A Ghostly Intervention For A Stubborn Pair

I’ve had many strange paranormal occurrences in my life, but the most recent one really takes the cake!

My talkative Libra husband was on a marathon 3-hour call with a friend, when a wondrous thing happened during their conversation. A strange, ethereal voice cut-in and actually cursed my husband out, repeatedly!

The call was on speaker phone, and I was downstairs in my kitchen, hearing the entire discourse.

“What is going on up there?” I called out.

“You heard that?”

“Of course I heard that. It’s beyond creepy.”

His friend heard nothing on his end and thought my husband was playing some kind of a prank on him.

Then the eerie voice returned, this time calling him a horse’s hindquarters.

“It just happened again!” he shouted.

“I know…I heard that. I’m coming up there now to record it,” I said.

All the while, his friend continued to hear nothing on his end.

I hit the record button on my cell and waited…but crickets ensued. There was absolutely nothing, so eventually I went back downstairs, somewhat disappointed.

Of course, the moment I arrived back in my kitchen, the disgruntled spirit returned shouting the same colorful epithets, like a salty sailor! No surprise there, as my husband actually is a bit of a salty sailor himself and knows many who’ve passed in the industry.

I don’t suppose you have to believe in ghosts to know that we are all haunted, all of us, by things we can see and feel and guess at, and many more things that we can’t ~ Beth Gutcheon

“It happened again!”

“I know! I’m coming back up!”

Once again, no cursing. Clearly the message had been solely for my husband’s benefit. However, I did record a strange banshee-type screaming sound that rang out at least a dozen times.

We had no idea what any of this meant. Later, when we sent the recording to his friend, he also couldn’t believe it! How could he not hear this on his end?

My daughter, who is temporarily living with my mom across the street to keep her company during the coronavirus lockdown, has been recently stretching her considerable psychic abilities, offering past-life psychic drawings for customers online.

I played the recording for her and she was really creeped out, as one might imagine. She felt, as we all did, there was some kind of warning in it for her father, but she wasn’t clear on what this warning might be.

Early the next morning, my daughter experienced an unusual dream with beautiful music that she later tried to recall. This happens quite often to my daughter, who has Neptune conjunct her Sun in her natal chart.

The moment she woke up, her phone rang, startling her. But there was no way she was answering her phone so early in the morning. Frankly, I wouldn’t have either. So, she let the phone ring, and soon heard the ‘ding’ sound announcing a voicemail message.

She played it and heard something that sounded like an ethereal voice in an echo chamber. “Please don’t go on the sinking ship,” it whispered. The rest was difficult to make out.

The phantom phone message sounded rhythmic, like a song, and afterward, a woman’s voice started singing the tune that my daughter heard in her dream! The message was 29 seconds long, which is a master number, for anyone interested in Numerology.

A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man woke in the night ~ J.M. Barrie

She ran right across the road in her PJ’s to play the message for us. My husband’s eyes were wide! Exactly five minutes before my daughter received her voicemail from the unknown caller, my husband had received a nearly identical message on his cell, also from an unknown caller.

What the heck was this all about? And why was I being left out of all this thrilling excitement?

Later that day, my husband and my daughter got into a heated argument that left all three of us feeling extremely miserable. My daughter didn’t talk to my husband for several days after, and they didn’t even see each other on her birthday.

My husband was indeed being “a stubborn horse’s hindquarters,” just like the angry spirit said he would be!

I am however happy to report my husband has since reached out to my daughter, swallowing his ridiculous pride, and they had a wonderful talk, with many tears spilled, that went a long way to repairing their relationship.

None of us ever felt the ghost was malignant, but rather that it was trying to help the two of them, or avert the fight that was about to ensue. As boorish and uncouth as it was, it seems our spirit helpers can come in all kinds of unexpected flavors and colors, and you best pay heed when they call!