On several occasions in the last few months I have spent the evening in the emergency room of a hospital waiting with my ailing mother who needed treatment. For a psychic medium this type of environment could be compared to trying to sleep in a burning building. While the regular sections of most hospitals are typically quiet when it comes to the paranormal, the ER department seems to be a completely different story. There seems to be a constantly changing repertoire of ghosts in the ER, and a few that simply cannot find their way out.
People often ask me if I can turn my abilities off. I think I can turn them down, but like a furnace in the summer, my pilot light is always on. For many psychic mediums, myself included, the ability to sense what is unseen by others comes very naturally. This sixth sense is a part of who we are and it functions like any other of our human senses. I have always felt most people have some psychic ability. I think it comes with most species on this earth, but few choose to acknowledge or use the ability.
As I recently sat with my partner Willy and my niece Carmen in ER, waiting for my mother to be helped, the chorus of paranormal players began once again in the long sterile hallway of the hospital. First, I sensed the ghost of a woman who was searching for her husband. He had never returned to pick her up. I felt she was waiting for a living man to come via car and take her home. She had no sense she was dead, just confused. Then there was the man who appeared to have lost his fingers in an accident. Like the first ghost, neither really paid much attention to my staring psychic eyes. Some ghosts will see us, others will only see what was when they died. Some are awake and some are still asleep.
Finally came a young boy, maybe ten years old. He told me his appendix had burst and asked if I wanted to see it deliberately trying, as a child this age might, to gross me out. I chose not to look. Well, I looked fast and could not see the image clearly and looked away. This child ghost could see and hear us. He made a point of standing where my legs were outstretched and telling me he was standing “in” my legs. He was not a bad soul—again—he was just lost.
I mentioned to my niece Carmen, who is an energy practitioner, how chaotic the energy was in the ER. Not just the living, but the dead. She reminded me to think of all the traumatic energy that had been released and had built up over the years. Carmen had been with me on the last “middle of the night” trip to ER and we had encountered even more ghosts on that visit. After I mentioned to her how cold it suddenly got when the young boy came near to us, she replied, “Why do you think I wore all this clothing this time!”
As I encountered each ghost I tried to get them to find the light and cross over. Haunting a Bed & Breakfast is one thing, stuck haunting an ER unit must be a nightmare for ghosts. Of course I had business at hand and that was to make sure my Mom was being helped. However, in the downtime of waiting in the corridor, I tried to comfort the ghosts who would come into my site.
Ghosts usually haunt where they lived, but ghosts in this kind of dream state just keep reliving the nightmare of their death. It is stressful enough coming to an emergency room, dying there must send a soul shivering into a corner. I think this sudden episode of trauma may cloud a soul’s consciousness long enough to prevent it from crossing over to Heaven. The ties to a loved one or loved ones left behind may be too strong to break. After they have left, perhaps the ghost cannot follow them home. Maybe they are tethered to the place of their death until they “wake up” and realize what has happened to them, and then have the option of crossing into the light. One would think an ER wind would be a revolving door to the Other Side, but maybe some still cannot see the light or choose not to go. Maybe they just want to haunt their former doctors—I know a few people in my life who would at least try.
The interesting thing is that on each visit to this particular ER the ghosts were not the same. Do these ghosts linger a little longer here than they would in other places? Perhaps it is the nature of a hospital itself and the higher mortality rate of a place where ill people go. For whatever reason, each time I visit the ER I encounter more ghosts than anywhere else I travel. I can only hope that these souls do not have to wait long to find their way over and into the light—and that when I eventually die—I do it somewhere pleasant like a B&B. I have no intention of haunting a hospital for eternity. I need better quality food than that.
