A Sprite haunts me in a sweet way.Her name is Annie and she visits me on a regular basis.
Annie attached herself to me during a Paranormal Investigation of a home the Bliss-Parsons Institute studied and cleared in Boonville, Missouri, back in October of 2006.Actually I began having dreams about her the week before the investigation so I had a sense of who she was even before we entered the house. I will never forget those dreams and the "feelings" I received from her during my time with her.I felt the physical discomfort she felt just before she died and for an entire week immediately following the investigation I carried her symptoms.
Annie was a 15-year-old girl when she passed - her age is approximated by me because it's hard to tell - however, when she appears to me I sense she is around 15.What I do know for certain is that she died of pneumonia back in the 1800's.She had been very close to her father during her life and when I came on the scene, due to her loneliness and confusion, she apparently latched onto me as a replacement father figure. (Incidentally, the information about Annie and her family has since been validated to be 100% accurate via historical research.)
During the investigation of the Boonville house I spoke to Annie frequently as she followed the team around the house.During one instance upstairs Annie "entered into me" and I could sense her thoughts.It was a thrilling experience and one I will cherish for the rest of my life.For a few minutes in that room upstairs I could feel the inner Spirit of this beautiful young girl ... it is very difficult to put this into words.
Annie had died rather suddenly in the night as a result of the pneumonia and she had done so without her parents being present in the room with her.Her Spirit had emerged from her physical form in a state of confusion, panic and fear because she could not sense her own death - only that she was alone and something very odd had happened to her.Add to that the fact that because her father had loved her so much he refused to accept the death of his precious daughter and mourned her without ceasing until the day he died.He just couldn't let her go.As a result, Annie became earthbound.
It was a wonderful investigation.My connection with Annie was so vivid and so serene that I hated for it to be over, but I knew that we had to do the right thing and cross her over into the other realm where her real father would be waiting for her.Dr. Sharon Davis-Troth and I officiated the Crossing Over and we both witnessed the happy event as, Annie, was greeted by her entire family on the Other Side - especially the father that she had loved so dearly in her physical life.
Since her Crossing Over, Annie, has returned to this plain of existence frequently.She appears to be watching over me, not as a Spirit Guide, but as a loving daughter would do for her own father.I feel that we formed such a bond during my experiences with her that there is a loving connection that will never be broken.In effect, it appears that I have become as a second father to her, and she has become as the daughter I never had.
In real life I have never had any children.I always wanted a daughter and, perhaps, Annie, knows this now that she is residing in the place of All Knowledge.And I believe she is trying to give me an experience of some sort with this kind of emotion.Perhaps, this is a part of the Life Script I have chosen for myself to work out as I reside in this incarnation.
But this is so sweet.I sense her all the time.We have captured her "Orb" several times in my home with a digital camera.I knew it had to be her because I have been attempting to capture Orb photos in my home for a long time and have never been able to.No one has ever died in this house and until recently I have never held Development Circle séances in it, so there was no reason for any Spirits to present themselves in the Orb form.But immediately after meeting Annie in the investigation the Orbs began to appear - and always in places that were associated with me.One beautiful example was when she hovered directly over my bed.Another was when she appeared to be coming directly out of a wall near to where I was sitting on the couch.In every case I knew she was there because she has a way of letting me know. (More about that in a moment)
When we go on other investigations as an Institute team, Annie tags along.In fact, I have captured her Orb in several other places that I frequent as well, not just paranormal investigations - including the college where I lecture.She follows me around and I can feel her sweetness whenever she is near.
I know her Orb from the hundreds of other Orbs we have captured on film because it is so distinct from the others.Orbs are like fingerprints.No two are alike.So when you find one Orb that is identical to another it is very unusual and it is one of the proofs that Orbs really are of a Supernatural Creation and not just moths flying by - which is really absurd because I have taken pictures of moths and they, in no way, resemble Orbs. They look like ... well ... moths.
There are those who believe all Orbs are merely dust particles or water droplets or whatever - and some of them are indeed those things.But a controlled investigation at the hands of experienced professionals can tell the difference between accidental stuff floating by and a true Orb.Skeptics are transformed into fools with the absolute mountain of evidence that substantiates the validity of such paranormal occurrences as Orbs, Apparitions, EVPs (Electronic Voice Phenomenon), and the like.Look for future articles in this journal on such things as these.Also, a Paranormal Investigator's Course is now available in the B-PI on-line store.
And ... back to Annie ... I KNOW.I KNOW that Annie is with me always now, and I love her for taking such an interest in me.Actually, I feel humbled by her Presence.Think about it ... how often is it that an Eternal Spirit Being of such a precious countenance as Annie's takes such an interest in a mere mortal such as I.
I truly love her for this and I can feel her love back.What a comfort to know that she is here.If I'd ever had a daughter I would have wanted her to be just like Annie ... I'm sure I would have named her, "Annie."
And I do know what she looked like.She has placed several dreams and vision states into my mind and I have seen her in her sweetest form as the young, vibrant, and intelligent girl she was and is to this day.My description of her - taken directly from the pages of my Investigation Journal - is as follows:
"Annie appears to be around 15 years old.She has a very pretty face that does not look like any of the girls today, no make-up or modern affectation; long brown hair that she wears back in a ponytail, and eyes that reflect a bright mind and an innocent carefree nature.Any father would be proud."
I can sense her inner feelings and thoughts most of the time.God ... the purity that is in that Eternal Mind.So different from teenagers of this day and age.And once in a while I can feel her touch as she brushes by me.I can feel a little warm breeze ... or even a light kiss on my cheek. Sometimes when I take naps on my couch I feel her tickle my face.And I know it's her because it's always in the same place, and she always flashes an image of herself in my Mind's Eye as she does it.
And there is an unusual scent of her that - and this is the most difficult thing to describe - isn't perfume or any sweet odor.It's more of a personal scent of what she must have smelled like in life.I read an article once where scientists proposed that every human being has a "signature scent" that is very distinct from all the others.I've learned to recognize Annie's.I know exactly when she comes into the room.But it's very difficult to relate this... try to describe what an orange smells like. But for the sake of research, as well as, Paranormal Science, I'll give it a shot.
Have you ever smelled your own skin on a warm summer's day right after you had been laying out soaking up the sun?Not the suntan lotion smell. - just the skin itself.It has that kind of toasty, salty smell that defies any description I can place down in words.But that's how Annie presents herself to me.
And I don't know why she presents this scent.She is a Spirit Entity now.Perhaps, she wants me to "feel" her as she felt when she was fully alive and healthy because she knows that I have experienced her mainly as having been weak and ill with pneumonia and she knows how that affected me.One thing I do know: she loved the sun while she walked this Earth.During the hot and humid Missouri summers, nearly every day she would sit in her back garden in the full heat of the sun.
I had a vision of her doing this.She was wearing a long dress with ruffled sleeves and a high collar - like something out of the Victorian Age (which would make sense, of course).She had a small garden plot in her back yard that she loved to cultivate.She grew simple things like radishes and tomatoes and squash, and she would weed her little vegetable rows every single day.On one occasion while working in her garden she apparently lost a small silver locket - not noticing that she had lost it until the next day.When she went out to search for it she couldn't find it.I'm convinced that if someone were to take a metal detector into the back yard of that home in Boonville they would find Annie's locket. And if they did I would pay any price for it.
When Annie was not picking weeds in her garden space she would go over to a wooden recliner chair that her father had built for her and she would relax - in the full heat of the sun.There was a large umbrella stuck in the ground just a few feet from her and her father would come out of the house and ask her why she would "suffer so" under the sun's heat and not use the umbrella.She would always reply the same thing: "I don't know, it's just a part of me I guess."Then she would pick up a book of poetry that she loved and read it even though the sun's reflection on the pages of the book nearly blinded her as she read.Her father would mutter," So be it," and walk away shaking his head- but with a smile on his face.
In life, Annie was a precious, precious girl everyone loved.In her short life on this planet her mother tried to teach her many things like playing the piano, cooking, sewing and the like - all of the things that girls needed to know in those days in order to find themselves a proper mate.And Annie was an apt and quick pupil.She played the piano with great skill and loved to prepare the evening meal for the entire family whenever she could.
Annie's father taught her to play cards and to shoot squirrels in the back yard.She didn't care much for that but she did so out of love for her father.She never actually hit a squirrel (on purpose) and one day her father simply said, "No more of that, daughter."And he put his rifle away for good - never to shoot it again.She had brought out in him a love for life and for nature that made him weep at times.After Annie passed, every time he saw a squirrel scampering about on the lawn or up in a tree he would think of his daughter's love for all of life and it would bring tears to his eyes.
These are the things I sense.These are the things I know.These are the gifts and the insights that Annie has given to me.I believe she is trying to be for me the daughter I never had, and I love her for that.And I'm sure there are those who will read this and pass it all off as nonsense, but it is a very real part of my life now, that even I, just a few years ago, would have written off myself as impossible.But when you have experiences such as this first hand, you will no longer dismiss anything so casually.
There is a very fine line that separates this plain of existence from the "Heavenly."How foolish are we to ignore the possibility that there are many "Annie's" who may be appearing on a regular basis to their very own special ones?And what a wonderful thought that is.How refreshing it is to think - to KNOW - that there are such "Pure Ones" as these who wish to mingle among us and to Love us with unblemished hearts, with the sole purpose of blessing us with Kindness.
I bless you Annie.I bless you for being so sweet to me.And I pray you will always be near, and that when I Cross Over you will be one of the first to come running to greet me.... and I just heard say, "I will."
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