The Farmer

Soon after I started working on my energetic boundaries, I did some protection work around my house so that no spirits could enter it without permission. I had had a few overwhelming experiences with spirits in the previous weeks and wanted to ensure that I wouldn’t be ambushed again anytime soon. So, imagine my surprise then when I was sitting in bed and began to feel that telltale tickling of my peripheral awareness that is usually the first sign that a spirit is near. I reluctantly looked up and the figure of a man began to appear outside my bedroom window.

I began to feel very uneasy because half of the man’s face was covered in blood, and the top right side of his head that should have been round was caved in. He was dressed in denim overalls and was grasping a straw hat in front of him with both hands, patiently waiting. I had to try very hard to not be anxious and to ask him how I could help.

The woods behind my house were pasture for cattle a century and more ago, and are still crisscrossed by the mossy stone walls which bordered them.

The man’s spirit began to communicate how he was working out in the fields one day plowing, and the metal front stuck hard at one point and he somehow pitched forward and hit his head on a large rock. He had passed away before he knew what had happened, and he wanted me to know how much he had loved his wife and children. He lived in an era where a man may not express his emotions openly to his loved ones. He regretted never telling them how much he loved them and leaving them without warning. I told him that they knew and that he could move on into the Light and be with them again. I spent a long time visualizing him traveling upwards in light. I felt a sense of peace…but then I closed my curtains.