You are surrounded by Dearly Departed: Shadow People

 There are a lot of Shadow People. I've had my experiences with one coming face to face with mine and asking "Can she see me?". Internally I was saying, oh we are messing with too many things! I shouldn't have stared at him for that long. Quick! Look through him! Pretend you are unaware! 

Side Note: I was at a hospital early in the morning. I was sitting in a chair minding my own business until I decided to do something with my eyes. Boredom did get the best of me and I went into a meditative state and purposefully crossed my vision just playing around and fooling around. I saw them all, their black and cloudy humanoid shapes however sharp in their outline. The empty and eerie hospital lit up with shadow people living a ghostly life. Somehow that was more communal and celebratory then the mundaneness of what it was before, like that scene in Haunted Mansion with the ghosts twirling about and dancing. If you wanted a more realistic idea of what it looked like... it looked like your High School during its lunch hour with people just waiting about.

I decided to look at one particular group which had 3-4 of them. They were chatting it up with one another as you can see their hands move in conversation. My bold self said "that one". I decided to stare at the one sitting on the hospital counter ledge until... he looked back at me. I decided to look away or perhaps the voice inside of me was. "Oh no!" it said, yikes as if I had just been caught in some type of act. I guess at the time I didn't necessarily believe it until he sped or ran across the room and put his face right in front of mine trying to see my eyes and look into my face. I hope he is doing well, this was all a couple of years ago and I decided to pretend like I couldn't see him and that he wasn't there.

The Homeless: The Dead who still walk among us and try to guide

I personally like to live in a society of giving and sharing. I know I am blessed. It is a high vibrational activity to remember the importance of life by putting it into perspective. A kind deed or kind act humbles us all and is the communion most try to deny. I add a little extra twist to it as like my Father once made me aware of, some homeless people are scammers. Then, I was invited to look at it in a different light as the fear shouldn't be the thing holding you back. I use it as a perfect opportunity to listen to my intuition and allow myself to be guided to those who are in need. That is the fulfillment of my own manifestation and the completion and wholeness of myself. 

Most recently in the hot summer, my google maps took me down a different route by quote unquote "mistake". I met a girl sitting down with a sign that said "Hungry". Unfortunately, all I had to offer was water at the time. I guess you could say I felt "called" to do it. Water was exactly what she was needing. I grabbed some waters from my backseat thinking 2 would be enough. As she came closer I saw that her hands and face were covered in dirt. I thought 2 would be enough for drinking water. I didn't assume that she could use more for washing up. I heard a masculine spirit aged 20-40 say "can you give her more water?!". I stubbornly said no, not really understanding what was going on while slightly feeling the pressure for when the light would change. I just remember smiling at her. Smiling at her with a warm and hope filled or love imbued smile. Even I could feel it in my eyes. I didn't say any words, I didn't look down or see pity on her. I was just there to be a channel. It felt as if we were connected. I could feel the presence around her trying to encourage her and help her. I felt as if I was passing on the love from them or from something else, maybe even my own spirit. In this encounter, I could also feel her own hesitation in asking for more water. I guess the spirits were really pushy for us both. She grabbed the two waters and my light turned green. 

It wasn't until later on that I realized just who were around her. Past people who once lived and have crossed over. Ones who have been with her through her journey of it all, trying to aid and assist. Taking it upon themselves to try to help, lead, guide, and even protect. Making sure she avoided people or situations that were around her by whispering in her ear, making her change her direction, and staying with her. It seemed that she had a team with her in some type of organized syndicate. I could sense that each of them had their own story ranging from extremes but there was definitely one with her that met a very painful and harsh end due to their own experience on the street dealing with unfriendly faces, survival instincts, crime, and violence. They definitely didn't want her to meet the same end. They were very outsourcing and supportive with "don't worry we will find another one", when perhaps she saw the cars drive by with no assistance. I wish her well and hope to see her again, (I still have more waters and feel with this new found knowledge, perhaps I'd like a second go around). 

Author Notes: I hope we can all step outside of our own little box, see things differently, and lead with more power and grace for us all. I hope in our own small little attempts, we too... can join the syndicate. 

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