The Spirits Who Haunt Us
and a Little History of Our Place
We have 2 sets of spirits who lived here many, many years ago.
The first set that I met are the original White owners of this
property. The other set are the Creek Indians who lived here
before the Trail of Tears. We also have a Cheyenne
Dog Soldier, some fairies, and our own relatives
who pop in from time to time.
This land originally was inhabited by the Creek (Muscogee) and Alibamu tribes. The area was, and still is, plentiful of deer, wild turkey, quail, dove, fox, coyotes, and hawks. The land in Alabama where these tribes and others (including the Cherokee) lived, hunted and fished, were "stolen" by the United States Government, under the leadership of General Andrew "Stonewall" Jackson in 1814. The land was divided by the United States Government into 640 acre parcels.
The tribes were forced West, to Oklahoma. The parcels were put on the seller block in 1824. The first buyers of this property (and surrounding properties) were George and Mary Gay, who bought 640 acres in 1860. (Our property is 5 acres of those 640 original acres, and is located in the furtherest SE corner.) They were recorded in the US Federal Census of 1860 as Farmers, with 2 sons, Henry and Aaron. Some of their descendents, our next door neighbors, still live on that property today. The original acreage was divided among descendents. This section of the original acreage was sold, because no Will was written.
Mr. George and Miss Mary
Mr. George was my first visitor. I moved in with my husband in December of 2000. At the time, I didn't realize that seeing "ghosts" was a gift, and the title seeing such ghosts is Medium. We live in a mobilehome, and when you stand in the master bedroom, you can see through the dining room into the laundry room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man of about 30 or 35, curly jet-black hair, with overalls and a white t-shirt, standing in the doorway of the laundry room. I turned around quickly to get a better look, because I thought a person had walked right in our back door!! He "disappeared". The next night I was again in the bedroom, and I saw him in the mirror, again standing in the same place. The look on his face was that of just wanting to see who I was. I think he was surprised that I was able to see him, because it was like a look of surprise, and also of general interest. He "disappeared" when I turned around to look at him.
Once I got my first computer, I looked up the history of this property and also history of this area. It was George Gay. My teenaged daughter (at the time) also saw him. His wife, Miss Mary, showed up a few years later. She is interested in my flowers and my watering them. One night, she was following me around as i was watering my flowerbeds. It spooked me, but by this time, I knew that I could communicate with her. I just told her what kind of flowers they were, and that I hoped she enjoyed them as much as I. I felt like a nut, but she seemed satisfied with whatever I said. She's a little shy, but she did let me see her, and brought fairies with her one time! She wears a long faded blue dress, with an apron of some sort. Her hair is a light brown, long, and put up on top of her head. I haven't seen them lately, but I've told them they're welcome to visit anytime.
My Native American Friends
The second set of live-in spirits are three Creek Indians: Two men and one woman. I truly believe that they protect me and our property. Since I have seen these three, I have "given" this land back to them, and that they can come dance anytime they want to. After all, their lifestyle and the place where they lived, were "stolen".
I ususally see these three appearing above the ground, next to the East edge of our property. They are dressed in regular clothing, not traditional Native American clothing. The man on left is curly black-haired, looks to be 25 to 35; the woman in the middle has greyish hair, pulled back, probably 50 to 60; the man on the right has long almost orangish hair, probably 40 to 50. They have told me, "We 3 are the same in power. No one is greater than the other." One day during Christmas season, 2001, I was very very sick. In my mind, i could see the spirit who stands to the left was fanning me off with cedar, to get me well. He was chanting something, but I couldn't understand it. The other two were standing close by. I don't see them as I used to, but I know they're still hovering close by.
Other Friends and Family
The Cheyenne Dog Soldier came with me from Oklahoma, when my daughter and I moved back to Alabama. He rides a white horse with large black spots, and has his warrior paint on. He never says anything; he just lets me know he's here to watch over me.
I've invited the Fae to live here; I don't see them all the time...but I know the little rascals are here! lol I sense them more than see them.
My husband and I have passed relatives who come to visit also. My husband's grandmother and dad, Miss Cora, Woody; my first husband, Big Jon, and my grandmother (Miranda) and grandfather (Ben) are our most frequent visitors. Gino's granny will get right up under me when I am washing dishes; I tell her if she doesn't move, I'll put her to work!! She'll give me space. LOL!! Gino's dad, Woody, lets his presence be known differently from the others. In life, he had as substance abuse problem. He lets me know he's here by his shadowy figure bumping into the hallway walls, as though he's staggering and can't walk well! My granddaddy, who was a Presbyterian Minister, will come to express disapproval of what I do; I tell HIM to walk on the other side of Heaven if he doesn't like what I'm doing! He'll leave me alone after that. My favorite relative visitor is my own grandmama; her presence is so comforting and so reassuring. I love you, grandmama!!! When my first husband comes, I tell him to leave me alone and go watch over his kids. I'm still mad at him for drinking.