If the reader has read more than a few of my posts here on ATS, they would know I write about some 'out there' things. Here is one of those on-going
strange occurances that came to a conclusion today.
I just dropped a carload of ghosts off at the local Catholic Church.
Going back a few years, when I started my current day job, I was required to stay at country towns once a week. My weekly round involves driving some
two thousand kilometers a week in country Western Australia.
The 'Old Convent' at Dalwalinu is one such accommodation I regularly stayed at each week.
I would get the same back room in a corner of the building. Being an old building with other guests I would do a quick clearing of any psychic
resideues. Then settle in and "look" at various things in my own way. Usually subjects folks bring up here on ATS. My hobby one might say.
I didn't see any ghosts or psychic phenomenon untill one day when on my arrival I started to see the history of the place. A scenery of the past maybe
a hundred years ago. The church must have built a mission on the indiginous folks campsite. The scene was of children playing and the women folk going
about their business. I didn't see any men, so maybe a place of 'women's business' as they say.
I'm used to seeing these sceneries at various times, so didn't think much of it, and certainly didn't interfere.
If I recall correctly, that night or the next time, I was given a different room. A room on the second floor.
In that room I got a visit from a deceased young lady. A sister of the church. I understand the mission grew into a convent and then became disused.
Then purchased as traveller's accommodation. I thought it strange the deceased sisters were still there. Perhaps the Catholic church doesn't
spiritually decommission these places.
A very nice girl, perhaps in her late twenties when she died. A very soft and gentle nature. A far cry from the 'hard old ducks' the nuns often became
in those days. The deceased old ducks were there watching like chaperones but left me alone, so I didn't care about them.
The sister and I got to become aquainted and I told her stories by remembering them. At one point I wondered why a nice girl like her would spend her
afterlife at the old convent with a bunch of old crones.
Then I thought about taking her home. That is when the old ducks quickly took her away.
Then my accommodation at the old convent dried up, lots of bookings apprarently. Then my employer dropped my having to stay away.
Fast forward a few years to last week when I layed in bed falling asleep. I remembered my time with the cute sister again. Nostaligia and just a
little regret of what might have been. Then I saw her face beside me again.
While looking towards me the sister said: "The wrath of God upon you!"
I thought; what an odd thing to say to me, was she talking to me or someone something else? No matter, I rolled over and fell asleep. Either way I
have been feeling noticably better these last few days.
So I 'look' into the event the next day and apparently the sisters want out of the church and saw me as their only doorway to freedom according to
the cute sister. So I agreed to help them as in my biased view escaping the Catholic church is, well, let's just say; why not.
The escape out of the church was not quite what I thought. Apparently in the past something happened at the convent. They got stuck in some temporal
reality or whatever it was. People disappeared according to the sisters. My guess is it was them who disappeared.
So to get them out of that closed loop of reality they needed a door. One needs to think in terms of networking and pathways to understand here. So
last night they moved from the old convent to my house and then this morning I drove them to the church.
I guess they did their homework and some plotting. Send in the cute sister this man would take a fancy too, and then bide their time.
I met the sister in charge too today, the old dead crone herself.
She looked at me and said:
"we have been saved by the devil himself."
edit on 20-8-2022 by NobodySpecial268 because: usual embarrassing typos