Imagine my surprise when I entered my home and saw a man standing there.
My first instinct was to call the police, but I realized that in my current condition, I probably would not be heard.
I didn’t even know if I could actually use a phone as a spirit.
I resorted to my second instinct and that was to pull out my wand.
With my wand in hand I turned quickly and faced him. “Leave my house now!” I yelled; only there was no sound. I mean, I could hear what I remembered as being my voice, but internally. There was no external sound.
Robert did not react. He showed no indication that he had heard me, or even seen me.
I waved my wand and recited a short incantation, but didn’t get the reaction that I expected.
Instead, the spell seemed to backfire. My whole form recoiled as if I had received a mighty blow, but he was not affected in any way.
I reached a sad conclusion…I had lost my powers when I lost my life. I could no longer count on my spells to get me through.
I stood there helpless, while he never moved.
When he did move, he walked right by me, so closely that I believe that his right arm actually went through me…only I felt nothing. I stood there like displaced air, with no matter…no physical form to help me manipulate the environment around me.
I didn’t get it. I remembered eating that morning…grabbing a plate and placing food on it. But did it really happen? Had I only imagined showering, watering my plants, using my broom…talking to Janet.
Was eating, showering and talking only a part of what I remembered doing when I was alive?
I moved closer to him; angered. This man was making himself comfortable in my home and there was nothing I could do about it.
He didn’t even seem aware that I was there.
I slowly swarmed around him; willing him to respond to my presence.
Suddenly he stood, coming as close to me as possible. Yet he never looked my way. To him, I was nothing…I did not exist.
I recalled my conversation with Helen and realized that this man was a non-believer…a skeptic. He did not respond to me, because he did not believe that ghosts even existed.
I stood there like a young toddler, frustrated and unable to communicate it. I felt on the verge of a tantrum.
With my full concentration, I directed my anger toward him hoping that he could feel the emotion behind it. “Leave my house! This is my house…” I said.
No reaction from the man. The feelings were overwhelming. I wanted to hit something, I wanted to scream…maybe even throw something, but I could do none of it.
To make matters worst, he turned and walked away; leaving me there.
I stood there…rejected, disregarded, seething in anger…and Robert never noticed any of it.
