Dagaz Blacker: The Spirit Smith

I live in a large building with many units, and therefore, many people. As a medium, I am constantly surrounded by many spirits that I largely, but respectfully ignore in my day to day life. If I did not, I would never get anything done in a day. When it is important, I do pay attention. Today, I am going to tell you about the man who lived in the courtyard of my building. I call him the ghost in the red jacket. Since I moved to this building, about seven years now, there has been a man who looked to be in his late sixties or early seventies, who was always standing in the courtyard of my building. He was usually looking down at the grass. He wore a red windbreakers type jacket, blue jeans and a navy ball cap. I would see him standing there as I drove by to park in the underground parking of my building.  One day, he seem to suddenly realize that I knew he was there. He looked up at me and smiled. That night, as I was going to sleep, he popped into my room. He seemed to want to tal...

Another museum I used to work for was definitely alive with spirit. Well, with one spirit at least. She often would annoy the staff my ringing an old wooden fire alarm behind them while they tried to work, me included. Sometimes boxes would float from one storage shelf to another or items on the shelf in the museum store would float off the shelf, over other items and fall to the ground, not knocking anything else as it did so. This museum is a replica of an original home and is located near a hospital. The hospital staff would often say that they saw lights turning on and off in the building at two or three o’clock in the morning, when there would have been no one in the building. The one particular evening I recall, a museum volunteer and myself were at the museum to teach an educational program for a group of cub scouts. The program its self went successfully, without incident. After the program, when the group had left and the museum was empty, except for us, and all of the outside...

In my post “A Home So Full Of Life” I promised I would tell you further stories about this family and their home…  So here we go! This story begins on a day perhaps about a year, maybe a bit more, after the first story I told you. By this time, I was now teaching at a private school located at the same historic site where my friend and I had worked as Historical Interpreters and Educators. My friend was back to story telling full time. I invited her to come and do a story telling session for my students. After the session, I was helping my friend pack up her minivan and then I said goodbye. She still had a few more things to put in the van. As she bent down to get one of them, a lovely older woman stopped to chat with her. This lady was dressed in perfect 1830’s attire. My friend immediately thought she was a Historical Interpreter working at the site and was impressed with the effort put into the clothing she was wearing. They had a pleasant conversation about the weather and what...

Thinking about what to write today, I have many ideas come to mind. The one that stands out, is about myself and  a good friend who through the years have had many experiences with spirit together. We worked at a heritage site together for a time, although we have been friends for over 25 years.  This particular day my friend was working in a log home built in 1837. Not all historic homes have spirit dwelling in them, but this one was always full of  “life”. My friend is an historical interpreter and story teller. This particular day at the museum was a quiet one, only the odd visitor. My friend was in this home she worked in, cleaning and cooking over the open hearth. The house smelled of woodsmoke and fresh biscuits baking. As I entered the home to discuss an upcoming program with my friend, the walking wheel spinning wheel was slowly turning round as if someone was actually using it. Keep in mind the wheel was normally tied off so it could not be used unless staff was ...