A ghost story

My thoughts this morning have turned to something that happened a long time ago.   

I had an apartment, back in the early 1990's with my first wife that I believe was haunted.  There are just things that would happen.  I'd be reading late at night, for example, and would hear the pitter patter of little feet running down the hallway.  I figured one of the kids was up and went to check on them but they would be sound asleep.  There would also be things like spoons falling off the counter, cabinet doors opening and closing, toys being moved around, etc.

I knew I wasn't totally crazy because the wife would hear it too.  It was freaky.  

Then one night while meditating, an image popped into my mind of a child at the front door waiting to leave.  Her bags were packed, I assume it was a girl, and she was dressed for travel as if she were from the early 1900's.  And she looked sad.

That was also around the time when I started looking into occult stuff, so I can't say if it was real, or just my imagination.  Or perhaps I was scaring an innocent soul from her home by letting my demons in.  I don't know.  I just know that there was an image I saw in my head.

What I do know is that it was the beginning of some very dark times in my life.  That was when I started looking into things of occult nature.  The things I had to turn away from in order to grow into the man I would ultimately become.  I had to get away from the darkness and turn to God.  

So today, while I was praying my rosery, which I try to do every day, that same image came to mind.  I don't know why I would think of such things while in prayer.  The child standing by the door.  I don't know what it means.  Perhaps I need to pray for her.  So that's what I did.  

Perhaps it was the demon who has been attacking me looking at me with dissatisfaction due to my behavior lately.  Going to church, making the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit a part of my daily life is not pleasing to the demons who were assigned to me.  So, I prayed for her.

That's really all I can do.  Keep my focus on God and pray for those I have no other power to help in any other way.  There is power in prayer.  And when you pray for others, you are giving that power and grace to them to help them along their path.

Catholics say that souls in Purgatory occasionally appear looking for prayer.  When they appear, they don't talk to you, but stand there looking sad.  So, you should pray for them.  If it is an evil spirit, then the rosery is my weapon and the cross is my shield.