Both my husband and myself like to travel and visit new places. We also prefer to stay in self catered accomodation. This is usually a country cottage or similar.

One of my criteria for choosing the place is by looking at the photographs that are posted regarding the dwelling.

If I find too many ghosts/discarnates/nature spirits in a house, I will not book it.
I have seen some wonderful houses etc, but with too many non-physical occupants also in habitation.

One February, I booked an old large house in the French countryside which was surrounded by woodland and had a waterfall and stream running at the back of the place. This area turned out to be wall to wall spirit - with even a bit more in-between!

Idyllic? Not for someone who is a sensitive to this phenomena. It can sometimes be a bit intrusive.

The area had a long and colourful history and was a important town in medieval times . In nearer times, it had been occupied by German soldiers during the second world war. Then, was liberated by American soldiers after a lot of lives were lost.

It snowed all the way to the place and the area looked so beautiful covered in snow. When I arrived there, wow, the atmosphere was so thick it could be cut like a knife. I felt completely scrutinised all the time. The night was particularly oppressive for me, as if I was the centre of attention, which I obviously was. twitch

I have to confess, after two days, we invited my-in-laws to stay with us for the rest of the week. This increase in physical people, seemed to take a bit of interest off me. whew!

While I was there, I was visited during the night by Discarnate German and American soldiers and fairy folk as well, who asked me “Who are you”?

Whilst in the house, the sound of the old air raid sirens could be heard outside now and then - remnants of what I believed to be residual energy from long gone, turbulent, violent days.

One day, I visited a high hill, which was held(62 years before) successfully by an American infantry unit, but with heavy loss of lives. It started to snow quite heavily and I really wanted to get to the top. As I made my way up the hill, the snow started swirling all around me, I had a feeling I should not go there. I happened to look down and saw a fresh , crisp, boot print in the snow. I stopped . There was no other person around at all, my husband was waiting in the car at the bottom of the hill. The boot print looked as if someone had just walked right in front of me, unusually - there was only one print!

I decided to go no further, and returned back to the warmth of the car.

I took many photographs from that trip. I was rewarded by many photographs of both discarnates and nature spirits.

Interesting place!
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