When I was first coming into my mediumship abilities, I made a solid deal with my spirit guides, “No dead people at the end of my bed or I’ll have a heart attack and there will be two dead people in the room.”
They agreed. The entire time I was growing up, I never saw a ghost standing in my room at night. I might dream about a ghost communicating with me, but I would never see them with my physical eyes.
Fast forward to 2019 and I started seeing ghosts with my physical eyes in my room at night. You can read about that in my article, What Does a Ghost Need with Blue Jeans?
That activity died down and I haven’t seen a ghost at the end of my bed in almost two years. That changed recently.
I went to sleep at 11:30pm on my back in my bed. At 11:54pm I startled awake and immediately saw someone standing at the end of my bed. I gasped, sat up, and said “Hello??”
The ghost was male, tall, and reminded me a lot of Morgan Freeman. He had one hand resting on his chin and the other across his body holding the first arm at the elbow. He seemed entirely contemplative. He seemed to be looking me over like he was evaluating me. He said, “Hmm,” dropped his hands, and started walking purposefully around the bed towards me, like he wanted to get a closer look at me.
I had no idea what would happen if he got right up to me. What if he touched me? Was he a reaper? Was I about to have that heart attack I told my guides I would have if I ever saw a dead person at the end of the bed?
Just as he was getting near my torso, he faded away. This did not actually relieve my trepidation. To me, he was still there, just invisible to my naked eye.
I sat still, waiting to see what would happen. Should I turn on the light? I wondered. But a part of me wanted to know why he was there and I felt the light would dispel him. He came all this way, after all. I pushed my fear aside and said, “Can I help you?” out loud to the room.
There was no response on any level, physical or non-physical. I waited about 5 minutes in my bed, scanning my room for him, and also trying to feel his presence energetically. Nothing.
I laid back down to sleep, and I had a dream.
In the dream I was in a room that felt like a courtroom. My ghost guy was sitting on a raised platform behind a large desk or podium. He looked every inch a judge. I was standing in front of him. Though I didn’t actually look around the room, I could feel other presences in there with me and I could hear people talking.
The ghost raised his hands and the room quieted down. He looked at me piercingly and said, “I was told about you and wanted to see you for myself. I’ve reviewed your file.”
Then he paused and just looked at me harder, deeper. He said, “You’re okay. You’re doing good work. I like you.”
Phew, right?
I said, “Thank you,” then waited expectantly.
He said, “We have faith in you. Keep doing what you’re doing. It’s been noticed.”
I said, “Who are you?”
He said, “I’m an overseer.”
I said, “What does that mean?”
He replied, “I evaluate seers.”
Oh, I thought, we’re going full literal here. Okay.
I said, “I was surprised to see you standing at the end of my bed.”
He said, “Yes, I could see that. You weren’t supposed to see me. I was surprised you could. But no matter, all is well. Please carry on.”
Just as I was about to ask another question, he looked at me very piercingly. I felt some kind of strong energy hit me right in the third eye. It was overwhelming. It felt like getting struck by lightning. I felt myself falling backward and woke up.
Now it was 12:24am, my heart was pounding. I looked around the room, fully expecting to see him or the fried pieces of my brain. But there was nothing. The room was quiet and peaceful.
It took me a bit of time to go back to sleep, but I felt good inside. Energized, appreciated, and with a renewed sense of purpose.
