Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Little Man

It's that time of year again. After a long period of time spent indoors, bringing in all kinds of different energy I've picked up each time I leave our house, I feel the need to cleanse and clear. It is rather intuitive. I can go for long stretches of time without cleansing our home of energy I don't  want...and then one day it will become all too obvious that a cleansing is required.

But not all energy will be disbursed.

Yesterday, watching the Winter Olympics on television, I glanced over to the side...and there was a figure sitting on my coffee table. Now, people rarely sit on the table, and I frowned a little when I 'saw' him.

I knew he wasn't physically there. I was alone in the house. Not even our two Dogs were inside...they had each just been given a very juicy bone and were outside, enjoying their chew.  I looked away from the figure, shaking my head and raising my eyebrows.

Long time readers will know I sometimes see energy manifestations of beings who have long left this plane of existence. At least, I believe they have. I might be a little startled when they appear, but I rarely become frightened or annoyed...there's not much I can do about the appearances, after all.

On this particular day I had promised myself after certain chores were done, I would enjoy a cup of Tea and watch a bit of the Games. And after I had tidied up, this is exactly what I did.

When I watch the Games, it is usually in an excited, breathless manner. I experience each event, it strikes me, as if I were the competitor. So there was certainly heightened tension and anxiety present.

And that was when, in the peripheral part of my sight, I saw the little man.

Dressed in a plaid flannel shirt, he sat on the edge of the table, with clasped hands in his lap, and smiled at me. This particular figure has visited quite often; there is only a smidgen of startled response on my part when he appears now.

I looked away, half-hoping he would disappear as quickly as he had appeared. But I couldn't help glancing back...and there he was, still. Still sitting quietly, still looking at me with a twinkle in his eye and a crooked smile on his round, creased face, grey crinkly-curly hair forming a halo.

I could only see him if I looked sideways.  If I looked at the space where his energy signature was straight on, I couldn't see him, although I felt him. It's a strange, rather disturbing thing...I find it difficult to describe. It was rather like a hologram, I think, though I don't know much about them.

I was comfortable, huddled there on the couch with my cup of Tea. I did not want to get up or be disturbed by an entity who insists on visiting at times of comfort such as this. The last time I saw him before this day was when I stood in the warm Sun rays on the deck; he came around the corner of the house, again with that confounded smile, directly towards me, walking slightly bent over and with a limp.

At the time, he completely ruined my peace of mind, my quiet, my wanting to just be there in those warm, sunny rays streaming from the glass doors. I turned and entered the house, knowing even as I did so his figure had disappeared.

I was not quite comfortable enough with him, then, to have a conversation, if such a thing were possible. But I believe we are coming to a Time where contact using all the senses can occur with beings or manifestations from another plane...is this man a precursor?

It is getting to the point where I will feel able to ask his name the next time he appears, if I can get past the startled response. I don't know why I feel the need to have a name...it makes the whole scenario more real, perhaps.

He has appeared in dreams, actually...It suddenly comes to mind I do have the occasional dream about him. This is why he feels and looks so familiar. This makes me believe he is a guide, who has decided to manifest himself before me.

I have met my guides, during long, deep meditations. Some, during mundane hours, fade. Others stay quite brilliant. But at certain times, I will feel an upsurge of energy...a rapid coursing of breathtaking effervescence running through my body. And I recognize it completely...it is how I feel during conversations with my guides. Very uplifting.

I thought I had met them all. But the little man with the limp and the rim of curly greyish hair may be someone who has stayed out of my vision, until now.

Perhaps I will need his guidance in the near future. Perhaps I am to become familiar with him before I need him...

His is a reassuring presence...

And even if he interrupted a mogul event, and even as my Tea grew cold as I pondered his appearance, which only lasted a few moments...

Even if all those things are taken into account...

His is still a very welcome presence.

And not one to be disbursed.


  1. I'm glad you saw him as a "welcome presence." I'm not sure I would have.

  2. What a wonderful gift you have for recognizing this man, this entity. And how wonderful that you can see him with such clarity ~ your description helped me to "see" him as well.

    It is perfect that you've stated an intention for the next encounter ... I'm sure that he can already feel that from you, and when the time is right, you will get to have that conversation.

  3. Like Jan I don't know if I would be comfortable with him appearing. Thankfully you understand your gift well.

    Bit sad that all we are seeing of the Winter Olympics is an hour late each evening. The only sports our TV stations appear to care about are cricket, rugby, soccer and that ghastly US wrestling.

  4. Marion, you are such a calm person. I might have run had I seen a ghost. But I do know what you mean. I was in a doctor's office last week and had to sit quite a while in an empty exam room without my usual book to read. I could feel evil spirits there and began to cry. I got up and went to the restroom and when I got back, they were gone. There is so much more to life than our eyes can see. Great, fascinating post. Blessings!

  5. Jan,

    It took awhile to feel comfort instead of consternation when he appears. But he projects such warmth and happiness, which I can feel even though I am startled at his sudden appearances.

    He reminds me of my grandfather. I only knew him when I was very,very young, but I never forgot him or his face.


    I'm glad I was able to describe him with such clarity...your gifts will allow you to see him through my description. It was difficult to write this post...I began to write it with some irritation, which dispersed as I wrote, and warm feelings transcended instead. It was interesting, to say the least!


    I'm really sorry you are not able to watch some of the very exciting events on the mountains! I am amazed at the awesome power of the energy surrounding these events...I find myself in tears quite often as I watch, no matter which country is in the lead. The athletes try so very hard to reach the podium.


    When there is negative energy about, it can be quite unsettling. I generally react with anger, not the best way to handle it. But I do remember my training, and eventually I can sometimes find the reason for the negativity. Sometimes, rather than just smudging, etc. finding the reason is better and then I can dissipate the negativity. In other words, what I'm trying to say is if I honour the feelings swirling about and try to understand, the emotions change to a feeling of acceptance.

  6. You are brave. ok! will come for more.Take care

  7. Anonymous5:44 p.m.

    Hello Marion,

    Sounds like the little man likes hanging out with you. And as you are not scared of him, he enjoys coming around for your company. I have read that just because they are dead, it doesn't make them wiser than when they were alive. Maybe he just likes to keep your company and not necessarily want to counsel or guide you. Maybe he just likes your smile. :D

  8. you have described so well as i too experience the same "effervescence" feeling when i my guides were presence, back when i was able to communicate with them.

    i still get that feeling when doing energy reading with people.

  9. Zing,

    Thanks for visiting! Don't know about the bravery...it's just the way it is and has been for as long as I can remember.


    It's true that wisdom does not suddenly appear just because of death. I have had experiences where there were definitely no warm, fuzzy feelings. But they don't hang around. I have not had any evil entities...evil being a strong word...visit. Guess I'm lucky in that!

    The little man is insistent, as he's appearing with some regularity. If he just liked my smile, I doubt he'd be back so often. As I'm beginning a new endeavour, I believe he may be there to offer comfort, should I need it.

    He just projects such a warm feeling. A feeling I know I can count on.


    It's interesting that you no longer have contact with your guides, since it has been a long time since I have had communication, as well. I understand why, but then I talk to my teacher who tells me they are definitely still there.

    Yes, that feeling is there when I give Reiki, although not quite as intense. It's so difficult to describe...I'm not sure I can. I need new words!

  10. Purpose and intent seems to always be the first thing I question. Of course these beings must show themselves in a way that touches the framework of your understanding, but seeing as how they are coming into my space I want to know the purpose and intent of their heart before I brook their presence. *shrug* I don't go there often anymore unless there be a need within another.

  11. Walking Man,

    You are very wise in questioning purpose and intent, one of the first things learned in travelling to the underworld. The thing is, though, I am not journeying or even meditating when I see the little man. I think, perhaps, he is a piece of me I need...a piece I have lost.

    Given time, his purpose will become clear.

  12. Nice to meet such a kind spirit here. I mean you- no offense to your visitor!

  13. I meet many unusual people and "things" in my dreams, but haven't had a waking experience except one I remember from about four years old. Not sure if that is a good thing or not.

    Watching the Canada vs US hockey game right now. Hard to know who to root for. Well, on second thought, of course it's Canada! LOL - Margy

  14. X:-) i had a lady in my house for quite a long period of time, these days she just pops in briefly and leaves... But once upon a time she believed my house was still hers and she would annoyingly flick my house lights at night until i went to bed in shear frustration! (i was usually up late doing some craft sewing of some kind after my babies were in bed) Eventually i learned more about her (from older local residents) and it seems she developed Alzheimer's just before she died... i figured perhaps she did not understand that she was physically gone, so one day i picked some of her (my) beloved garden (that she had planted) and encouraged her to follow me to a local cemetery where she was buried... The flickering lights stopped after that... x