Living with a family of ghosts has been one of the most interesting, surreal, exciting, insanely awesome experiences of my life. I introduced them on their own page, so if you haven’t read through that yet, I encourage you to do so.
I honestly can’t tell you about all the interactions over the past couple of years because I don’t even REMEMBER them all. There’s something almost every day. Instead, I’m going to tell the story of how we came to fall in love with this sweet, caring family of ghosts, what we’ve learned about their lives, and we have combined our families into one giant unit that coexists very peacefully and happily.
I mentioned on the J Crew’s page, linked above, that it took some time for J, the mother, to decide to introduce the rest of her family. After a few weeks of communicating with her, she finally told me that she was ready.
Side note: when I say “told me” in these blog posts, I am referring to how I interpreted the images and emotions she (and other spirits) put into my head. At the time, I was not able to get direct words from Spirit. A few months into my journey, I started getting words as well, and eventually complete sentences. I’m at the stage now where the words are starting to come much quicker, and I’ll chronicle that in my mediumship blog posts.
Side note over.
I asked J what had made her decide that now was the time, and she said that they liked our energy. We were the first residents of the condo that reminded her of how their family was, in terms of interacting with each other.
Okay, cool. The ghosts dig us. Take that, Hollywood!
So, as my wife and I sat on our bed, J’s family slowly entered my awareness. The room’s temperature grew a lot colder than it normally was, although it was by no means as cold as you see in movies or television. We weren’t seeing our breath or dealing with chattering teeth; it was more like having the air conditioning suddenly drop 20 degrees.
As J introduced each one of them to us, I felt their emotions run over me. There was a lot of shyness from the rest of them, with the exceptions of M (the 9 year old boy) and Little Miss P (the 3 year old girl). My wife, Annie, was lying under the blankets with a heating pad on her leg when she suddenly sat up.
“My legs are FREEZING!” she said. “Even with the heating pad, they’re ice cold!”
I asked, and J confirmed that Little Miss P was sitting on Annie’s legs, trying to cuddle up to her. P had taken an instant liking to Annie from the moment she first walked into the condo, and had been wanting to snuggle up next to her, apparently.
Once Annie knew what was happening, she became fascinated and tried to ask a whole lot of questions that the ghosts simply couldn’t answer, like how they affected the temperature and stuff. She told P she was always welcome to snuggle up if she wanted to, and that was an offer extended to all of them.
Annie isn’t a medium, but she’s able to tell when somebody is very close to her, as her eyes start watering. With the ghosts, she feels a bone-chilling cold that’s almost akin to nerve pain. She used to ask me to confirm there was a ghost touching her, but now she just assumes there is. (This led to a unique experience at Universal Studios Orlando, but we’re not at that part of the journey just yet.)
We spent quite a bit of time that night just hanging out in our bedroom, chilling with the J Crew. (Pun totally intended!) I’d feel them move around the room, and there were a few times when Annie felt the bed move. (Something we’ve both experienced multiple times now. It’s a little unsettling at first, but you get used to it.)
Annie and I also decided that night to talk with the ghosts every chance we got, even if they couldn’t respond back. “They were here first,” Annie said. “This is as much their home as ours.” I was completely on board with the sentiment, so from that point on, every time we walked into the laundry/storage room where they usually hung out, we’d say hi or talk to them while doing laundry. Even now, we will still talk with them as we’re doing things around the house.
Shortly after that, J told me that the kids were starting to think of Annie as an aunt, and it didn’t take me long to figure out that J was also forming a strong attachment to my wife.