I think that as humans, to think we are the only creations, earthly or otherwise, with our intelligence level, is a bit smug, at best. I think that there must be other beings out there and around us. I feel it’s a matter more of whether we are intuned to them or willing or able to believe in them or accept them.
Seriously, how do we KNOW what lies ahead of us? I’m sure we all like to think there is something for us after our years here on earth. Who are we to know for certain whether the continuance of existence is in the form of heaven or hell, or in a spirit realm or as a different person or creature altogether?
I’m not sure which of these scenarios or combinations of scenarios may or may not be real, but, I do believe that there ARE spirits or spirit beings that are around that some may call angels, or demons, or ghosts, or poltergeists. I feel that I, as well as others in my family have had encounters with some of them (another blog). And I do believe some are good and some aren’t.
I do think there are those people who have special abilities to communicate with these beings and also those who can perform actions that others can’t. I believe that there are things that are unexplained and not necessarily scientific but nonetheless real.
Take, for instance, the ability of my father to dowse, otherwise known as “water witching”. I used to think this was farfetched and that people maybe “pretended” to be able to do this for other people’s benefit…until I tried it myself.
I am one of six children born to a dowser. I remember growing up and having people invariably come by our house several times a year because they couldn’t find water on their property and they had heard of our father’s “gift”. He would always go and help them and he never charged them because he felt he needed to share this “gift” that had been bestowed upon him. I guess I took it for granted for years or just thought it was something HE did. I never thought of it as being something that was unusual or necessarily passed on. I never remember a time when I didn’t know that my father was a water witch. He had always done it.
One weekend I remember my father challenges us, all six of his children, to see if we shared this ability. I was totally skeptical. I remember thinking “What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to MAKE the stick fall or turn it with my hands to make it look like I can do this? “
I took the tree branch in my hands and felt NOTHING….. My father told me to just loosely hold the branch in my hand and walk across the yard. Of course he had already done this beforehand and knew already where they veins of water were underneath the ground. We didn’t. I started to walk across the yard and as I walked, at a certain point I could feel the branch start to turn in my hands. I gripped the branch harder. I didn’t WANT to be able to do this! It scared the beejesus out of me! All I could think about were the tales of my grandmother making her table “walk” (I’m sure it was some form of levitation, but the stories handed down were that she made it walk). I didn’t want to be one of those crazy ladies that made tables walk! The branch continued to turn in my hands. I gripped it so hard, as hard as I could, so that it would NOT turn. As hard as I tried, I could not STOP it. It turned despite the fact that I did not want it to and despite the fact that I was gripping it so hard that I felt there was no way it COULD turn. I really thought it was going to rip the skin off my hands. I don’t think there was any way I could have stopped it short of letting go and that didn’t even seem possible at that point.
I remember going back to my daddy with such mixed emotions. On the one hand, I was so proud that I shared this gift with my daddy, as did one of my brothers and one of my sisters. So this “ability” was passed on to half of us. And that thought terrified me! I definitely did not feel at ease with the mixed emotions that were warring in my body and my brain, Was this a gift? Was this a curse?
I’m still not sure what the answer is. I just know that I NEVER, EVER tried to dowse again. The thought that I could possess that ability was disturbing enough. The knowledge that I did was downright terrifying. For some reason, maybe because of the religious views that had been instilled in me as a child, I was extremely uncomfortable with possessing this ability. I call it an ability because I did not personally see it as a gift for me to possess it. Funny thing, I had always considered it a gift for my dad and that he could share that with others. But for myself, it was almost as if it would be blasphemy to use it. Against my dad? Against God? I don’t know. I just know I had not only no desire to cultivate it, I had a NEED not to.