Back in September, I wrote about my explorations at the outer edges of my psychic abilities (read “The Borderlands”). These explorations led to the discovery that what I believed to be the limits of my abilities were only a threshold. Beyond this threshold, I discovered that not only can I communicate with the un-ascended, Earth-bound spirits of the dead (as I have known for a long time), but can also communicate with ascended spirits (which was news to me). Stunned and intrigued by this discovery, I have been practicing.
My practice sessions began with trying to summon and communicate with the ascended spirits of people loved and missed by me, then moved to spirits known to me who were loved and missed by close friends and family, and then on to spirits not known to me at all. My practice sessions began outdoors, out in the thin-veiled borderlands that I discovered on my property, and then moved indoors, into the room where I do readings.
My resident house-ghost, Joe, re-appeared in my back hallway a few days ago, after being gone again. Backstory: Joe came to my house for the first time several months ago, and he and I struck a deal whereby he would bring Earth-bound spirits to me, and I would use my psychic abilities to help those spirits ascend (read 
My eldest son had the brilliant idea to head out to a haunted hotel for Halloween weekend, and asked me to check pictures of the place he was considering. My psychic abilities enable me to tell from a picture what is going on with the spirits inside a place, and I happily obliged. This gave me the thought that others of you might be free for a spur-of-the-moment overnight jaunt, and be looking for a good Halloween scare. So, I engaged my spidey-senses to provide you a public service. I took a look at pictures of hundreds of so-called haunted hotels, motels, and bed-and-breakfasts from all 50 states (phew!), to see what was what and to find the best of the best.
My resident house-ghost, Joe, was gone for three weeks, and I was more than a little worried. Joe and I made an unusual deal, whereby he brings troubled souls to me, and I help those souls ascend. Within a few days of making this deal, Joe brought 17 such spirits to me, which I wrote about in an earlier post (see 
In my last column, I boldly stated that heaven is for everyone, that all you have to do to go there is die, forgive yourself, release your guilt, make peace with your life and your death, and ascend. This statement was a real, “But of course!” thing for me, but it raised A LOT of questions for my husband. In particular, he wanted to know what happens to the spirit of a person who is incapable of feeling guilt, like a psychopath or serial killer? Do they have to stick around in an Earth-bound state until they get a conscience? Does the stuff that they did during their lifetime weigh on their soul, even though they have no remorse? Can those people ascend without acknowledgement of and forgiveness for their crimes? Do they go somewhere else for awhile? Does death have a way of opening a person’s eyes to right and wrong? Can death change a person?
I may be guilty of some inadvertent fear-mongering, in my zeal to get everyone on board with my “Ascension is Great!” campaign. It is possible, I admit, that I may have overstated a few things, and given the impression that ghosts are dangerous. I sincerely and humbly apologize for this, because GHOSTS DON’T HAVE THE POWER TO ACTUALLY HURT YOU. Really. Ghosts are pure spirit energy, so the power they possess is ethereal and energetic, with no physical substance. Yes, they could come at you with a knife, but it would be a ghost knife and all it would do is cut air. And I’m pretty sure you aren’t going to be hurt by that AT ALL.
I’ve spent the past hour staring at my computer screen, trying to figure out a way to write about what I did yesterday, without sounding absolutely bat-guano crazy, and have determined that it can’t be done. My current house-ghost, Joe, is a big brute of a dead guy, and he has been bringing other dead people to my house so I can help them ascend. This is the psychic work that I do, and the agreement I made with Joe seemed a no-brainer at the time, but I’m sorry, there is no way to say in polite company that I have a giant ghost named Joe in my house and he goes out every day to collect other ghosts and then comes back at night with a bunch of them, and makes them stay in my attic until I have time to deal with them. At least, not without a straightjacket with my name on it arriving shortly thereafter.
My most recent house-ghost, Joe, helped me out a month or so ago with my tests of ghost-detection apps, and I set out to keep my promise and help him make his peace and ascend. Things with Joe didn’t turn out quite the way I thought they would, though.