On the evening of May 9th, 2011 after our usual coven meeting two of my coven mates and I were talking as we walked toward my front door from my dining room where we hold our meetings and what I consider to the magickal apex of our sacred space. As we paused in my living room one of the women who was standing closest to the front door, glanced at the television, which is in the living room. The other woman was standing near her between the staircase and the back of the sofa, which is parallel to the television. I stood next to her. On the television screen was the description of a documentary on Jesus Christ that I had watched earlier in the day on Netflix and the woman standing nearest the front door commented on it. As I went to respond to her something caught my eye and I glanced at the stairs. The other woman turned her head following my gaze. We both turned back catching each other’s eyes.
I wondered if she had seen the face, too, and made note to ask her once our coven mate had finished talking. My first thought was that it was my daughter who was upstairs. When I have people over occasionally she will peek on us through the spindles of the banister.
I wondered if she had seen the face, too, and made note to ask her once our coven mate had finished talking. My first thought was that it was my daughter who was upstairs. When I have people over occasionally she will peek on us through the spindles of the banister.
"Did you see that boy? Did you see his face?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing! Maybe it was my daughter peeking at us."
I called my daughter. As we waited for my daughter to appear at the top of the stairs I turned to the coven mate who had been talking about the documentary. "Did you see it, too?"
"I didn’t see a face. I saw little legs run up the stairs."
"You did?!"
This was the first time the little boy physically manifested himself to multiple people at the same time. Amazing! But I had to be sure it hadn’t been my daughter. My daughter came bouncing half way down the stair case and as soon as we could see her on the stairs we all knew it hadn’t been her.
"Did you peek at us a few minutes ago?" I asked.
"What?" she was confused.
"Did you peek at us while we were talking?"
"No, Mommy. I was watching a movie in your room," she answered, "Can I go back now?"
I nodded and she ran off.
"It wasn’t her.”
It clearly wasn’t. Our young spirit friend had been peeking between the spindles of the staircase smiling at us. And when we had spotted him he had run upstairs.
The week prior I had opened the door to the mudroom where we keep our recycling bin as I had a few items to place in it and when I had opened the door that same boy was standing right in front of me. He only appeared for a few seconds; when I blinked he had disappeared. I wasn’t afraid. I knew who he was. And I remember smiling and saying aloud, ‘Hey there sweetie.’
"I was going to ask you the same thing! Maybe it was my daughter peeking at us."
I called my daughter. As we waited for my daughter to appear at the top of the stairs I turned to the coven mate who had been talking about the documentary. "Did you see it, too?"
"I didn’t see a face. I saw little legs run up the stairs."
"You did?!"
This was the first time the little boy physically manifested himself to multiple people at the same time. Amazing! But I had to be sure it hadn’t been my daughter. My daughter came bouncing half way down the stair case and as soon as we could see her on the stairs we all knew it hadn’t been her.
"Did you peek at us a few minutes ago?" I asked.
"What?" she was confused.
"Did you peek at us while we were talking?"
"No, Mommy. I was watching a movie in your room," she answered, "Can I go back now?"
I nodded and she ran off.
"It wasn’t her.”
It clearly wasn’t. Our young spirit friend had been peeking between the spindles of the staircase smiling at us. And when we had spotted him he had run upstairs.
The week prior I had opened the door to the mudroom where we keep our recycling bin as I had a few items to place in it and when I had opened the door that same boy was standing right in front of me. He only appeared for a few seconds; when I blinked he had disappeared. I wasn’t afraid. I knew who he was. And I remember smiling and saying aloud, ‘Hey there sweetie.’
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