Ghostly Fun

What else rolls out of sight besides pumpkins? Are we evolutionary beings playing in this body of thought, harmony and love—really pure energy in a multidimensional field of Light that we can embrace daily or run from? Sometimes the line is blurry—between what we know or don’t. And what lies beyond the great chasm we call death?

Up the road from Houston Texas on Highway 59 is where my adventure called life experience took me. Years ago now, my ex-husband had quickly outgrown his first medical office; it had just become too small for his needs. My then step-father-in-law, Harold and I took it upon ourselves to find a new suitable location. The synchronicity fell into place and very quickly I had placed ernest money down on a old house—which sat on the same road—Highway 59 across the street from Walmart.

The old house—was of course, in need of remodeling before it would be  suitable to be repurposed into a growing medical practice office. The old plush lemon cream carpet reflected the occupants tastes although it was soiled and somehow littered with old withered autumn leaves and places of dried mud and discarded paper. You could still see traces of a very much loved and cared for home—now in a state of neglect, disrepair and shabbiness. Upon her death, I assume, the once lively house had been sold because we bought it from a liquor store that had plans to tear it down. But I could see something more. It’s new purpose was a house of healing—and I set out to make it so. Drawing blueprints and designing the office for patients, staff and doctor, each step progressed as the old property was slowly transformed over the months.

I used to stop in to inspect the day’s progress. Often times it would be dark—or late. I thought, perhaps, I would somehow “see” or meet the one-time occupant; an older woman I presumed. And although I never had that experience—I felt that I was never alone.

Faux finishing was the favored trend of this late 90’s project. I hired two gals, to paint the waiting room, as most of the carpentry and major construction had been finished. I can’t remember their names, however,  they worked all weekend—and when I stopped in to see them Monday morning—they inquired about the piano music—telling me that they “heard all weekend”. I led them into the interior hallway and showed them two wires sticking out of the ceiling contained within a circular hole and bright aluminum junction box. “No sound system yet,” I replied. 

It was the pictures that moved each night down that main hallway—which lead to three exam rooms—the ultrasound room and the procedure room. There was also a place to write notes, answer phone calls, a nurses desk and our accounts manager’s office who worked on insurance billing and “pre-approvals” before surgery. Dr. Silver’s office was at the end of the hall. Each decorated for the women who sought care. 

But I puzzled at the crooked pictures each morning in this hallway, and thought to myself, what does Christine, the woman who cleaned the office, do at night? I placed quake proof under the corner of the pictures. It didn’t help.

One of our employees who worked at the front desk was Keisha. To this day, I don’t know what happened, but she was afraid to go into the office by herself. Normally, she was the first one at the office. She would drop her small son at daycare drive to the office and then head in the back door—turn on the lights and start getting things ready for patients. Something shook her. She was terrified.

One day, I decided I had simply had enough. I made the decision to have a conversation with the woman (assuming it was a woman) who lived in the property at 4715 North Street that had become the new office. I called the staff together and stood at the corner where patients settled their bills and received instructions before leaving. “Mrs. So n’so, I began.” Having no idea what her name was or had been—I continued, “times change and we are grateful for the opportunity to have this house of yours. Dr. Silver helps so many patients here, and we are honored that this house came to us for his office.” I continued for several minutes more, and finished with “Thank you.”

I never noticed the pictures move again. I felt whoever was trying to get my attention was satisfied. For what reason? I can’t say. Perhaps, she was assisting me—my growth—my evolution—my journey and experience to fully realize we are so much bigger and so much more lies outside of what we can see, touch, and feel. 

I have come to believe there is no veil—and we are all in this cosmic soup together. The pumpkins, the animals—and all that surround our multidimensional selves is often a mystery. Maybe that’s the scariest thing of all—knowing that we are part of everything and everything is a part of us. 

Happy Halloween! 

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside. (Website) (Blog) (email)

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