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Authors: Barbara Parks
Tags: supernatural, Body; Mind & Spirit, on vacation, personal journey of gradually accepting and embracing the clairvoyant gifts that allow her to see spirits. She shares dramatic and heartwarming stories of interacting with spirits who turn up everywhere: at home, Traumatized by vicious poltergeist attacks that lasted five years, she receives a miraculous visit from him. This joyous experience marks her first step toward healing—and opening up to spirit world.In the Presence of Spirits chronicles Barbara’s uplifting, Barbara Parks never imagined that her deep-rooted fear of ghosts would disappear. A momentous turning point occurs when, still mourning the sudden death of a beloved friend, these amazing true tales are convincing reminders that our loved ones are never far away., and accompanying her patients. From the departed uncle that protects Barbara’s young children from grave injury to the child spirits who bring comfort to their parents
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“And?” I asked hesitatingly. “How did it go down?”
“He believes us!” she said happily. “Callum reckons he
thought Gary was around anyway. This just goes towards
proving it all the more …”
I could almost feel Gary grinning at me in the darkness, I
just knew he’d be delighted that he had finally managed to get through to his family.
“And …” continued Matilda, “Callum wants to meet you!
He’s going to leave it until after Christmas and then he’s going to call you. He just needs to work out what he’s going to tell his parents.”
I finally felt as though Gary and I had made some headway
and it made me feel inordinately relieved. By the time I got
off the phone, I knew that regardless of what happened from
hereon, Matilda and I had honoured Gary’s visits as best we
could. Gary had reached out to me and I had in turn reached
out to his family. Matilda had been the catalyst and she’d fulfilled her role as mediator with aplomb.
Gary 41
As I write this, it’s been over a month since Matilda told
Callum about Gary’s visits. I’ve yet to hear from Callum and
his family and part of me suspects I may never do so. Regard-
less of whether or not Gary’s family contacts me, I feel as
though my job is done. Perhaps that’s as far as Gary wanted to take things, to simply pass on the message that he’s fine.
But if they do call, I’ll be ready and waiting; and I’m sure
Gary will be too. I have no doubt Gary will put his vibrant
energy to good use and physically prove his presence to his
family. But something tells me they might not need any fur-
ther proof; I suspect they’ve felt their beautiful son and brother beside them all along.
chapter six
L o v e r g i r l
It wasn’t long before I was presented with another opportu-
nity to try table-tipping. My best friend, Lou’s grandmother
had passed away the previous week, after numerous bouts
of pneumonia over the course of her last four years. The
last years of Ivy’s life were spent in a fog of senility and poor health. In light of this, her death came as a bittersweet release for both Ivy and her family.
For those imprisoned within the state of dementia, memo-
ries and lucidity fade to the point where loved ones are some-
times thought to be strangers. Although Ivy’s senility had
taken a firm hold, there were however two faces Ivy still rec-
ognised; those of her daughter, Valerie and her son-in-law,
John. Ivy’s face would light up whenever they walked into the
room. The rest of the family weren’t quite as lucky, and Ivy
would politely enquire as to their identity whenever they came to see her.
43
44 Lover Girl
Seeing Ivy in this state was particularly painful for her
loved ones. In her prime, Ivy could be described as a cheeky
firecracker, whose quick wit and passion for her family were
always readily displayed. She also had a reputation as an incor-rigible flirt, which earned her the nickname of Lover girl. Ivy would laughingly refer to her granddaughters as Lover girls also, and the reciprocal nick names became quite the family
joke.
The way Ivy was in her final years was the antithesis of
how she had once been, and it broke her family’s hearts.
On Ivy’s last Christmas, her family were rewarded with a
startling surprise. Rather than the deadpan, non-responsive
version of Ivy they had come to expect, they were greeted by
a frailer version of the ebullient, smiling Ivy of old. Although Ivy was still a feeble figure nestled within the expanse of her bed, her cheekiness and clarity seemed to have miraculously
returned. In spite of not being able to speak, Ivy happily interacted with her stunned and delighted family.
Buoyed by the sight of their smiling grandmother, Lou and
her sisters regaled Ivy with an impromptu sing-along, launch-
ing into Ivy’s favourite Christmas carols with ever-increasing vigour. The normally sombre old people’s home was transformed by the
“And?” I asked hesitatingly. “How did it go down?”
“He believes us!” she said happily. “Callum reckons he
thought Gary was around anyway. This just goes towards
proving it all the more …”
I could almost feel Gary grinning at me in the darkness, I
just knew he’d be delighted that he had finally managed to get through to his family.
“And …” continued Matilda, “Callum wants to meet you!
He’s going to leave it until after Christmas and then he’s going to call you. He just needs to work out what he’s going to tell his parents.”
I finally felt as though Gary and I had made some headway
and it made me feel inordinately relieved. By the time I got
off the phone, I knew that regardless of what happened from
hereon, Matilda and I had honoured Gary’s visits as best we
could. Gary had reached out to me and I had in turn reached
out to his family. Matilda had been the catalyst and she’d fulfilled her role as mediator with aplomb.
Gary 41
As I write this, it’s been over a month since Matilda told
Callum about Gary’s visits. I’ve yet to hear from Callum and
his family and part of me suspects I may never do so. Regard-
less of whether or not Gary’s family contacts me, I feel as
though my job is done. Perhaps that’s as far as Gary wanted to take things, to simply pass on the message that he’s fine.
But if they do call, I’ll be ready and waiting; and I’m sure
Gary will be too. I have no doubt Gary will put his vibrant
energy to good use and physically prove his presence to his
family. But something tells me they might not need any fur-
ther proof; I suspect they’ve felt their beautiful son and brother beside them all along.
chapter six
L o v e r g i r l
It wasn’t long before I was presented with another opportu-
nity to try table-tipping. My best friend, Lou’s grandmother
had passed away the previous week, after numerous bouts
of pneumonia over the course of her last four years. The
last years of Ivy’s life were spent in a fog of senility and poor health. In light of this, her death came as a bittersweet release for both Ivy and her family.
For those imprisoned within the state of dementia, memo-
ries and lucidity fade to the point where loved ones are some-
times thought to be strangers. Although Ivy’s senility had
taken a firm hold, there were however two faces Ivy still rec-
ognised; those of her daughter, Valerie and her son-in-law,
John. Ivy’s face would light up whenever they walked into the
room. The rest of the family weren’t quite as lucky, and Ivy
would politely enquire as to their identity whenever they came to see her.
43
44 Lover Girl
Seeing Ivy in this state was particularly painful for her
loved ones. In her prime, Ivy could be described as a cheeky
firecracker, whose quick wit and passion for her family were
always readily displayed. She also had a reputation as an incor-rigible flirt, which earned her the nickname of Lover girl. Ivy would laughingly refer to her granddaughters as Lover girls also, and the reciprocal nick names became quite the family
joke.
The way Ivy was in her final years was the antithesis of
how she had once been, and it broke her family’s hearts.
On Ivy’s last Christmas, her family were rewarded with a
startling surprise. Rather than the deadpan, non-responsive
version of Ivy they had come to expect, they were greeted by
a frailer version of the ebullient, smiling Ivy of old. Although Ivy was still a feeble figure nestled within the expanse of her bed, her cheekiness and clarity seemed to have miraculously
returned. In spite of not being able to speak, Ivy happily interacted with her stunned and delighted family.
Buoyed by the sight of their smiling grandmother, Lou and
her sisters regaled Ivy with an impromptu sing-along, launch-
ing into Ivy’s favourite Christmas carols with ever-increasing vigour. The normally sombre old people’s home was transformed by the
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