A Medium, or just well done? Haunted Houses, part 2. Two historical houses and a pub.

Charleville. It’s okay to go to a person’s house and pick up on spirits and happenings, they only have your word for what you find. When you turn up at somewhere like Charleville Historic House then you have some documented and oral evidence of what has occurred there.
*picture from the above link*
historichousefront[2]Lorelle and I motored into Charleville, 700 kilometres from home late one afternoon several years ago and after finding a motel we decided to take in the sights. We headed for the historic house. If you follow the above link you will find all you need to know about the place, without me rambling on. We went inside and took a look around in the main house. This place is full of items from the 1800’s, furniture, clothing etc. I stood there tuning in, trying to see if anyone wanted to chat, nothing happened other than an accumulation of old stuff coming back into focus. Lorelle spoke with one of the volunteers and being my one woman band she told her what I do. ‘Let’s see how good you are,’ said the lady, ‘come out onto the back veranda.’
As in most buildings of its type the kitchen and servant’s quarters were at the rear of the house. Looking at the front of the house they were on the left rear side. The first room of interest, the kitchen.
kitchen, Charleville museum.I stuck my head in the door, took a look around then whoosh. A stoutly built elderly woman, dressed in the fashion of the late 1800’s appeared. She leapt at me like an attack dog, brandishing a large soup ladle. I actually took a step back. The feeling that oozed from her was like that of many cooks, ‘Keep out of my bloody kitchen.’ I can imagine how a cook would have to keep the help away from any cakes and scones she would be baking. I told the volunteer what I’d seen and she said, ‘Nobody goes in the kitchen.’ Hmm, now I know why. With the abundance of artefacts in there I don’t know if she belonged to the actual kitchen or came in with some of the many utensils.

Then we have the maid’s room.maids room Charleville museum A pretty room and like the kitchen I didn’t know if the furniture was original. I did know that something terrible had happened here. This event couldn’t be confirmed, I felt that a young woman had been raped and brutalised on the bed. I let go of the feelings as they were extremely uncomfortable and terrifying. Our guide knew nothing about it, then another feeling came up. I heard a gunshot. If you open the picture in a new window and look at the skirting board between the bed and the dresser, you’ll see what’s supposed to be a bullet hole. After the floods that devastated the district in April 1990, the state government instigated a program where prisoners were taken out under escort to assist in the clean up. The Work Out Reach Camps came into being. Interestingly enough I worked for the program from 1998 to 2001 in Brisbane. Enough waffle, back to it Laurie. No and I didn’t hear about while working for them, I’ve actually had a hard time finding a reference for the event. What came to me was the image of a man cowering in the room and another outside, some conversation and then a gunshot. What I felt, indicated that the victim had given information to police on another prisoner and that it was all about payback. I told our guide and she confirmed my observations. Leaving the room I looked out from the veranda to an old shed about 20 metres away. Now we were getting some drama.
I looked at the guide and said, ‘A man hung himself in there.’ – ‘You’re right and if you’re any good you’ll be able to tell me why.’ Well, that’s putting a fellow on the spot. It didn’t take much effort. I felt this man running through town, breathing heavily, full of guilt for some heinous sex crime against a young person. It seemed like the whole town was after him. ( Imagine villagers with pitchforks and burning torches ) Reaching the shed he ripped the door open, went inside, found a rope and hung himself. The guide looked at me and said, ‘Hmm, not bad. Hang around and meet George Balsillie.
George BalsillieThis link will take you to a sound byte of George playing his autoharp. I’ve mentioned about people’s energies before and how they permeate a place. Standing on the back veranda I looked up the hallway to the open front door. A man appeared in a dark silhouette, limped towards me and vanished. I mentioned this to one of the ladies and she said that she hadn’t heard of anyone in spirit with a limp. Five minutes later George walked through the door and limped down the charleville historic museum.hallway. His love of the place is quite obvious.

Woodlands at Marburg.
Woodlands manor

You may remember I posted about Woodlands last year when we were there selling books. Prior to starting our week we made a visit to reconnoitre the place and see where we would be setting up. I took this picture from the car park, I made it into a postcard because I can. 🙂 When I looked up at the top, left hand side of the veranda, a man in a black coat in the early Edwardian style waved at me. Here we go, I thought another one. Not that I wasn’t interested it just gets complicated. I noticed a party in full swing on the right side too. I told Lorelle as we made our way to the reception kiosk. A lovely young lady worked there and Lorelle dobbed me in. Well, the lass, I’ll call her Jane was all ears, ‘So go on, tell me.’ I gave a full description and she said, ‘Well, that’s Charles Smith, the man who built the place. Would you like a tour?’  Too right we would. I have to say that in the 48 years I’ve lived in the district I have never set foot in the place. I’d seen the signs and never gave it another thought.
Luckily there weren’t any weddings on, only a few weekend guests. Jane took us in via the back door and it started from there. The servant’s stairway gave off a sense of gloom. Lorelle walked ahead up the stairs and stumbled forward, she’d been shoved in the middle of the back. Jane said, ‘That’s spooky, a maid died here after falling down the stairs.’ We moved up to the second storey, going from room to room. Three of them took my interest: The first, a small room on the southern side. A strong feel of a military man who smoked a cigar. I saw the room as it was then, where telephone lines were put in and where he sat. Nobody expired there and Jane told me it had been used in WW2. The man’s presence lived on. The next room would have been a bedroom in its day. I walked in and the place seemed to heave, I felt physically sick from whatever lurked there. I stood a while longer and felt a madness enfold me, a strong female presence made itself felt. I moved out, with my dignity intact. It appears that one of the family, a woman spent most of her adult life housed in the room, suffering from a mental illness. The next room filled me with a sense of peace and love, I felt an attachment to whoever ‘lived’ there. A strong feeling of a priest came to me, along with writing, study and many books. It seems that a priest died there when Woodlands was a monastery. I felt his presence in the gardens near the small church a few days later, he gave off a great sense of wellbeing. Jane led us down into the cellar where it was reputed three workers died in a cave-in. I couldn’t feel anything there at all.

The Pub in question is the West Darling Hotel in Broken Hill, New South Wales. We were travelling there for an Anzac Day reunion and would be staying for a few days. An old friend suggested we stay there because his brother owned it, so with thoughts of cheap accommodation at mate’s rates we gave it a go. What a great old pub, we arrived there shaken after an encounter with an emu. We ran into it a couple of hours out-of-town, Mazda ute I, Emu nil, Lorelle still shaking. The owner had just the room for us. No, not a palatial double with French doors opening on to wide verandas. Drum roll – he led us around the back of the bar, down a dim corridor and stopped at an old wooden door. ‘I’m booked out upstairs for the long weekend, so I only have the old servant’s quarters left.’ He pushed the door open revealing a dim corridor with stone walls and three doors on the left.  I felt the haunting within seconds, a wave of fear and pain made me choke. I turned to our host and said, ‘I know old places like this are usually haunted but something horrible happened in this outbuilding.’ – ‘How about you tell me what you find when you’ve finished unpacking and I’ll buy you a beer.’
This would be an easy free beer. We put our bags on the bed and I stood quietly for a moment. I saw a man and a woman arguing, the scene shifted and the man came into the room with a firearm and shot the woman in the throat. The scene faded and we went out to the main bar to claim our prize. The publican confirmed what happened in the 1950’s and filled in the details. Another love affair gone wrong and the jilted lover sneaked into his girlfriend’s room and shot her with a sawn-off .303 calibre rifle. He asked if we still wanted to stay there, ‘Why not?’ says I, ‘they’re not going to keep us out of a cheap room.’
The publican took us up to the ballroom that night to let us have a look around and take a few pictures. The room hadn’t been used for several years and was reputed to be haunted. Standing in the centre of the room I took several pictures, and on flicking through them I noticed they mainly caught orbs. They are a contentious issue in the field of hauntings. Some people say all orbs are spirit, others say they’re nothing more than the reflection of dust particles and beads of moisture. I believe they’re both. At this stage I used a small Kodak digital camera, on the lowest file size. In the picture below the dark shape on the left is Lorelle. Look at the white stream of light going from the TV set across the picture, terminating at Lorelle. It can’t be from the flash, you’ll see that in the door. I took the picture of that part of the room because of the sense of a presence near the television, which moved from left to right and hid behind the counter. The strange thing is I didn’t notice the light stream until I was looking at the pictures on Sunday night. All I knew was the spirit was female.100_0660
There we have it for this week, three different locations each with its own unique haunting and tragedies. Death doesn’t seem to stop life, to me it heralds a new existence somewhere else. Spirits that stay behind seem to have a need to keep connected to the place of their death. Whether it’s some kind of shock brought about by their death, wanting to remain connected to this life, or searching for their killer, I don’t know. I do know that when I drowned in 1978 my Grandfather came for me. I remember standing on the bank of the river watching my mates collect the gear from the canoe, unaware that I was underneath a huge stump in the middle of the rapids. I had never felt more alive than at that moment. No pain, heartache, doubts or fears, only a strong sense of  life. Then they pulled me out. It took me a few years to come to terms with surviving. So I feel that anyone who stays behind must have a darn good reason to do so.

Next week: Some people just don’t get it at all.

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59 thoughts on “A Medium, or just well done? Haunted Houses, part 2. Two historical houses and a pub.

  1. hitandrun1964

    Wow. What an interesting, fascinating and kind of scary post. When I get to the end of your stories, I always wish there was more to read. They are like a good book, I want to see what happens next but I’m always sorry when I’m finished reading. Two NDE…were they similar when you went through them? “…it was as if everything had been wiped from my mind.” I would so love to know more about that. Did you feel that way both times? Did your life change because you knew what things were all about, after having the NDE? I’ve been saved from dying 5 times but always before I cross over. Something saved me from drowning 4 different times and once in my car. The things that happened at those times were impossible and couldn’t possibly have happened…but they happened anyway. So weird.

    All those feelings you pick up. The nice ones, like the peaceful monk are fine but the poor woman and that bed…awful. Is it possible to talk to someone like the woman in the kitchen and calm her down, or do you think her actions are just an automatic response? I know that you can go back into past lives and talk to yourself and actually change the direction of some things. You can tell yourself that everything is okay and help who you were, in that lifetime, understand what’s going on. You can offer advice and turn very negative things into peaceful outcomes. Debbie and I have done that with some of her past lives. But, of course, they aren’t ghosts, those lives are still going on in some dimension or universe. Is there anyplace you can go and not pick things up? I mean can you turn it off, if you like?

    I believe that you don’t die unless you are supposed to…and if you’re supposed to die, there’s nowhere to hide. If you aren’t supposed to die…something makes sure that you don’t.

    When you stayed in the room at the pub, did the feelings go away after you first encountered them? I’m not sure about how you could stay in a place with negative energy like that. Well, I have a million questions and I’m sure a lot of other people do as well, but this was another wonderful story and I enjoyed it very much. Thank you for sharing all of this information. I appreciate it. 🙂

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      Thanks Gigi, I’ve done my job then. 🙂 I always like to leave my readers wanting more, they come back next week then. A different feeling with NDE #2 I went from aware to out of my body as my throat closed up and my heart stopped beating. Click on the link and you’ll get the whole story.
      The changes in my life in both cases were for the worst actually. After the one in ’78 my marriage began its decline. The one in 2000 didn’t help much, life took a spiralling nosedive. I had a large handle on life beforehand and what it was all about anyway, the afterlife, maybe not the meaning of life. It’s quite amazing what happens with NDE’s Gigi, it’s obvious your time wasn’t up.
      One has to take the feelings in, good or bad to get the feel of what had happened. The woman in the kitchen? I think she was one of those hologram types that come to life when a psychic is near. A bit like the man on the bicycle. Some you can talk to but in the main, unless they seek you out they’re hard to get along with.
      Past lives are a whole different ballgame. I’ve done a lot of research into volunteers and myself. I could write volumes on it but it’s even harder to prove than ghosts. You’re right though there is an awful lot you can do with it.
      I tend to leave it running, it helps me when I’m out and about. If I don’t want contact I ask nicely for them to leave me alone. The only place I haven’t been interrupted is when engaging in sex. I’ve been dropped in on while sitting on the loo many times. 🙂
      I think as far as dying is concerned there’s a time, however if you really want to you can opt out. I’ve had more close scrapes in life than I care to count. Have tried to suicide twice, so someone is looking out for me but if I really put my mind to it, then? I think you can only push the boundaries so far.
      Yes the feelings went away in the room, once again more of a replay of the event. The ballroom was the busy place upstairs. The negative feelings can be ignored. I’ve worked in prisons for 7 years, the negative energy there makes your hair stand on end, and that’s from the living. I can sleep anywhere Gigi. I have had a spirit lurking in the corner of our bedroom for the last two nights, I’m sure they’ll make themselves known at the right time. Some nights when I go to the toilet there’ll be two or three spirits sitting in the lounge watching TV. The TV isn’t on but the screen glows. All you can see is the top of their heads from behind. Since I’ve been writing this blog it’s all increased though.
      I’m darn sure you have a million questions, some I can answer like this, others I’ll make a post out of. I should put a Q&A section up. I’m so glad you like my stuff Gigi, just don’t read it to the chicklets. 🙂
      Cheers
      Laurie.

      https://laurie27wsmith.wordpress.com/2013/04/03/a-turnkeys-tribulations-part-19-i-didnt-know-i-was-going-to-die-today-and-be-careful-where-you-give-yourself-a-haircut/

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      1. hitandrun1964

        Thank you for answering all my questions. I think a Q & A would be interesting and informative, if you’re up for it. This is fascinating information Laurie and few people, if they have any talent, are willing to share. I promise I won’t read it to the chicklets. They worry about you enough as it is:) I wonder who is waiting in your bedroom…hmmm…I’m sure that will make another fascinating post. 🙂 Thank you again:)

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      2. laurie27wsmith Post author

        You’re welcome Gigi. I don’t mind answering people’s questions about this. The bedroom was quite last night, I was pooped. 🙂 There’s always something popping up to make a post out of now.
        Cheers
        Laurie.

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  2. Nia Simone and Ántonia Moran

    I didn’t know you had these abilities or that you had a near death experience. You just keep getting more and more interesting! But you are brave. I would not go in a haunted house and I don’t want to access any a past traumas to people. So maybe I shut myself off a bit from any psychic abilities! Very interesting post, Laurie. Thank you!

    And I’m glad you are feeling in top form. 🙂

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      See, I surprise people all the time Nia. 🙂 I came into the world dead and life has tried its hardest to get me out of here. Still kicking. Nothing that came up in my psychic work surprised me greatly, more interesting than anything. I’ve experienced enough trauma with my jobs and life in general so I reckoned anything the dead came up with would be easy to handle.
      Yes I’m feeling better thanks Nia, ready to take on anything. Well nearly anything.
      Cheers
      Laurie.

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      Me neither, it’s the living I’m wary of. 🙂 No I haven’t been to that Charleville although I think it was named after the one in France. We have a few towns with French names.

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  3. thisisnotbangkok

    Another great read. These sound like fascinating places. One thing that you do here that other psychics or mediums don’t, is to describe the process of how you see things. I find that fascinating. It seems like these “visions” come in the form of feelings, actual pictures and re-enactments. I have a good friend who is sort of obsessed with near death experiences. I will try to get him to read this post. For me, there is no question. And if I ever have a choice, I would definitely choose NOT to come back to Earth. It is a wonderful place of learning and spiritual growth, but is also brutal and truly hellish. I look forward to higher places in the afterlife. Wonderful post!

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      Thanks Michael, yes they are quite fascinating, each with its own story to tell. yes the visions are interesting and not all of them appear in the same way. Sometimes I’ll only ever hear something, see it or feel it. Quite strange actually. When it’s a connection with a person it all depends on how they communicated while alive. Some people are/were quite visual and that’s how it comes through. I often think as far as the death experience is concerned Michael, that we don’t get much of a choice. I have to agree that earth can be a most challenging place to exist. If it’s all about lessons then it’s a great classroom. I’m glad you’re enjoying my posts on the subject.
      Cheers
      Laurie.

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      1. thisisnotbangkok

        Thanks for this lengthy, fascinating response. I’m not sure we get a choice either. But if I ever get one, I will choose not to return here. I am always riveted by your paranormal posts. So you will always have an eager reader here…..

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      2. laurie27wsmith Post author

        No worries Michael, I like to clarify things. Choices, if only we had the final say. sigh. I’m glad that you find my posts riveting, the words a writer loves to hear. 🙂
        Cheers
        Laurie.

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      3. laurie27wsmith Post author

        I’m glad you’re still there Michael, there’s nothing quite like survivor sex. 🙂 Actually it’s a pivotal scene in the book, believe it or not.

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      4. thisisnotbangkok

        Well, I have yet to read chapter 10, but from what you are saying, I imagine that the scene propels their relationship in some way. Will keep you posted.

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      It was Jane. I feel much better and have sorted a few things out. Christmas and Anzac day are my downfall so the time up to late April can be hovering around a downward slope.
      🙂 But I’ve sucked it up and am determined to keep positive.
      Cheers
      Laurie.

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      1. Jane Dougherty

        Good for you. Christmas always gets me down too, but probably for very different reasons. Anzac day obviously passes me by. Keep the positive vibes flowing:)

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      2. laurie27wsmith Post author

        I won’t go into the reasons about xmas, it’s always sad. Anzac day well it’s one of those days that are relevant here in Oz. Being a returned serviceman it means a lot as far as the loss of mates both inn war and afterwards. So I have to keep the positive vibe up.
        Cheers
        Laurie.

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      3. Jane Dougherty

        Once you’ve been a serviceman there must be so many occasions to be sad and introspective. For you, Anzac day must be one of the worst. Here’s to a summer of gentler memories.

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      4. laurie27wsmith Post author

        Yes, Anzac day is the worst but it’s only once a year. Our winter is coming so I’ll have some nice nights by the fire, sigh. Happy memories always come by a warm fire.

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  4. olganm

    Another amazing post. I’m always fascinated by old buildings, their history and reading about what happens there (and imagining it) but can’t quite think how it would feel to actually see and feel history. Fabulous and scary at the same time.

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      Thanks Olga. I love old buildings, they’re repositories of emotion, hopes and dreams. Yes and the negative emotions too and that’s what makes them interesting. I thought about this blog a lot on my week off and whether or not I should go on with it. I’m glad I’ve decided to keep it going because it has generated so much interest. Thanks for coming along for the ride.
      Cheers
      Laurie.

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  5. Patricia Salamone

    As usual Fratello you captivated my attention and imagination. When I was seven years old and only weighed about 50 lbs.. I was coming home from the grocery store with my older sister who at the time was ten and my brother who was five. I ran ahead and across the busy avenue and just before I could step up on the sidewalk I was struck by a green panel truck. They say it threw me about twenty feet in the air and I landed half on the street and half on the sidewalk. I remember seeing a flash of green and then the brightest light and then feeling very happy. My brother ran home screaming “Patti is dead, a truck hit her and Patti is dead.” to my mother. When I came to, I remember seeing baby carriage wheels and legs. My mother was holding me in her arms. She said I looked at her and said “Hi Grandma.” I was taken to hospital, ex rayed and sent home with mom with a small bruise on my right hip. The doctors were baffled but my parents were very happy. My mother asked about calling her Grandma, as she passed when my mother was four, but I didn’t remember calling her that. Her tears were tears of happiness. :o) I love reading about your experiences and although I do not remember seeing anyone that day. I have had many experiences through out my life and I have never been afraid of death. :o)
    Keep up the great work.

    Ciao
    Sorella

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      Definitely a NDE there Sorella. I’d say you would have seen your Grandma. You were so lucky to end up with only a bruise. It seems you weren’t due to go then. I would say if you took yourself back to the accident and meditated on it you would see a lot more. Dying is the easy part. 🙂 But nobody really wants to go there just yet.
      Cheers
      Fratello.

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  6. suzjones

    Okay mate, your post was meant for me today. I took a photo at my daughter’s graduation on the weekend of her with the GG and her FIL. When I flicked through the photos on the camera, there is a definite orb in front of her face. Some of the other photos taken in the same spot within minutes of each other have a little light refraction over the lower part of her gown however there is a definite orb in front of her face in one photo. All of the other photos are fine. What do you think about this?

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      G’day Suz. Hmm that sounds interesting. As I said about orbs they can be several things. Get the photo onto your computer and make it a negative, then have a look at the orb. Bring it right up and see if there are any trails coming off it or your daughter. Print the photo out, hold it and see what comes to mind. If it’s someone in spirit, well you may get a feel for them. Orbs often appear over the faces of people on special occasions.

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      1. suzjones

        I turned it negative and there is nothing trailing off it. It appears yellow and black in the negative.
        I haven’t printed it out yet but I can’t help feeling that it may be my brother there but I don’t know. That’s just a gut feeling.

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      2. suzjones

        Waiting to hear from her. I mentioned to her on the weekend that I thought it was spirit. She wouldn’t believe me. Last night I received a message saying “I just got a message and I think you were right. I know who it was in the photo with the two most important men in my life”. I asked her to let me know her thoughts before I tell her mine.

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      3. suzjones

        She just messaged me to tell me that the message she got was “I still love you although I’m gone” but that is all she has said.

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  7. davidprosser

    My daughter finally went to see a psychic last week after I’d told her a friend had received a message she wasn’t expecting at a Spiritualist Church which was obviously designed for us.. The reading went well and she’s come away very happy. On the other hand, my son in law is not happy being convinced that such things are demonic.I really can’t come to terms with that in 2014.
    Have a Great Week Laurie mate.

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      I’m glad your daughter received a positive reading David. One thing about disbelievers, no amount of evidence is going to convince them. Especially if they go on about demons etc. It’s quite funny really. They believe in demonic entities who interfere with your life and such but don’t believe that a dead relative can talk to you. That’s right, demons take their shape and whisper in your ear. You know I could understand it if the dead were giving away state secrets, disrupting the economy and rigging elections. For goodness sake they’re in the main trying to tell us that there’s nothing to fear. That death isn’t the end of us and not to be afraid. It’s an uphill battle David.
      Cheers and Hugs
      Laurie.

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  8. Raani York

    Dear Laurie,
    This is, as so many of you – and amazing post. – I think that haunted house in Charlieville is scary enough – but I like the sound of Charlies’ harp very much.
    As for the last part: You had a near death experience… I heard many people who had one don’t understand why they held on to life.
    Would I ever want one? – The answer is no – I doubt I’d be too comfortable missing for the rest of my life what I couldn’t have….
    Thanks for sharing this, Laurie!!

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      Thanks again Raani. Yes the Charleville house took the cake for dirty deeds but I think George and his harp keep it toned down. Yes I’ve had two NDE’s, both were interesting and created changes in my life. The thing is Raani you’re that overcome with a sense of love and fulfilment you don’t give a rat’s arse about anything else. It’s all about getting there.
      I like sharing these experiences in the hope that it can dispel the fear associated with dying. Nobody wants to go too soon. I’m happy to keep on going until my time is up. there are two things involved, the pain in passing and leaving loved ones behind. Apparently I cracked my head on the stump as I was flung from the canoe. Didn’t remember a thing about it. To be quite truthful nobody came to my mind, it was as if everything had been wiped from my mind.

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