How to Haunt Your Loved Ones Properly
I feel so alive since I’ve been dead.
It’s probably safe to assume that not many ghosts are reading this. For arguments’ sake, let’s just say there’s one. If I can help even one after-lifer affect their living loved ones in a positive way, I’ve done my job.
It’s not easy figuring out exactly what type of contact your loved ones will be receptive to but the process is pretty fun.
Some of the living will chalk things up to coincidence.
Some will think they’re losing their minds.
Some won’t tell anyone about their spiritual occurrences for fear that they’ll appear to be clinging to something….anything….just to keep your memory alive.
I’ve been experimenting with multiple forms of reaching across the realms to see if my mother will receive my signs with an open mind. So far, so good. She has recognized that all of these were instigated by me.
Many could call these coincidences but I like to think I have stronger powers than mere coincidence.
I paid her rent
Shortly after Christmas my mom was doing what she normally does — sitting quietly at home, alone.
A couple times a year when she gets super bored, she’ll load $50.00 into an online casino late at night, fully expecting to go to bed $50.00 poorer.
But on this particular night she talked to me before she gambled. After loading her money she began scrolling through hundreds of slot games to figure out which one to play.
She spotted one called Free Spirit. She lifted her gaze from her laptop screen, looked at my photo and said to me, “That’s what you are now, bud. I’ll play this one.”
The very fact that she acknowledged me out loud compelled me to take things one step further. I rigged her game and landed her on the $1000.00 jackpot just to let her know I heard her.
Realizing this was no joke and she’d just won cold, hard cash, she looked incredulously at my photo again and said, “What the hell? How does this work, Curtis?”
Don’t worry about it mom. You let me look after how it all works.
I ran past her house in the dark
Every night since I crossed over my mom goes out onto her balcony talk to the stars in hopes of reaching me.
Her balcony faces a partially wooded hillside with an unlit walking path. I used to run on that path when I was a teenager, many moons ago.
It is pitch dark at night in the suburbs. No one in their right mind would be out there except coyotes, bobcats and rabbits, and believe me there are many.
Last week she went onto her balcony after midnight. Though she couldn’t see anything she heard footsteps approaching in the distance, crunching in the snowy pathway. The gait indicated that the person was running.
As the footsteps drew nearer all she could make out in pale moonlight was a dark figure running down the path. Once the figure came to a point where it would be passing by her balcony, the voice of a teenage boy yelled out, “I feel so alive!! I wish someone could see me!”
My mother nearly choked. In her head she silently screamed, “I SEE YOU!” as she waved her arms in the air. Of course the runner couldn’t see her in the darkness but she waved anyway.
Then she smiled and thanked me for the memories.
I control her Netflix
Here’s another boredom trick I’ve pulled. I executed this stunt because my mom still pays for multiple Netflix profiles just so she can see my name and icon on her screen.
A few nights ago she opened Netflix to see if anything new had come out.
Being the opportunist that I am, I couldn’t resist plopping this one right in front of her face. Surviving Death — a six-part documentary about what happens when we leave our bodies and move onto more beautiful endeavors.
Of course I could tell you what happens but I’d rather let you watch the series.
Needless to say, my mom binged it all in one night and was left with more hope than she has felt since I died.
I made her dance
But first I thought it would be funny to scare the shit out of her.
My mom’s condo had been void of family photos. She’s a minimalist that way and she chose to keep her walls fairly bare. Until the other night.
Somehow she found it within herself to go through hundreds of family photos and pull out the best ones over the weekend. She spent a fortune on new picture frames, stalked Pinterest for creative photo wall ideas, and went to work in her living room.
It filled my spirit FULL of joy to finally see her be emotionally ready to surround herself with our love and memories. I had to let her know.
The finishing touch to a photo cluster in one section of her wall was a wooden plaque that reads, “Love is all you need.”
As she hung the very last photo and stood back quietly to admire it, I took control of her cell phone which was sitting on the kitchen counter, twenty feet away from her.
With the volume at full blast, I cut into her silence with Justin Timberlake’s “Can’t Stop the Feeling,” and scared her into oblivion. Watching her jump was the most fun I’ve had since I’ve been dead.
She rolled her eyes and laughed. I haven’t seen her dance like that since I was a kid when we’d throw two-man dance parties in the living room.
In case you’re wondering, all these little occurrences are absolutely true and they’ve all happened within the last couple of weeks.
My mom sometimes feels like one flew over the cuckoo’s nest but hey — it’s her nest, she’s the cuckoo, and I’m the one flying, so it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.
These aren’t the only tricks I’ve pulled out of my hat. Here are a few more my mom wrote about a while back. Kinda makes you crack a smile, doesn’t it?
These ‘memoirs of a dead guy’ are lovingly written by a mother who lost her son on September 29th, 2020. His life stories and struggles are compelling and she writes as a means to connect to others who may have similar stories to tell.
