*Previous blog posts mentioned that my office space was on the 2nd floor of building 2; however, my office was in building 2 on the 3rd floor, but not the 2nd floor. This location is of significance in later blogs.*
To answer you directly, yes, it was true according to my research. I went as far as reviewing what I could find about the genealogy of the area in the mid-1900s. Other things may have happened at that time to add to the orphaned population, but I did not look into those things at all. My assumption of other things that “may have” contributed to the population of orphaned kids could have been diseases and/or sickness. If you are curious, I am sure that you can find out more information. I only researched what happened on that particular plot of land, as described by my clients.
Building 3, according to my clients and research, was previously a home for children whose fathers were in the war. I do not know if all of the children’s father were in the war, but the ones that my clients discussed were orphans during and after the war. The dark spirit that they could see in building 3 used to own the building while it was an orphanage, as well as the property around it. Picture a lot of land with one building on it, and kids running around. Several of my clients shared with me that this man was not very nice toward the children. A parent who could see him told me that he performed awful acts toward those orphaned children. At times, my clients would not share the things that they could see done to the kids because it was too much psychologically, even for them. Child B’s mother described to me that the kid spirits would surround her and tell her things when she was outside on the grounds. Typically, it was during the time that she was waiting for my therapy session to end with her child. Mind you, I had no idea that this was her experience while at our mental health center, or while I was treating her child until one day when I walked outside with her, her husband, and Child B.
As we walked the grounds that day, Child B’s mother pointed out other fascinating things about the grounds, with Child B agreeing and elaborating about the details. Even Child B's father shared some things that he was able to see and gather from the ghosts around the grounds. It was interesting for a lot of reasons, but mainly due to their ability to have discussions with these ghosts. All three of them could see ghosts, talk to them, and share with me what the conversations entailed. It was remarkable, to say the least. At that time, I was considering resigning from the company to become a homemaker for awhile, but did not reveal this to anyone. However, Child B and the family knew this information about me, and without me revealing anything to them. Ask yourself this question,
Why would I tell my clients any of my personal information?
I still remain tight-lipped about my personal life with my clients because I have boundaries and limits, as Psychologists should with regard to disclosing personal information. Revealing personal information depends upon what personal information you would like to reveal to them. I am usually guarded with my private life to clients. This is a skill that I learned while interning at an alternative school. My internship was a hell of an experience, and I learned quite a bit about special education that I continue to carry with me. Anyway... My Psychologist Directors told me HOW to share private information if I felt the need to, but not to trust that clients will have your best interest at heart. (Hey, that is a fact & I even teach my own students the same thing)! Some will use the information against you, which means that you need to be very selective about what you say about yourself, as well as your family, to clients. The alternative school was comprised of a more difficult population to work with than Child B which meant that I needed to guard myself differently, and I did. Child B's family knew some things I think, only to prove to me that what they were seeing was real. What they saw was limited, and they would tell me when they did not know an answer to a question. Most of my clients said that the information was limited either due to the angels giving privacy to people at certain times, or there are no such things as psychics. In other words, they were not allowed to predict the future.
"Things that make you go, hummmmm."
My questions were not necessarily about myself, but more along the lines of checking to find out if their answers correlated with other children and family's visions. They did. Now do you understand why I became interested in Nebulous Children? It was due to the correlation of symptoms as well as their visions. The majority of information obtained about me came in the form of the family's conversations with spirits, or what they could see around me. Some would have dreams about me too which was even more interesting. A good example of information told to me by Child B’s family after a therapy session,
Child B’s mother: You’re resigning soon?
Me: How do you know?
Child B’s mother: Your angel told me.
Me: Does she tell you everything about me?
Child B’s mother: No, angels give us privacy.
Child B’s mother: Shower, sex, or in the bathroom doing other things.
Child B’s mother: Yes.
Me: So, they’re just around?
Child B’s mother: Yes, to protect you and all of us.
Me: And they told you that I’m resigning?
Child B’s mother: Yes because you do need to quit, but you’re staying for the kids here and needed elsewhere.
Me: (I stared at her)
Child B’s mother: Smiling at me. The kids on these grounds feel safe with your presence, they cheer when you pull up.
Me: (Staring again)
Child B's mother: They want you to stay, but that is not what God wants you to do.
I did not say another to Child B's mother for awhile, I think I just stared at her in disbelief. I remember that day as if this happened yesterday. I don't know, I think I believed her because I was considering resigning. It was holding on because of the clients. And finally, I knew that I needed to leave and that I was not supposed to stay. I also knew that I was being pushed out by someone in Building 3, but that is another story. Some folks just are not very nice right? The other major part of me absolutely adored my boss. I have been pretty blessed over the years to have great guidance from superb women teaching and leading me. I keep in contact with all of them, and each of them can corroborate my stories. A few have been witnesses as well. One said to me recently, "It's about time you started writing about this to the public!"
After this conversation with Child B’s mother, that was enough for me. I could run by then because I was not pregnant any longer, and I recall running into the building and into my boss's office space to share even more details about conversations with these families. Although staff were aware of the oddities of things happening within the buildings, I detailed my personal experiences when I am in the building, alone or not (e.g., the toys). I also explained how the children keep telling me about the spirit boy. My boss grabbed my hands,
I was told,
we need to pray on each floor,
and we did while holding hands.
That was confirmation for me. Never doubtful, no questions, no psychological guidance or advice, and most of all no judgment of these children. It was all about the building, the families, and protecting the staff.
Someone else believed me.
I never forgot that moment with my former boss.
Many of the children that I served reported that the building did feel calm after we "cleansed" it. Child B, for example, knew that we prayed in the building and on each floor. As Child B continued therapy, there were no claims of seeing the little spirit boy in the building. Child B’s mother reaffirmed that the angels were present and very pleased with the decision to pray over the building. She said that the angels smiled more often while in the buildings. So one day after therapy, I looked out of the window and told Child Be that I believe what Child B told me about seeing spirits. Child B grabbed my hand. I asked Child B to tell the angels that I would like for God to give me a clear sign that He was present and that the building was safe for the children. Child B told me, the angels can hear you, but one left to go to heaven with your message.
The trees outside of my window blew hard.
Child B: That’s your other angel in the tree. He says that it is safe and you can go now.
Me: How do I know it is him?
Child B: He said, “Tell her what happened that was funny when they went on vacation last summer?”
I knew exactly what this angel referred to when he asked me that question; however, he would not tell Child B which was good because it was inappropriate (haha). More importantly, how the heck did this child know that we went on vacation the year prior, and that my husband did do something extremely funny? So funny that it makes us laugh to this day?
Me: When we went to Antigua?
Child B: (Looks at the tree) Yes, your angel is laughing.
Me: Wait, he was with us?
Child B: Yes, he was with you.
Me: He saw what happened?
Child B: YES!
Me: Oh good Lord!
I remember looking at that tree, on my right-hand side from my desk, and staring at it for a moment. I was trying to figure out if what this child was saying to me was really happening. I specifically recall being in-awe of this kid, and of all of these kids. But the tree, the only tree closest my window moved... remember the spider?
Have you ever had a moment where you felt as if you had an out of body experience?
That is exactly how I felt in that instance.
Do angels talk to you?
You may see them.
Pay attention to the cardinal birds around you, according to my clients...