The morning sun had just begun to cast its warm rays on April 2, 2007, when unusual dreams visited me. In the midst of slumber, I found myself in the presence of an enigmatic Asian or Indian woman. Her appearance seemed serene, but a knot of tension gripped my stomach, accompanied by mild discomfort. It was then that a startling realization washed over me – she was on a quest, delving into the depths of my being, seeking something precious. The pain was fleeting, but the understanding remained – she yearned for a part of my life force, perhaps even my very soul.
Upon waking, I was left with a lingering sense of violation and insecurity. This ethereal traveler was no resident spirit of my home; instead, she was a nomad traversing realms, driven by an insatiable desire. Her inscrutable purpose had led her to peer inside me, and I couldn’t help but feel exposed.
Another extraordinary occurrence unfolded during the hushed hours of night, just as I was poised to embrace slumber’s tender embrace. My eyes were shut, and my mind began to drift into the realm of dreams when an inexplicable urge compelled me to open them. As my eyelids parted, I found myself in the presence of a spectral figure, a ghostly man, seated in the chair adjacent to my bed. He was a fisherman, a manifestation that made perfect sense in the coastal enclave of Nova Scotia where I reside. Although I had sensed his ethereal presence before, this was the very first instance of laying eyes upon him.
Reflecting upon these encounters transported me back to a time long ago when I was a mere 4 or 5 years old. On one fateful evening, I found myself sitting in the dimly lit living room, shrouded in obscurity. My gaze wandered to the doorway leading into the kitchen, and there, in the entrance’s gentle embrace, stood a spectral visitor. Clad in flowing white attire, she bore an ethereal countenance that defied the absence of light. Although she cast no illumination herself, her presence radiated as if she were bathed in a soft, otherworldly glow. I couldn’t help but believe that she was the spirit of the woman who had succumbed to a heart attack within the confines of our home, many years ago. Her apparition, a symbol of an existence beyond our earthly realm, forever etched in the memories of our house.