Hey this is the Joker. Just have a cool story to tell about a spirit communication thing I did. First of all, I'd like to say that anyone can do this. But it's best to have positive energies within, to keep off dark spirits. Well my dad died last year, and now my mom lives with my sister. And recently my older sister keeps calling my mom a bitch n other things. So one night I summoned my dad to go scare my sister. Happens that for 2 nights in row, my sis dreamed of my dad. She came histerically to my mom cryin. So now she's all nice and treats my mom with respect. Comment anything you want. Be cool to hear other people's stories too.
Mothman is right. It's one thing to meditate/enter a trance state and "talk" to someone who has crossed over. To "summon up" could be a whole nother bucket of worms. Please be careful.
the son's intention was peace in the family . in essence , this is a prayer . does the thought form of it make a difference ? summoning the dead father ... or ... inspiring a sister to dream ? the dream belongs to the sister - it is her creation and of her feelings and relationships . first she was touched , and then she dreamed , and then there is peace .
He also mentioned positive energy to keep off dark spirits. The word summoned also got my attention. His motive was to "scare his sister". This may not have been just a prayer, he may be dabbling. The end result was good this time. He is encouraged, what will he try next?... What father do you know that scares his daugter at his sons request?
joker as superhero sketched the darkcomic book version of the story . oooo ... 3 days after old grandpa was laid in the grave he then appeared in my dreaming . not speaking . not moving . he appeared as a grandiose painted portrait of the most startling expression . pure and maniacal joy . he realized the hee hee huh hoo hah eternal joke .
As did The Maxx in the Mtv cartoon in the 90's To be first in the soil, which erupts in the coil, of trees veins and grasses all brought to a boil. Wait, it's different somehow, cause this land isn't mine, and my brain has been freed, I'm not thinking in... poetry stuff.
i remember playing a kind of computer tick tack toe with may dad a year or two after he died. there was a long line to get to this thing, and all kinds of people were in line ahead of us. only two people could play it at a time, and the way it worked, instead of zeros and exes, there were the parts of two different pictures, of how each of the players wanted their world to be, and however the screen ended up when one or the other won, that was how their world would be, until another pair of players from the same world came along and played again.
