(07-05-2024, 10:30 AM)Ninurta Wrote: Generally speaking, white means "good", so I wouldn't worry about her much just yet. The more intriguing thing, to me, is why she's taken a sudden interest in you, and what the expression on her face means. It might also be significant that she fades out as soon as she knows you've seen her.
Have you tried doing any EVP work to ask her some questions? That could possibly yield an answer. There are several other ways to communicate, but most of them require "yes" or "no" answers, so the questions have to be pretty carefully constructed.
There are "ghost box" apps available for phones and computers, but I don't put much stock in most of them. I ran one on my computer once for 18 hours straight, and all it ever came up with was random gibberish,
There are 4 main "smudging" herbs. White sage cleanses. Native tobacco (nicotiana rustica, not regular smoking tobacco, nicotiana tabacum) blocks entry by evil spirits. Sweet grass draws good spirits, and promotes good feelings. Cedar is used for a variety of things, just as native tobacco is. The Indians around here used juniper for the cedar, and they are still called "cedars" around here. They grow by the acre here, all over the place. I grow my own sage and native tobacco (also referred to as sacred tobacco, Indian tobacco, and the Muskogee call it "little tobacco", because it only grows about 3 or 3 1/2 feet tall). I don't know any local source for the sweet grass, but that doesn't mean it isn't here, just that I don't know what I'm looking for.
I haven't smudged anything in 16 or 17 years, because I've not felt any need to. The last thing I smudged was a house, which I sage smudged to get rid of a troublesome spook. Don't trust what New Agers tell you about smudging, because they make crap up as they go along. Go to the source: native American Medicine People. I learned what I know from a kindly old Cherokee Medicine Man in North Carolina.
While I don't really smudge with the tobacco much, I do occasionally sprinkle perimeters with it, and sometimes block window entries with a "hand" (4 or 5 leaves tied in a bunch) of tobacco hung in the window.
According to the Natives, it also make a good "gift" for the Little People, will keep them in good spirits so's they don't whomp on ya, and draw them near your house and cause them to be more likely to be helpful. They also use it as a gift to the spirit of a plant when they harvest any part of the plant, and sometimes will leave a pinch on a rock or stump in the woods as a gift for the Little People.
Smoking it ain't for the faint of heart, though. It's got between 3 and 9 times the nicotine of regular tobacco, and will make you see stuff if you overindulge. It will give you a feeling of "leaving" your body some times, which I suppose is why Medicine People use it to communicate with the Spirit World. Some of the tiny top leaves, near the end of the plant's life, will have up to 20 times the nicotine levels of regular smoking tobacco. Those get set aside for "special" uses.
I've got about a half a pound of native tobacco left over from last year's crop if you think you'll need any, and a crap-ton of seeds if you want to try your hand at growing your own for future use. I've got more seeds than I'll ever be able to use. Hundreds of thousands of them. Each plant throws about 800 seeds per pod, and will have up to about 20 seed pods per plant.
I don't have enough sage to distribute, as my plants are still young, only in their second year, but I can get cedar/juniper pretty easily if you need any.
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The timing is the most significant. That's why I'm not too freaked out by her.
The look on her face was like she was seeing a ghost for the first time. Scared and intrigued.
The next time I saw her she was like a child peaking around a corner, not wanting to be seen, but wanting to watch.
The third time she was behind me and looked like someone stealthily following along and then got caught so it was more like a flash of light moving away and disappearing.
Tonight it was a flat out, as if I had turned around and a woman was standing there staring at me intently. We even locked eyes for a good Mississippi or two. The look she gave me was if she wanted to communicate (now that you've said that), but looked llike she was in trouble, or maybe confused.
A newly deceased spirit ending up in my home is a thought.
I had not even thought about addressing her yet. I'll wait and see if I see her again and then maybe try and communicate verbally first and see what response I get, if any.
The white did set me at ease.
The first few times I kept brushing it off. My first thought was I was probably headed to the looney bin soon. The first one was like a flash of light from my peripheral. It lasted long enough for me to turn my head to it, so I could tell it wasn't something in my eye, or something going on with my eye. I sort of laughed and wondered if I had just had a stroke because the light flashed so brightly.
Had the light not moved and stayed put as if someone was standing in that position I would have worried. I kinda chuckled and thought it may if been an old acid flashback. I have been known to see a light or two that wasn't there, but this was big. A light as big as a person.
I got this strong feeling when her and my eyes were locked. As I mentioned she did have that look a person has when they want to say something but are unable to speak. But in this moment a sort of premonition ran through me. The feeling she gave me was like a mother who had just been separated from her child. I don't know how I know this, but I feel like she was in a car accident and was looking for her child hoping she (somehow I know it's a daughter) is okay, but at the same time worried she separated from her.
No clue how I know this, but this feeling sort of washed over me when I was looking her in the eyes.
I wonder if there are any young women who have recently passed around here. She kind of looked to be high 20s low 30s aged. Maybe I'll check the news around here. This started a week to two weeks ago (im horrible with time. Very recently). Not long at all.
They live.
We sleep.
We sleep.