The Judgemental Ghost, Journal Entry From 5/25/22

I was laying on my couch and my dog, Jasper, was barking for no reason at something I couldn’t see. He often barks at Precious, my gollum roommate, so I figure the two of them are messing with each other. All of a sudden, I felt water drips hit my arm. When I ran my hands over my arm, it was dry though. I checked that there was no water coming from my ceiling for some reason, but my ceiling was dry. Water hit my arm five times and I thought the gollum must be up to something. He is really hyper and playful, like a young child, always messing with things.

Later, I asked my daughter, Morgen about what that was and she said I had a cultish Christian woman come through my house. She said, “Wow, she threw a lot of holy water on you! She doesn’t like your tattoos or the artwork on your walls.” To be fair, I have a painting of myself as a witch flying on a broom through space that a friend Bill Snedden painted. It’s a mystery to me why someone who is so religious would still be roaming around on the earth plane, judging people, when she could be in the light with Jesus himself. She was gone already by the time Morgen woke up, just a passerby as we call them.

Witch Painting by Bill Snedden

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"Gollum" from my Journal 8/15/21

I was laying in bed and couldn’t sleep. My eyes were closed but I could see shadow movements on my eyelids. I opened my eyes and saw nothing, but when I closed them I saw the movements again, as if someone waved their hands in front of my closed eyes. So I laid with my eyes open. My room was better lit than can be explained by the little light coming from my outlet plug. I saw something peek from the end of my bed, to the right of my feet. It was just the top of a grayish/blue bald head. It ducked out of sight as quick as my eyes could move. Then it peeked on the left side of my feet and again to the right. I thought maybe it was an alien, but I checked and could still move my arms. I wasn’t paralyzed as people often are when being abducted. Deciding I had no idea what it was but it didn’t seem to be abducting me, I went to sleep finally. In the morning, I had Morgen remote view into my room to see what it was. (Remote viewing is when she looks around another room with her mind.)

“I don’t know what it is. It looks like Gollum from Lord of the Rings.” She said.

“Is it a demon? Or a dead human?” I asked.

“No.”

“Get rid of it!” I demanded. I really regret that, now. The next day, we went to dinner with Michael Shaman and I told him about the visitor in my room.

He said, “Gollums are great to have around. They’re a lot of fun. People try to get photos of them. You should try getting a photo of yours.”

“I can’t! I told Morgen to get rid of it and she pushed him in the light.” I said.

“They are not alone.” He answered.

“Are you saying I have more?!” I couldn’t believe they were real.

“You have at least one more.” Michael told me.

A few days later, Morgen heard one knocking all around her house. She made a video as if it scared her for her volleyball team because they were interested in sleeping in our haunted house. We don’t bother telling them it’s not as haunted anymore, mostly. She also tried connecting to the first gollum to pull him back from the light, but couldn’t. Michael was able to connect to him, but said it would be hard to convince him to come back. He’s quite happy in the blissful light. It’s been a few days, and I haven’t heard from the gollum again. I named him Precious. He’ll be back. He’s interdimensional, or a cryptid. I feel terrible about getting rid of his friend, who was trying to show himself to me. I got a little scared and acted hasty. Precious must be so lonely now.

Precious. I drew him from what I saw and the help of Morgen.

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