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In 1994 we purchased a small old motel which we planned to renovate. Built in 1924 it had housed Chinese railroad workers in the basement rooms. Originally it didn't even have plumbing! Though in terrible condition, the place was fixable. Our first goal was to clean & make a few bucks to afford to rehabilitate it. Mark, a friend who had been down and out offered to help us. He was sort of a spiritual kind of a guy who was 5 years clean from heroin addiction. He often attributed his success to me because I believed in him when others didn't... or so he said. Some years before, I had done the Ouija board (with a psychic who would late candles & evoked only spirits of Light) and during that session the board spelled out my association with this friend in a past life. Mark was apparently my father in another dimension or another life. Now he was a good friend who worked in a mental health facility and rented a room in our house from my husband and I.
Because Mark was really more attuned to writing poetry and playing his guitar, his offer to help renovate was apparently not a 'strong' offer. While his intensions were good, his motivation was not very strong. :) Regardless, he had not helped us yet.
One morning I was cleaning a room... let me rephrase that, I was gutting a room. While removing the curtains from the tall window at the back of the room, I heard Mark in the hall say my name. I yelled "I'm in number 6." I heard him again and decided he hadn't heard me. So I climbed off the ladder & walked to the doorway. The hall was empty. Mark was no where around. I looked out the window toward the parking lot to see if his old beat-up car was there. There were no cars in the lot except mine. Later I asked Mark if he had stopped by the motel on his break. He assured me he had no breaks that day and had not come to the motel
The following week, the same type of incidence occurred when I was cleaning a room. Again Mark had not come to the motel. Additionally, not to my surprise, he had not started helping us either!
Do I think this was a paranormal experience? Yes I definately do. Mark and I were quite close friends and knew very well how the other thought. Now when I look back, I think he was feeling guilty because he had not helped as he had offered. Most likely during the day this crossed my mind. It was his way of telepathically saying he was sorry - he was just checking on me.... seeing if I was okay.
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