One night when I was 14 years old, I decided to tiptoe to the bathroom. It was after my 10pm bedtime and everyone in the house was asleep.
That evening, I had already gotten into to trouble about something at dinner time, and as punishment, I had been sent to my room for the rest of the night. So, when I found myself having to pee after my parents had already gone to bed, I tried to be extra-careful.
I walked only on my toes. I didn’t turn on any lights as I walked down the stairs from my bedroom to the main floor of the house, and I told myself,
Amanda, don’t wake anyone up. Be very careful. You can easily sense your way through this hallway, you’ve walked it 100 times before. No prob.
The bathroom, was situated on the other side of the house and between me and the bathroom, were three common rooms - the laundry room, the kitchen and the living room. As a teen, asserting my individualism, I asked for the bedroom on the very far side of the house. And my parents, obliged.
On the far side of the house, I was now tiptoeing through the laundry room, the kitchen and starting to turn the corner to the entrance of the living room completely in the dark. So far, so good, I thought. I hadn’t walked into anything yet, and I was doing good - keeping my self-made promise. I hadn’t woken anyone up yet.
Then, I turned the corner to the pitch black living room.
And before me, stood a see-through man.
He was white and glowed as if he was created entirely of moonlight. I glanced to the window, and the shades were drawn. He wasn’t.
At the entrance of the living room, I sunk down from light on my feet tip-toe to cement bricks frozen on the floor. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t run. I couldn’t speak. And this man, stood still, staring back at me.
He had his hand on the back of the arm chair that my father sat in every night as he watched TV, as if he was leaning on it. But, as I looked closed, it was clear he didn’t have a physical body - he was basically made of smoke, and there was no need to rest his body weight anywhere, as he didn’t have any.
As I stood still and watched, he began to slowly evaporate. Right in front of my face, he vanished like water vapor slowly loses visibility as it rises up from a boiling pot of water. And within seconds, I could no longer see him. My legs began to move again, my heart began to beat again and wasting no time at all, I began to scream. As loud as I could, as long as I could, I screamed. I turn and ran, screaming all the while, back through the kitchen, through the laundry room, tripping on the piles of clothes, I fell. I got up and kept running. Through the bedroom door, back up my bedroom stair and as I hit the top of the stairs, I leaped into my bed.
Where my twin sister, now awake, was sitting up, next to me, in her bed. Looking at me, as though she was staring at a maniac.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
I tried to scramble out the words, get out what I saw and describe to her my experience as best I could. In fragments, in hand gestures and in bodily movement reenactments. She listened and soon, we had a plan.
We were going to return to the living room, to see this man together, as a pair. She’d walk back down with me, and she would see for herself, the moonlit man. With her second opinion, we’d make a final decision on what, or who, exactly that was. A decision could not be made without a second opinion, and I agreed.
When we returned that night, we found nothing, but an empty living room.
But from that day forward, my childhood abilities to see and hear those in Spirit, only increased.
At an alarming rate.
While I had seen those in Spirit 1,000 times before this occurrence, I was usually with other people. I was in sleeping in my bedroom, which I shared with my two other sisters. I was in the daylight public, surrounded by friends or family. I was always protected and in the comfort of other living humans, to distract my attention or to persuade me it wasn’t real.
This was the first time I saw a Spirit all alone.
There was no one awake who I could share it with, and be alleviated, when assuredly they told me, It’s okay, it’s not real. There was no daydream to blame it on, there was no imagination to postulate it was. I was paying full attention to my behaviors and my surroundings, because I was trying to be extra careful to not wake up my parents. I was on high alert, without a distraction or an easy explanation to wash it away.
This was the first time I saw a Spirit and I had to acknowledge fully what it was.
As these Spirit experiences increased, each time, I was confronted with one of my worst fears - that ghosts were real. And that scared me. So, when a ghost appeared, I screamed, paced around, pulled at my hair, sat up in my bed with eyes wide, and my heart raced.
I didn’t want Spirits to be real. So naturally, each time I was confronted with one, I freaked out.
I released a great deal of emotional energy.
And guess what? Spirits need energy to exist. They need an energy source to appear or manifest in the space, in any space.
So my early Spirit-freak outs, were actually, to my ignorance, increasing their occurrence.
The more emotional energy I expelled or released in the presence of a Spirit, the more free-flying frantic energy was loosely available to Spirit in my surrounding space, and therefore, the more energy available for those in Spirit to use to continue to appear and be active around me.
The more you freak-out at the presence of a Spirit, the more energy you release, the more you feed the ability of those same Spirits to actually be present. Even if, this is exactly what you want to avoid.
If it isn’t, there are things you can do to specifically raise the energy in the space, called raising your vibration, to attract those in Spirit.
If you want to decrease your Spiritual experiences, stop responding to them with so much energy. Stop feeding the Spirit. The best way to reduce the occurrence of something in your life, is to stop giving attention to it. To stop feeding it with a response.
What do you do if a Spirit shows up in your space, and you’d rather they didn’t?
First, take a deep breath. It’s probably just a regular person who happens to be dead. Then, walk away, glance over, or continue to then go about your business as if nothing has happened. When it comes to Spirit, any attention, energy or response is a positive energy source. No attention, no energy given, no energy for those in Spirit to continue to appear in your space.
By decreasing the energy you release when Spirit visits, you stop attracting them.
You stop being the energy source.