Working with spirit in the manner in which I do, I am deeply humbled by experiences where I can be used as a conduit that promotes healing of some sort for another soul. My experiences have been vast in nature, but there are a few that touch me in a way that feels almost sacred. Maybe it's because I know all too well the feeling of being lost, and from that perspective I can identify with and feel great empathy for these spirits. At times I am called upon to be of service in such a way that helps them move into the light, and frees them from the confusion which keeps them earthbound
Over the years I have come to understand, through personal experience,
that life creates disguises and that, beyond a shadow of a doubt, there is real purpose for the
coming together of people. There is no such thing as chance or accident. I have come to
trust in spirit whether the setting is social or work related. Dr. Peebles once said, from spirit's perspective "Trying to get a human being's attention is like trying to move a rock with a feather."
It was early morning, and I had a seven a.m. crew call, as we were going to be filming at the Doheney Mansion in Beverly Hills. "What room do you want to do make-up in?" The second assistant director asked as I quickly surveyed the surroundings. I never expected anyone to help me lug in my supplies, but Richard always said, "Here, let me carry your school books."
"Good Lord!" I said, "No one can be this ugly for me to need to carry all of these makeup supplies. The light in this one looks pretty good." I walked into the room and placed my make-up kit on the table.
"What's this?" I looked at the cardboard that had been taped to the floor of the room. It wasn't the same cardboard that was commonly laid to protect the floor and carpet from cables and crew when commercials were being shot. There, against the light brown cardboard, was the outline of a body drawn on with a black marker, just like at a crime scene.
"This was the room where they found Ned Doheney's body. Supposedly he was having an affair with his chauffeur and his wife found out and shot him. That's the rumor." Richard handed me the day's shooting schedule. "We will need the actor on the set in a half an hour."
Leave it to me to pick the room the murder was committed in, I thought to myself. I began to unpack my bags and set out my make-up supplies. This place was magnificent; the grounds were sprawling and lush, and I thought it unusual that I had never filmed here before.
It was sometime after lunch when the grips and gaffers were busy in the next room rigging the camera and setting up the lighting for the next scene. I wandered out into the foyer and sat on a step of the massive descending staircase, taking in the beauty and the expansiveness of the space. No one was around, which was highly unusual. Normally, the guys were hustling about, carrying cables, shouting orders to one another. I felt the familiar current pass through my body, and I quickly turned my head to the left. At the end of the hallway, leaning halfway out of a door, looking directly at me, was a man wearing a black suit with blood on his shirt. "Please help me," he said.
I looked to see if any of the crew was around. I was alone. I turned back to the ghost at the end of the hallway. "Okay." I headed down the hallway towards the spirit that I knew obviously needed help crossing over to the other side.
He didn't move, and I felt a chill as I walked past him through the doorway. When I entered the room I knew instantly why he liked it here. It was obvious to me that, in his state of unease, this was the room where he sought comfort during his life. I stood a few feet in front of him and began to invoke those of the angelic realm and the Ascended Masters. I silently said my invocations, and he became surrounded in a cloud of luminous white light. He smiled at me and said "thank you" as he faded from my sight.
Recently, I was speaking to my friend the gifted author Linda Pendleton, who
wrote a book about Dr. Peebles titled Three Principles of Angelic Wisdom. Linda had done a lot of research on the Doc and was quite good at it. We had been discussing spirit, and I shared my earlier experience at the Doheney Mansion with her. I was curious as to the physical appearance of Ned Doheney while he was alive.
"Describe him to me."
"This man looked like he was in his early thirties and he was wearing a black suit with a white shirt that had blood on it. His hair was black and the top was long and combed over to the left. It was short around the sides by his ears.
"Did he have a beard?" she inquired.
"No, I didn't see him with a beard-a mustache but no beard."
Later on that day she emailed me a picture of Ned Doheney. He was identical in appearance. But what really astounded me was that in this photograph, he was peering around the same doorframe from which he was calling to me for help. I don't say this for the purpose of sensationalism but simply because of the clarity of vision, which I have come to trust. In a recent conversation with someone who worked at the mansion when it was the American Film Institute, she told me that others had seen him there as well.
Sometimes if someone leaves in a violent manner, they feel trapped in a realm from which they don't know how to cross over to the other side. It doesn't serve any of them to hang around here.
I never know where they will show up, and it isn't always my task to cross them over; it can be to simply give a loved one a message. I don't care where it is-a post office, a restaurant, or a drug store-I pay attention when they appear. They can be relentless in their desire to communicate to a loved one. In my experience, they just want them to know they are alive and okay.
