The lights flickered when I left the room, or so I was told; the horn on the van honked 3 times, or so I heard. "It wasn't me", I assured her!

I began to think. maybe somthing was following. Was it a spirit guide showing it was time to go? No worries, I'll do a check when I get home.

She was used to spirits following her. That was her job. She has had ghost tour company for 30 years and tours the living and the dead.

"I invite the spirits along and they ususlly know to go home at the end of the night. I ritually set that into place decades ago. That was not always the case!

But tonight was not a tour or a ghost hunt; tonight was laundry and website repair.

"Is nothing sacred!"

In all fairness I was already in 2 and soon to be 3 haunted houses.

Tonight I was with a new friend.

I pulled up to my house and parked the van.

As I climbed the stairs I considered the possibilities. "Do I have a hitchhiker?"

I have so many guards and wards in place, they will take care of it.

Now It was time to sleep, perchance to dream!

I truly had no time to worry about the others now.

"You can talk to me while I sleep if you have something to say."

There are perks to being the crone. While I am not a witch but a Voodoo Pirestess and a shaman, I am a crone.

Crone: The wise one who reaps the rewards of their lifetime of study and gracefully now goes dancing with the dead.

Or so should be the case! I'll visualize that fantasy for a while more, and we shall see.

"Good night!"

I woke with a bang, crash in another room, from the lower chambers.

It was 8 hours later, I knew no one in flesh was there. I live with so many in my house.

I wasn't even going to check it out, at least not until coffee!

Let's see what today brings, for I am Living haunted...

He was big for his age.

He felt insecure about it often, but when she would enter the back room and there were flowers, their beauty, in their own simplicity made you wonder, "Why do we worry at all?"

The plans for the surgery will be on Sunday and the men who came in were very somber from the news.

“On the right channel, we will thrive and on the other channel, not survive.”

She knew that everything was meant to be and the peace that came over her was immense .

Then Marie laughed and held the child.

This is:

From a cooperative automatic writing session Tues 11/14 with Bloody Mary, Mamba and the Spirit Voodoo Queen inside the Haunted house of Marie Laveau! This was blind channeling from a ghost box phrase and then the last word of sentence written by the partner and the spirits guiding at our side!

Listen in to full ghost box session and ghost hunting on Youtube @BloodymaryNeworleans

https://youtu.be/HWXrko0Pq2U?si=djmGFsdDRTaELX43