I hadn't written about this at the time because when it had originally occurred Mom had just passed away. I didn't want to tell others that Aern was still living in the basement even after trying to send him to Heaven (Jinns live for 1000 years at a time) - until I learned about the Jinn I had assumed that Aern was just a former Human who died and couldn't get to Heaven for some reason.
The day was Sunday January 10 2010.
Both my Dad and young sister were in the middle of that lab-engineered stomach flu that was making its rounds. Dad was sick and was laying down on the sofa, and sister was laying down in her room.
One of them vomited and so I put the item into the washing machine.
After stepping off the last step to reach the basement, from partly opened doorway that leads to the laundry room/furnace room, I stopped in my tracks because I could see this hat peeping out from the door. I knew it was Aern because I know his soul/energy signature... This was his second appearance after we prayed for him on November 8 2009.
So he was kind of wanting to show that he was still living in the basement, and that he was still near our dimension, but also was still a tad angry at me and also fearful of me after the prayer.
Anyways, my third eye had still been very much active a week after Mom died.
Showing posts with label Jinn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jinn. Show all posts
7.05.2011
Aern the Jinn taps me on shoulder
Sunday July 3rd 2011 I was coming back upstairs after I got something. I felt a medium-force tap on the right part of my upper back in the back hallway.
I didn't see anything behind me that I could have bumped into, and it did feel like an index finger.
It must have been none other than Aern the Jinn, who was just letting me know he was nearby.
He did not speak to me, nor did I see him this time round.
It looks like he's forgiven me for trying to send him to Heaven on November 8 2009.
I didn't see anything behind me that I could have bumped into, and it did feel like an index finger.
It must have been none other than Aern the Jinn, who was just letting me know he was nearby.
He did not speak to me, nor did I see him this time round.
It looks like he's forgiven me for trying to send him to Heaven on November 8 2009.
9.27.2010
My experience with Jinn/Genies
My experience with a couple of Jinn (genies) that I have come in contact with since 1976 - the can shape-shift into anything they want - a 3' x 6' daguerreotype (photo), a blue coloured elephant teddy bear, a cribbage game piece, a spinning glass bottle of Coke, a shadow (hat) man, little kids. The two Jinn I know (Aern and Pete) are friendly and have NEVER harmed me in any way. They don't seem to have a surname like us humans do.
I used to be frightened of Aern when I was 10 years old because I was not informed (or I forgot from previous lifetimes) about them, but I have learned to not fear him.
When he became a spinning glass Coke bottle in July 2010 I believe he did that to tell me to watch my blood sugars as I was drinking 3 cans of pop in a day, but I haven't done that since then.
When Aern became a daguerreotype, he was trying to show me what his family looks like.
I am not sure what Pete (who is younger than Aern) was trying to do when he appeared as a cute blue elephant teddy bear in my bedroom on Palm Sunday 2010, but perhaps he wanted me to give one as a gift to my nephew, which I did.
My friend Wally and his brother, who are in their 60s, when they were growing up, saw a Jinn (appearing as a shadow person/hat man) in their washroom across from their bedroom. He would sit on their toilet. The washroom had no door and they wanted their Dad to install one. Because he didn't see the genie the two boys saw, the Dad couldn't understand why the request. They also had sleep paralysis for 5 years. No name for this Jinn.
Another friend of mine, B*, sees a shadow man, at his workplace during the night where he works. He hasn't found out the name of this Jinn.
A couple of weeks back I went downstairs at my Dad's home (Mom passed away Jan. 2010) to sleep on the sofa there, and while I did not see/hear Aern, I ack'd him by saying "Hi Aern". Five to 10 mins. later .... Boom, crash! All three of us (Dad, sister, and myself) heard it coming from the back of the laundry room. I had been trying to call Aern since Spring and this was his acknowledgment that he was present. I was just too tired to communicate that day.
See also:
Wikipedia - Djinn/Genie
IslamAwareness.com - The World of Jinn
Psychic-Experiences.com - Different Types of Shadow People
GhostlyTalk.com - Shadow People and 'hat man'
I used to be frightened of Aern when I was 10 years old because I was not informed (or I forgot from previous lifetimes) about them, but I have learned to not fear him.
When he became a spinning glass Coke bottle in July 2010 I believe he did that to tell me to watch my blood sugars as I was drinking 3 cans of pop in a day, but I haven't done that since then.
When Aern became a daguerreotype, he was trying to show me what his family looks like.
I am not sure what Pete (who is younger than Aern) was trying to do when he appeared as a cute blue elephant teddy bear in my bedroom on Palm Sunday 2010, but perhaps he wanted me to give one as a gift to my nephew, which I did.
My friend Wally and his brother, who are in their 60s, when they were growing up, saw a Jinn (appearing as a shadow person/hat man) in their washroom across from their bedroom. He would sit on their toilet. The washroom had no door and they wanted their Dad to install one. Because he didn't see the genie the two boys saw, the Dad couldn't understand why the request. They also had sleep paralysis for 5 years. No name for this Jinn.
Another friend of mine, B*, sees a shadow man, at his workplace during the night where he works. He hasn't found out the name of this Jinn.
A couple of weeks back I went downstairs at my Dad's home (Mom passed away Jan. 2010) to sleep on the sofa there, and while I did not see/hear Aern, I ack'd him by saying "Hi Aern". Five to 10 mins. later .... Boom, crash! All three of us (Dad, sister, and myself) heard it coming from the back of the laundry room. I had been trying to call Aern since Spring and this was his acknowledgment that he was present. I was just too tired to communicate that day.
See also:
Wikipedia - Djinn/Genie
IslamAwareness.com - The World of Jinn
Psychic-Experiences.com - Different Types of Shadow People
GhostlyTalk.com - Shadow People and 'hat man'
9.12.2010
Thing That Goes Bump ... In the Daytime
So I was visiting my Dad and sister Pat Saturday. We were watching tv for a bit, then I got tired and cold. Sister and dog were on one sofa, while Dad was on the other. It was around 4.30 / 5 p.m.
I headed for the basement, and said a hello to Aern (the Jinn) whom I did not see or hear from, and lay on the sofa and covered myself with a comforter.
A few minutes later, I hear this loud thud coming from the workbench, which is at the back of the laundry room south side of house, I'm on the north side. I fell asleep.
About an hour later I wake up and walk back upstairs. Sister asks me if I heard any loud bang, and said that Dad had heard it too and had gone downstairs (while I was sleeping) to check it out. Everything looked in place. Sister says it sounded like a bowling ball falling down. We have no bowling balls in the house, so it must have been something else.
I think that Aern (the Jinn) was trying to tell me he wanted to get my attention so he could communicate with me, but this time I was much too tired to talk with him.
As it gets darker and darker, earlier on in the day, I'm sure that I might see or feel his presence more and more in the next months until about February when it gets lighter outside.
I headed for the basement, and said a hello to Aern (the Jinn) whom I did not see or hear from, and lay on the sofa and covered myself with a comforter.
A few minutes later, I hear this loud thud coming from the workbench, which is at the back of the laundry room south side of house, I'm on the north side. I fell asleep.
About an hour later I wake up and walk back upstairs. Sister asks me if I heard any loud bang, and said that Dad had heard it too and had gone downstairs (while I was sleeping) to check it out. Everything looked in place. Sister says it sounded like a bowling ball falling down. We have no bowling balls in the house, so it must have been something else.
I think that Aern (the Jinn) was trying to tell me he wanted to get my attention so he could communicate with me, but this time I was much too tired to talk with him.
As it gets darker and darker, earlier on in the day, I'm sure that I might see or feel his presence more and more in the next months until about February when it gets lighter outside.
5.13.2010
Can you take it with you?
My last couple of posts deal with the subject of ghosts, or, stuck souls, that wear clothing like striped shirts, hats, and carry around their blue elephant stuffed animals.
This brings up the question. Common wisdom says that when we die, we can't bring our belongings up to Heaven with us, nor can we bring our monetary wealth, whether it be dollar bills or gold, or real estate.
But my experience with the paranormal over the last 3 and a half decades proves that, at least for souls that refuse to or can't go to Heaven yet, that they don't move around naked. But technically, how does this happen? If a non-"flesh and blood" spirit has a human or animal shape that can be considered par for course, but what of the other "stuff" that he or she may cling onto - like a favourite shirt, or teddy bear such as Stephen's Aurora brand stuffed elephant? After all, it is not made of human DNA, it is just fake fur and plastic eyes, but surely it is somehow created from the other soul's memory, or is somehow, because the fur and plastic also comes from God's creation - plastic is made from oil, which once were dinosaur remains.
I just wonder whether some other researchers have delved deeper into this, whether they have neared any conclusion to what exactly comprises the spirit world and how they can create or manifest non-sentient objects.
This brings up the question. Common wisdom says that when we die, we can't bring our belongings up to Heaven with us, nor can we bring our monetary wealth, whether it be dollar bills or gold, or real estate.
But my experience with the paranormal over the last 3 and a half decades proves that, at least for souls that refuse to or can't go to Heaven yet, that they don't move around naked. But technically, how does this happen? If a non-"flesh and blood" spirit has a human or animal shape that can be considered par for course, but what of the other "stuff" that he or she may cling onto - like a favourite shirt, or teddy bear such as Stephen's Aurora brand stuffed elephant? After all, it is not made of human DNA, it is just fake fur and plastic eyes, but surely it is somehow created from the other soul's memory, or is somehow, because the fur and plastic also comes from God's creation - plastic is made from oil, which once were dinosaur remains.
I just wonder whether some other researchers have delved deeper into this, whether they have neared any conclusion to what exactly comprises the spirit world and how they can create or manifest non-sentient objects.
5.11.2010
Blue Stuffed Elephant Belongs to Stephen
Tonight around 9.30 p.m. I entered trance state in my bathroom and saw Greg's two sons, Andrew and Stephen.
After a while of the boys sitting peacefully near me and sitting next to each other and things like that, I saw Stephen clutching the blue stuffed elephant that he showed me on Palm Sunday in mid-air in my bedroom. Stephen and his stuffed toy were not as brightly lit as on that Sunday, but I did catch a glimpse of it for about 2 seconds.
I have been asking since that day for them to show me who the elephant belongs to, and tonight I finally got my answer.
This also says something of my encounters with the pair. Unlike the "home movie" that Aern the shadow person has shown me that keeps replaying the same scenes of his son Joe monkeying around while undressing, before going to sleep, and then superimposed ontop of that the moving image memory of his wife as a bride on their wedding day where she walks from right to left, carrying a bouquet of flowers... the images of the boys are, I feel live, because they're different every time.
After a while of the boys sitting peacefully near me and sitting next to each other and things like that, I saw Stephen clutching the blue stuffed elephant that he showed me on Palm Sunday in mid-air in my bedroom. Stephen and his stuffed toy were not as brightly lit as on that Sunday, but I did catch a glimpse of it for about 2 seconds.
I have been asking since that day for them to show me who the elephant belongs to, and tonight I finally got my answer.
This also says something of my encounters with the pair. Unlike the "home movie" that Aern the shadow person has shown me that keeps replaying the same scenes of his son Joe monkeying around while undressing, before going to sleep, and then superimposed ontop of that the moving image memory of his wife as a bride on their wedding day where she walks from right to left, carrying a bouquet of flowers... the images of the boys are, I feel live, because they're different every time.
5.08.2010
Spirit Contact Family Tree
Since November 2009 I have been introduced to 5 souls that have not crossed over for various reasons.
The first one I was introduced to was Jolly Roger Boy Hepburn, a 14 year old that I've written about in previous blog posts.
I'm not sure how or when he met the other family, consisting of younger kids Andrew, Stephen, and their Dad Greg, but it could be that little Hepburn was looking for a father-like mentor and I guess the 4 of them just became friends.
Sometimes I have forgotten to specify "Boy" (or Jr.) when calling for Jolly Roger, and instead a couple of times I have had this other male, an adult, who also has the nickname of "Jolly Roger" show up at my apartment.
J.R. Boy told me last November in a recording on the computer that he had a youger brother named Bob, but no contact has ever been made with Bob, most likely because he chose to go into the light when he died some decades ago.
Andrew and Stephen are brothers. They have a Ying-Yang sense about them. One says something. The other says the opposite. For example, I recorded them fighting over a technicality of whether I was recording or taping them. It's really a recording to magnetic media, but recording is the proper term. One would say "Is he recording us?" "Is he taping us?" Then one of them correctly concluded "He's recording us." I have also had recordings (EVPs) where they notice the blue wavy lines on the Audacity program. They have been known to fight over the mic. too. Yesterday Andrew, the older boy says to his younger brother, "give me that or I'll hit y0u.' So even in the spirit realm, where souls have not gone on to Heaven yet, they still can have issues with other souls.
These ghosts do sleep, and in trance state I have seen them sometimes more active in the earlier part of the evening and more sleepy later on. When they were more active I saw them put their hands to their mouth like a bullhorn as if they were trying to shout to me, and also put their hand to their ear to try and hear me. As the daylight has been getting longer, I was contacting (clairvoyantly) later on the day. They will start to rub their eyes, and just look more tired at 9 or 10 or 11 p.m. than at 6 or 7 p.m. My friend has human kids near the same age, and they should be going to sleep around 8.30 p.m. so I'll try and keep contact to before that time.
When I first was introduced to Andrew and Stephen in mid-February 2010, I was lying on my mattress in the evening and I felt a small human body crawl beside me, his left leg on the mattress and the right one kneeling or on the carpet. Then he whispered close to my ear "Come see what I look like, come see what I look like". The experience was just soooooooooooo cuuuuute.
On Palm Sunday I was sleeping and awoke to the sight of a wooden block with 4 rows of peg holes floating in mid-air near my b'room closet. Then it fizzled out. Then it appeared again. This time at the food of my mattress over head about 5 to 6' high. And it stayed up for a good 15-20 seconds, then fizzled out.
Third thing I saw was a blue elephant, and of course I know that elephants AREN'T BLUE, so it must have been a stuffed animal. I'm guessing that the wooden game piece was a cribbage board, and the stuffed animal both belonged to Andrew? The stuffed animal jutted forward in mid-air once, stayed there, then disappeared.
11.09.2009
"Can I see my family NOW?"
South River Heights part of Red River Colony?
I have a ghost story to tell you...
Thirty-three years ago (1976) I was just 10 years old and our family had just moved into a home in south River Heights a few months prior.
I remember going downstairs for some toy or book after school in the Fall, and back then we didn't have as many LED lights from gadgets like we have now. The basement was pretty much pitch black.
One day after school between 4.30 and 5 p.m. I walked downstairs and I could feel this "presence" of this older (approx. 50 years old) man. This happened several times. I was so freightened of him that I'd run to get my stuff and then run like Hell back upstairs, careful not to bump into the telepost.
One day this man showed me this lifesize Sepia-toned image of his family. I now know that this was just a still Dagerotype from the 1800s. The man was standing and to the right of him was his wife holding onto her husband's leg. To the right of them were their children - a girl and a boy.
I studied the image for a bit, before running upstairs to my room.
It was at that time that I was huffing and puffing and asked their names...
Me: OK, what are your names, starting with the father.
Father: Aern. (with a Brogue/Celtic/Gaelic accent)
Me: How do you spell that?
Father: A E R N
Me: What is your wife's name?
Father: Mary
Me: What is your son's name?
Father: Joe (in a humble tone)
At that moment I thought the names were being inserted by my own consciousness because Mary and Joseph were my grandparents name. So I never did get the name of the daughter. And I haven't gotten their Surname which would have made it easier to locate history records of them.
Over the years after 1976-77-78 etc.. I had gotten over the fear of going downstairs because I started to turn on the lights instead of just running from this "man".
In 1985 my heart changed and I was a kinder more loving person. One day I saw this "memory clip" that of this 7 year old boy who looked like he was just getting ready for bed. He had overalls on which he had just taken off. Under that he wore an orange, blue and silver striped shirt. It was Aern's son, Joe from the life-size Dagerotype! At the time I thought he was pointing at me but he was actually just one of Aern's memories. Joe was making monkey faces and was just being silly. I had seen this clip at least 4 times in the 1980s.
Then nothing. Until November 1, 2009.
I had taken my cat, Tiger, to my parent's home, and after watching part of a movie in the basement, my cat peered to the back of the basement doorway where the laundry room was. I heard Tiger say "Hello, hello, Aern?"
I gasped, and said to my cat "Hey, I remember that name from when I was younger!" Then Tiger says while returning from the back of the basement and lookking contented "gotta go, Aern". My cat looked like I was interrupting something between them and that they were friendly to one another.
So this past week was one in which everything that the ghost of Aern had just started to make sense. And he was such a good family man. I remember talking to him back in 1985... He would ask me telepathically ... "Can I see my family now?" repeating that for a few times. I told him at the time I wasn't sure whether he could go to Heaven or not because I wasn't sure whether he had done something to cause him to not go up.
This year has seen a monumental shift inside of me. I lost my first cat, Smiles, to abdominal cancer. I had him for 18 years. And other things at work and in the political happenings in the U.S. caused me to reflect on what it means to be "human" and where we go in the afterlife.
In June I became open to reincarnation and have been listening to David Icke and others on the topic.
So when I heard Aern's name called out by my cat last week it reminded me of all thatI had encountered of him since 1976.
My question is this... Was there a Red River Colony Settlement in what is now southwest River Heights? And if so, how do I find out more about this Aern guy and his family. I am sorry I couldn't find his last/surname. I don't know if he just doesn't remember it (head injury at death?) or I couldn't hear his ghost whisper voice clear enough.
Can you help me find more about the Red River Colony if there were families not just at the Rivers, but also beyond?
I have a ghost story to tell you...
Thirty-three years ago (1976) I was just 10 years old and our family had just moved into a home in south River Heights a few months prior.
I remember going downstairs for some toy or book after school in the Fall, and back then we didn't have as many LED lights from gadgets like we have now. The basement was pretty much pitch black.
One day after school between 4.30 and 5 p.m. I walked downstairs and I could feel this "presence" of this older (approx. 50 years old) man. This happened several times. I was so freightened of him that I'd run to get my stuff and then run like Hell back upstairs, careful not to bump into the telepost.
One day this man showed me this lifesize Sepia-toned image of his family. I now know that this was just a still Dagerotype from the 1800s. The man was standing and to the right of him was his wife holding onto her husband's leg. To the right of them were their children - a girl and a boy.
I studied the image for a bit, before running upstairs to my room.
It was at that time that I was huffing and puffing and asked their names...
Me: OK, what are your names, starting with the father.
Father: Aern. (with a Brogue/Celtic/Gaelic accent)
Me: How do you spell that?
Father: A E R N
Me: What is your wife's name?
Father: Mary
Me: What is your son's name?
Father: Joe (in a humble tone)
At that moment I thought the names were being inserted by my own consciousness because Mary and Joseph were my grandparents name. So I never did get the name of the daughter. And I haven't gotten their Surname which would have made it easier to locate history records of them.
Over the years after 1976-77-78 etc.. I had gotten over the fear of going downstairs because I started to turn on the lights instead of just running from this "man".
In 1985 my heart changed and I was a kinder more loving person. One day I saw this "memory clip" that of this 7 year old boy who looked like he was just getting ready for bed. He had overalls on which he had just taken off. Under that he wore an orange, blue and silver striped shirt. It was Aern's son, Joe from the life-size Dagerotype! At the time I thought he was pointing at me but he was actually just one of Aern's memories. Joe was making monkey faces and was just being silly. I had seen this clip at least 4 times in the 1980s.
Then nothing. Until November 1, 2009.
I had taken my cat, Tiger, to my parent's home, and after watching part of a movie in the basement, my cat peered to the back of the basement doorway where the laundry room was. I heard Tiger say "Hello, hello, Aern?"
I gasped, and said to my cat "Hey, I remember that name from when I was younger!" Then Tiger says while returning from the back of the basement and lookking contented "gotta go, Aern". My cat looked like I was interrupting something between them and that they were friendly to one another.
So this past week was one in which everything that the ghost of Aern had just started to make sense. And he was such a good family man. I remember talking to him back in 1985... He would ask me telepathically ... "Can I see my family now?" repeating that for a few times. I told him at the time I wasn't sure whether he could go to Heaven or not because I wasn't sure whether he had done something to cause him to not go up.
This year has seen a monumental shift inside of me. I lost my first cat, Smiles, to abdominal cancer. I had him for 18 years. And other things at work and in the political happenings in the U.S. caused me to reflect on what it means to be "human" and where we go in the afterlife.
In June I became open to reincarnation and have been listening to David Icke and others on the topic.
So when I heard Aern's name called out by my cat last week it reminded me of all thatI had encountered of him since 1976.
My question is this... Was there a Red River Colony Settlement in what is now southwest River Heights? And if so, how do I find out more about this Aern guy and his family. I am sorry I couldn't find his last/surname. I don't know if he just doesn't remember it (head injury at death?) or I couldn't hear his ghost whisper voice clear enough.
Can you help me find more about the Red River Colony if there were families not just at the Rivers, but also beyond?
11.01.2009
Tiger the Cat speaks with Aern the Ghost/Spirit
When I was a young boy of 9 or 10 -- when our family moved to their current home in south River Heights in 1975, whenever I went downstairs it was dark there. I always was so scared of being down there alone, and I would always rush back as fast as I could back upstairs.
I knew I saw some kind of dark coloured male spirit standing there watching me run from the basement and up the stairs.
And ever since I started to bring my 2nd cat, Tiger, to my parent's home, he never really liked being there much I thought. He would meow and meow and I always got the impression that he wanted to go back to my apt.
But today I guess because I've been opened again to ghosts because of my cat Smiles coming back twice in spirit form to my apartment (June & October 2009).
I brought Tiger over, and let him go downstairs for a bit. He meowed as usual, and in fact Pat, and Scully the Parrot, and Tiger and myself were all sitting down for a bit to watch the 1988 animated movie The Land Before Time on Laserdisc.
Pat went back upstairs because I had gone up again for some food.
When I returned I could hear Tiger talking. He was at the back of the laundry room, when I heard him say "Hello, Hello. Erin?"
So now this ghost/spirit has a name.
Now what do we do?
This and possibly more spirits have been present in the that space for possibly 100s of years.
Mom of course can't see them and of course she doesn't really believe in them because I believe she is "rational" and not really spiritual or psychic like Pat and me are.
Then Tiger spoke again from the back of the laundry room, while I was sitting at the other end of the basement but could clearly hear what Tiger was saying...
He said "Gotta go, Erin", meaning Tiger had to leave the spirit(s) and was going back to me at the other (north) end of the basement
As I remember Aern running scared passed him in the 1970s, he wore a dark cloak and a top hat, and his whole outfit looked like it was from the mid-19th century. So he must have been dead for at least 100 years before our family had moved into the home-space.
I used to be scared of this man figure I saw on my way upstairs, but now I feel so sorry for him. I want to help Aern (male version of Erin) to reach to the tunnel of light that gets his spirit & soul up to Heaven. I don't sense he is "bad" but that I guess in the old Christianity he probably didn't go up to the tunnel because sometimes Christianity scares humanity into making us believe that God is "vengeful" and "you're going to Hell if you sin".
I've discovered though that God really is more merciful than we let on to believe. If we have sinned a bit, as long as it is not major stuff like murder, then we basically do "Heaven time" and will one day reincarnate again into a new body.
If Aern and other human spirits had just let go and gone into the light when he had died over 100 years ago, his soul would have reincarnated into the body of a male again, and if he chose, he would have been born in Winnipeg with a new name -- God's way of totally forgiving our sins. I will try and communicate that to Aern if I see him again though. I don't want him to continue to get stuck the way he's been. I'm sure the rest of his family has been waiting for him in Heaven for a long, long, time, if they haven't reincarnated themselves at least once by now.
Jim
I knew I saw some kind of dark coloured male spirit standing there watching me run from the basement and up the stairs.
And ever since I started to bring my 2nd cat, Tiger, to my parent's home, he never really liked being there much I thought. He would meow and meow and I always got the impression that he wanted to go back to my apt.
But today I guess because I've been opened again to ghosts because of my cat Smiles coming back twice in spirit form to my apartment (June & October 2009).
I brought Tiger over, and let him go downstairs for a bit. He meowed as usual, and in fact Pat, and Scully the Parrot, and Tiger and myself were all sitting down for a bit to watch the 1988 animated movie The Land Before Time on Laserdisc.
Pat went back upstairs because I had gone up again for some food.
When I returned I could hear Tiger talking. He was at the back of the laundry room, when I heard him say "Hello, Hello. Erin?"
So now this ghost/spirit has a name.
Now what do we do?
This and possibly more spirits have been present in the that space for possibly 100s of years.
Mom of course can't see them and of course she doesn't really believe in them because I believe she is "rational" and not really spiritual or psychic like Pat and me are.
Then Tiger spoke again from the back of the laundry room, while I was sitting at the other end of the basement but could clearly hear what Tiger was saying...
He said "Gotta go, Erin", meaning Tiger had to leave the spirit(s) and was going back to me at the other (north) end of the basement
As I remember Aern running scared passed him in the 1970s, he wore a dark cloak and a top hat, and his whole outfit looked like it was from the mid-19th century. So he must have been dead for at least 100 years before our family had moved into the home-space.
I used to be scared of this man figure I saw on my way upstairs, but now I feel so sorry for him. I want to help Aern (male version of Erin) to reach to the tunnel of light that gets his spirit & soul up to Heaven. I don't sense he is "bad" but that I guess in the old Christianity he probably didn't go up to the tunnel because sometimes Christianity scares humanity into making us believe that God is "vengeful" and "you're going to Hell if you sin".
I've discovered though that God really is more merciful than we let on to believe. If we have sinned a bit, as long as it is not major stuff like murder, then we basically do "Heaven time" and will one day reincarnate again into a new body.
If Aern and other human spirits had just let go and gone into the light when he had died over 100 years ago, his soul would have reincarnated into the body of a male again, and if he chose, he would have been born in Winnipeg with a new name -- God's way of totally forgiving our sins. I will try and communicate that to Aern if I see him again though. I don't want him to continue to get stuck the way he's been. I'm sure the rest of his family has been waiting for him in Heaven for a long, long, time, if they haven't reincarnated themselves at least once by now.
Jim
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