Embracing the Spirits: True Stories of My Encounters With the Other Side by Barbara Parks Page B
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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a photo taken with them. Kelly and I stood with our backs to where we could feel the most activity
and asked them to step forward into the photo.
“And …” I joked, “I want whoever likes me the most to
come and stand next to me so I can put my arm around you!”
I extended my arm as if there was someone beside me, and
Hayley took the shot.
When we saw the orbs beside me, we couldn’t help laugh-
ing. It seemed I had two ghostly admirers . One had positioned itself on my extended arm, and the other was sitting just
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beneath the fur collar of my coat. There were also at least a
dozen more orbs floating around beside us, eager to show them-
selves. It really felt as though we were partying with friends.
With arm outstretched to embrace the spirits, I am pictured with my friend, Kelly (and my new friends from the basement!)
We opened the door to a storeroom, which housed a pair
of striking throne-like chairs. Although they were falling apart with age, they were still breathtaking. Their beautifully carved golden frames were upholstered with striped gold and white
velvet.
“Wow!” I said. “Who wants to come and pose in these
chairs?”
It seems there were quite a few takers, as when I snapped
the photo, the chairs were surrounded by glowing orbs. Again,
we began to laugh. It really felt as though we were hanging
out with a group of eager-to-please friends.
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Eager to please, the spirits gather around the old chairs.
A moment later I saw a large ball of light zip across the
basement. It flew right in front of us and then seemed to disappear through the wall. Most amazing of all was the fact that Kelly saw it too. She was thrilled to have experienced her first ghostly sighting, and by seeing the light with her naked eye, it validated our orb photos all the more.
Meanwhile Karen’s infrared camera was of course going
berserk, as it captured a dazzling display of darting, iridescent spirit energy. We were totally surrounded!
After half an hour or so, we decided to return upstairs to
conduct a séance. We invited our new friends to join us if they wanted to connect with us further.
Since the new clinic was yet to be furnished, we scoured
the storerooms for makeshift chairs. Finding an esky and some
large boxes, we proceeded to seat ourselves around the table.
In no time at all, the little child who had been following
us around took the opportunity to come through. Although
she seemed a little guarded at first, she became increasingly
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bolstered as the communication went on. Since she had con-
nected with me from the moment I arrived, it seemed she had
assumed the role of spokesperson for the rest of the hotel’s ghosts.
In addition to putting on an impressive display of table-tip-
ping, our young friend was also a wonderful communicator.
She held nothing back, answering our questions with candour
and aplomb.
She told us that her name was Mary and that she had been
in the hotel for more than seventy years. Many of her fam-
ily and friends were there also, so she had no desire to leave.
When asked how many of them there were, Mary responded
that there were ninety five people in the basement, most of whom were hanging around for the beer! It was obvious that
we hadn’t imagined the party atmosphere, the bowels of the
building were well and truly buzzing.
When Rose asked Mary if she thought the renovations
were pretty, she responded with an emphatic no; she had preferred the hotel as it had been in the 1920’s. Mary also con-
fessed to blowing in the workmen’s ears, but rather than trying to scare them, she had only been trying to get their attention.
We asked Mary if she and her friends would like help to
move on, but the young ghost assured us that they were all
more than happy. I suggested that perhaps we could at least
show them the way to the light, so that they could consider
crossing over when
and asked them to step forward into the photo.
“And …” I joked, “I want whoever likes me the most to
come and stand next to me so I can put my arm around you!”
I extended my arm as if there was someone beside me, and
Hayley took the shot.
When we saw the orbs beside me, we couldn’t help laugh-
ing. It seemed I had two ghostly admirers . One had positioned itself on my extended arm, and the other was sitting just
The Heritage Hotel 61
beneath the fur collar of my coat. There were also at least a
dozen more orbs floating around beside us, eager to show them-
selves. It really felt as though we were partying with friends.
With arm outstretched to embrace the spirits, I am pictured with my friend, Kelly (and my new friends from the basement!)
We opened the door to a storeroom, which housed a pair
of striking throne-like chairs. Although they were falling apart with age, they were still breathtaking. Their beautifully carved golden frames were upholstered with striped gold and white
velvet.
“Wow!” I said. “Who wants to come and pose in these
chairs?”
It seems there were quite a few takers, as when I snapped
the photo, the chairs were surrounded by glowing orbs. Again,
we began to laugh. It really felt as though we were hanging
out with a group of eager-to-please friends.
62 The Heritage Hotel
Eager to please, the spirits gather around the old chairs.
A moment later I saw a large ball of light zip across the
basement. It flew right in front of us and then seemed to disappear through the wall. Most amazing of all was the fact that Kelly saw it too. She was thrilled to have experienced her first ghostly sighting, and by seeing the light with her naked eye, it validated our orb photos all the more.
Meanwhile Karen’s infrared camera was of course going
berserk, as it captured a dazzling display of darting, iridescent spirit energy. We were totally surrounded!
After half an hour or so, we decided to return upstairs to
conduct a séance. We invited our new friends to join us if they wanted to connect with us further.
Since the new clinic was yet to be furnished, we scoured
the storerooms for makeshift chairs. Finding an esky and some
large boxes, we proceeded to seat ourselves around the table.
In no time at all, the little child who had been following
us around took the opportunity to come through. Although
she seemed a little guarded at first, she became increasingly
The Heritage Hotel 63
bolstered as the communication went on. Since she had con-
nected with me from the moment I arrived, it seemed she had
assumed the role of spokesperson for the rest of the hotel’s ghosts.
In addition to putting on an impressive display of table-tip-
ping, our young friend was also a wonderful communicator.
She held nothing back, answering our questions with candour
and aplomb.
She told us that her name was Mary and that she had been
in the hotel for more than seventy years. Many of her fam-
ily and friends were there also, so she had no desire to leave.
When asked how many of them there were, Mary responded
that there were ninety five people in the basement, most of whom were hanging around for the beer! It was obvious that
we hadn’t imagined the party atmosphere, the bowels of the
building were well and truly buzzing.
When Rose asked Mary if she thought the renovations
were pretty, she responded with an emphatic no; she had preferred the hotel as it had been in the 1920’s. Mary also con-
fessed to blowing in the workmen’s ears, but rather than trying to scare them, she had only been trying to get their attention.
We asked Mary if she and her friends would like help to
move on, but the young ghost assured us that they were all
more than happy. I suggested that perhaps we could at least
show them the way to the light, so that they could consider
crossing over when
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