chance to make yourselves known to us.”
I encouraged the ghosts to come out from where they were
hiding, telling them we would love it if they’d appear in our photos. It didn’t take much persuasion for the basement ghosts to comply, and before long before we had camera full of amazing photographs. The orbs seemed to be everywhere!
So from the first photo which showed absolutely nothing,
we went on to capture photo after photo of literally dozens of beautiful orbs. The atmosphere suddenly began to feel joyous;
we could palpably feel the presence of spirits.
60 The Heritage Hotel
Our little spirit friend from upstairs followed us to the basement
“This is where they used to store the kegs of beer, you know,”
laughed Rose. “I think they might be down here partying!”
I entirely agreed, as the vibe in the basement was one of
merriment and joy. I also suspected that since the basement
was the only part of the hotel which hadn’t been renovated,
the spirits were gravitating to the place which remained as it had been when they were alive.
Wishing to develop more of a rapport with the hotel’s spir-
its, I asked if I could have
me about the strange goings-on. She asked if I would be will-
ing to visit her new workplace, to ascertain whether their
suspicions that The Heritage was haunted were correct. We arranged to conduct an on-site investigation the following
Thursday evening.
There were to be five of us in attendance; Hayley and
Rose, my friends; Kelly and Karen, (who would record the
night’s events on infrared camera) and myself.
Armed with my trusty pendulum and pedestal table, we
arrived at the Heritage Hotel a little after eight o’clock. I picked up on several presences as soon as I walked through the front
door. It felt as though I was being followed into each room as Hayley took me on a tour of the building. As stylish as the new fit-out was, I had the distinct feeling that the ghosts were less than impressed. The new look office space bore little resemblance to the hotel rooms they had once been.
After touring the operating theatres and consulting rooms,
we made our way back to the reception area. It was as we
passed the imposing main staircase that I caught a glimpse of
a small, fleeting figure. It dashed down the stairs in a matter of seconds, pausing briefly on the landing. Camera in hand, I took a quick snap. I was pleased to see a beautiful, bright orb exactly where the figure had been.
I showed the photo to Hayley and Rose, explaining that
orbs are manifestations of spirit energy. I told them that each time I saw a spirit I’d try to capture the presence in a photograph, as verification of what I was seeing. The ladies excitedly told me that if I wanted to photograph orbs we had better go down to the basement. As far as they could tell, it seemed
to be the focus of the haunting. They told me that whoever
The Heritage Hotel 59
went down there reported feeling distinctly uneasy from the
moment they set foot in its musty darkness.
We navigated our way down the steep outdoor staircase, as
we made our way to the basement. Rose unlocked the heavy
wooden door and stepped back to allow us in; the dense atmo-
sphere of ghostly presences immediately apparent.
“Hello …” I said into the darkness. “Would anyone like to
come out and say Hi?”
I took a photograph which revealed absolutely nothing;
surprising since I was sure that the basement was swarming
with ghosts.
Just then, I saw the familiar little figure from upstairs dart into a small anteroom, and walked over to the doorway to
take a look.
“Don’t be scared darling,” I said. “We just want to make
sure that you’re OK.”
I took a photo of the doorway of the small room, and
was rewarded with the same glowing orb I’d captured on the
upstairs landing.
“Lovely!” I said, thanking the little soul for appearing. “But I do know there are many more of you down here. Now’s
your chance to make yourselves known to us.”
I encouraged the ghosts to come out from where they were
hiding, telling them we would love it if they’d appear in our photos. It didn’t take much persuasion for the basement ghosts to comply, and before long before we had camera full of amazing photographs. The orbs seemed to be everywhere!
So from the first photo which showed absolutely nothing,
we went on to capture photo after photo of literally dozens of beautiful orbs. The atmosphere suddenly began to feel joyous;
we could palpably feel the presence of spirits.
60 The Heritage Hotel
Our little spirit friend from upstairs followed us to the basement
“This is where they used to store the kegs of beer, you know,”
laughed Rose. “I think they might be down here partying!”
I entirely agreed, as the vibe in the basement was one of
merriment and joy. I also suspected that since the basement
was the only part of the hotel which hadn’t been renovated,
the spirits were gravitating to the place which remained as it had been when they were alive.
Wishing to develop more of a rapport with the hotel’s spir-
its, I asked if I could have
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