How to Connect With Your Spirit Guide

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Did you know you have several spirit guides? Everyone does. Some have just a few while some, like my daughter, have 31 (!!). Why she needs so many is anyone’s guess, but she is a teenager so that may be the reason. Perhaps all teens have over 30 guides.

I have many, many people ask me all the time, “Nefer, how can I contact my spirit guides? I don’t have any. No one ever answers me!”

Not true! You DO have spirit guides AND they answer! You just haven’t learned how to listen yet. More on that in another blog post. Here, I want to show you how EASY it is to make an initial connection with your own set of spirit guides.

This comes from a happy accident that happened to me yesterday. This is the type of accident that as it is occurring you don’t realize it’s an accident until you look back on it later.

A couple of weeks ago I had purchased a very nice piece of azurite from a shop that was azurite self promo my picholding their monthly psychic fair. Now, I very seldom go to these things simply because I have no need, but my daughter wanted her cards read so I took her since there is NO WAY she would EVER go to MOM for a card reading! Oh, perish the thought!!

I was not looking for azurite, but I was looking for a few other stones. I have a piece of tumbled azurite & was happy with it so I didn’t need a new piece, or so I thought. As I passed it by one piece really caught my eye. It wasn’t as pretty as two out of the four additional pieces they had on display, but there was just something about it. I guess I was picking up on its energy.

I picked it up & the second I did it felt like something within the stone latched onto me. It didn’t want to release my hand & the azurite felt like it was glued to my palm. I pulled it out of my hand with my right hand, but that didn’t work either because then it just attached itself to my right palm. I figured OK, fine. I guess this means you’re going home with me. I bought the darn thing & took it home.

I did what you regularly do with new stones. I cleansed it in a mild solution of spring water with a tiny pinch of sea salt (never use much salt as that can ruin many of the more delicate stones, just FYI – a tiny pinch is all you need because you’re working with the salt’s energy signature, not the salt itself). I then set it out under the full moon (this purchase had good timing) to further cleanse. The next day I left it out in the sun for a few hours in a new solution of just spring water asking Father Ra to charge it for use with my third eye and crown chakras in particular.

I placed the azurite with my other favorite pieces and there it sat for about 10 days looking pretty.

Yesterday afternoon after a day of doing 3 readings and feeling a bit drained I decided to use my new azurite to balance my crown and third eye chakras. This is a very simple process. Other stones you can use are: amethyst (the darker, the better), rose quartz (this is best for connecting with your angels), and clear quartz.

What I do is as follows:

  • I hold the stone in my LEFT hand. You take energy IN through the left side & send it OUT through the right side.
  • I focused on my angels & spirit guides asking them to bless &work through the azurite to cleanse and balance my crown chakra first.
  • I then carefully balanced the piece of azurite on the top of my head, which is the location of the crown chakra.
  • I took three deep, slow breaths.
  • Next, I held the azurite in my left hand against my third eye chakra (located in the center of your forehead just above the bridge of your nose).
  • Again, I took three deep, slow breaths.

As I was about to put the azurite back on my altar with it still held against my third eye chakra I felt something amazing. It was as if a bolt of energy entered the azurite and then zapped me right through my third eye! I felt the bolt go clear to the back of my head and OUT. I nearly fell backwards!

I put the azurite back on my altar and immediately sat down because the room was tilted at about a 30 degree angle from my perspective. I quickly regained my composure and felt fine. I filed the experience in the over-stuffed “Gee, Wasn’t That Weird!” file and went about my day.

Fast forward to about 4 hours later. It was time to drive my daughter to work.

I don’t bother with the radio for such a drive. I’m about to pull out of the parking lot into traffic when I hear a male voice coming from the passenger seat of my car. I’m the only one in the car with the a/c on & windows closed.

The voice tells me in a very calm matter-of-fact tone: “You should turn the radio on because they’re about to play David Bowie.” I figured NO because The Eagle in Houston basically sucks & they don’t play Bowie. But you know how it is. You hear a strange voice & first you freak out, then you figure well maybe I ought to turn on the radio. I do so & hear the concluding strains of some crap song & then FAME comes on!!!!

It was all I could do to not run my car off the road in shock!

I can tell you the voice belonged to a man & he sounded to be in his late 40s, maybe early 50s. Mature-sounding. He had a typical American accent so he may have been from the Midwest, which is considered the ideal American accent to have.
Once the song started up & I avoided wrecking my car from the shock, I did ask him who he was. All he said was “Shh!” I was like, “well, then!”
My impression at the time was that he didn’t want us talking over the song, then by the time I pulled into my driveway right after “Fame” concluded Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” came on. That’s my 2nd favorite song by them so I was rocking out in my driveway. I probably scared him away with my brand of “singing.”

Today the new guide’s been a bit chatty. He tells me his name is Roger & he has already apologized 4 times for NOT being David Bowie, which strikes me as being really funny. A spirit guide named Roger! Not very exotic. No Native American Shaman, or ancient Egyptian high priest, or even a teacher from the past. He said, and I quote because it’s just too dang funny:

“I’m just plain ‘ol Roger. There’s nothing spectacularly special about me. I was just hanging around & someone said hey! Wanna be a guide? I figured that sounded interesting so I said yes & here I am! I’m also very sorry to be so disappointing right off the bat like this. I am not David Bowie, but he’ll be around. You can’t see me, but as I say that I’m winking at you.”

I received this message in a brief session of automatic writing. My new guide signed it:

“Just Plain ‘Ol Roger”

Poor Roger! I feel bad for him! I guess that the method I used to connect with my new piece of azurite basically turned out to be like rubbing a genie’s bottle, but instead of some great powerful genie, Plain ‘Ol Roger popped out!

Try my method and let me know if it works for you. A more detailed method has a page dedicated to it at my website so do check it out. And remember, whenever you attempt to connect with your spirit guides or angels, ALWAYS call on some form of spiritual protection FIRST – even after regular contact has been established. The reason behind this is that lower spirits will attempt to masquerade as higher spirits in their attempt to mislead you. You can easily avoid this by calling on some form of spiritual protection first. Secondly, keep trying! Do not give up. It took me about four months before I noticed anything and then my guides at first only spoke to me in my dreams. Now they are seldom quiet. Sometimes I think I’m a good example of that old saying, “be careful what you ask for.” So do be careful. Remember, protection first EVERY time, and if you at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. It’ll happen eventually.

 

 

 

Ghostly Visitors

Our house.
Our house.

When we purchased our house 12 years ago I was told by a psychic that it was a spiritual highway. She said many spirits would be seen, but not to worry as they were merely passing through and wouldn’t stay. She also stressed that our house was very well protected due to the energy I had around it.

Our house was brand new, built on virgin land (there had formerly been a pine forest here) & we were the first owners. I figured the psychic was wrong, but as my daughter grew older I found out how correct she had been.

My daughter was 4 when we moved from Corpus Christi, Texas to the Houston area. I never knew until she was around 12 that she regularly saw entities in her bedroom at all times of the day and night.

She began telling me about her experiences once she fully realized I had a strong interest in the paranormal. I never wanted to unduly influence my child so I never taught her to read tarot cards (I did try when she was 12, but she showed me she already knew so I handed her the deck & instructed her to have fun with it & she’s been reading tarot ever since), but I discuss angels with her and how important it is to call on them as our spiritual friends, especially in times of trouble. I also taught her about reincarnation, but nothing about the paranormal. She’s an only child and I didn’t want her to grow fearful of sleeping by herself in her room so I was always very careful as to what type of spiritual information I shared with her.

One day I was watching “Ghost Hunters” and she walked into the room and asked what it was about. Since I don’t find their show frightening at all I allowed her to watch it with me. Once it was over she began telling me about things she has seen in her room, which run the gambit. A few of the many examples are:

A lady in Victorian dress who walked in from my daughter’s bathroom, made eye contact

Victorian woman playing the piano. Image by Patrisyu. Image # 100265938 at freedigitalphotos.net
Victorian woman playing the piano. Image by Patrisyu. Image # 100265938 at freedigitalphotos.net

with her, then appeared to pick something up from the floor & place it in my daughter’s trash can. She then gave my child a reproachful look before walking toward and through the exterior wall of my daughter’s bedroom. I explained to my daughter that spirit was trying to encourage her to clean her room! My child is very messy so even the ghosts disapprove.

Another time she heard movement in her bathroom, which is attached to her bedroom and has a connecting door. She went in to take a look and saw a figure in a white hooded cloak with only two holes cut for eyes. She couldn’t see any eyes. The holes only showed blackness. She was 15 when this occurred and by then full of herself so she told it to go away and it did. I always told her if you see something you don’t like tell it to leave & tell it it has no right to be in YOUR house. She took my advice. Later when we were watching some movie about the South she exclaimed while pointing at a cloaked figure of the KKK, “Mom! That’s what I saw in my bathroom that one time! I’m glad I told it to leave!” Yeah, it’s NOT cool to have members of the KKK hanging out in your child’s bathroom.

Several times, but only at night with the lights off, upon going to bed she has seen small lights of blue, red, yellow, and green flitting around her room. We believe those to be fairies, but we can’t be sure.

A Strange Creature

The strangest incident occurred two years ago when my daughter was 14. She doesn’t read fairy tales and I’ve never read them to her, though she has seen the Disney movies. It’s possible she got this image from a movie, but I really don’t think so merely because her description was so highly detailed and it didn’t seem to match anything with which she was familiar at the time.

She was in her bathroom and thought she heard a noise. She looked through the doorway into her room and saw a strange creature touching some items she had out on her bed. The creature had its back to her so my daughter had plenty of time to get a really good look at it.

She described the creature as having hair all over it that resembled short dog fur, but not as thick. The creature’s color was a very dark brown like the color of tree bark. It had two small pointy ears on the top of its head with small tufts of fur protruding from them. There was a long tail. It stood on two legs and they looked like the legs of a horse and the creature’s feet were hooves.

The creature was wearing some sort of loose-fitting tunic that was also brownish in color and very close to the same color as the creature. Over its left shoulder it had a long leather strap to which a small leather pouch was attached that rested on the creature’s right hip. The pouch had a flap serving as a cover and appeared to be full of small items of various shapes. The creature also wore a belt and within the belt was tucked what looked like a small flute that rested against the back side of the pouch.

My daughter says she watched the creature for at least a good five minutes until she became stiff from standing so still. So she cleared her throat. The creature jumped, obviously startled. It spun around and saw my child at which point the creature looked completely frightened and disappeared right in front of her, but not before my daughter could see additional facial features and realize the creature was following the same path the Victorian woman had taken a few years prior to this incident as it started to run toward the exterior wall of her bedroom as it disappeared right in front of her. My daughter described its disappearing act as “an obvious cloaking device”.  Thank you, Gene Roddenberry and “Star Trek.”

She was able to see the creature face to face briefly. The creature’s face was hairless except for a small beard and it had the features of a man.

Photo & costume (C) Lindsey Burcar, 2012. Deviantart.com image http://fav.me/d51rpmd
Photo & costume (C) Lindsey Burcar, 2012. Deviantart.com image http://fav.me/d51rpmd. Note that this satyr has a leather pouch much like the one my daughter saw.

I believe what she saw was a satyr, a supposedly mythological creature of the forest and one of the ways the god Pan is depicted in art. I have always believed them to be real, as well as elves and gnomes based upon an experience I had as a teenager, so why not satyrs? I searched the internet and found a picture and showed it to my daughter. She excitedly exclaimed it was exactly what she saw. Could it have been Pan Himself? I guess we’ll never know, but I’m glad my daughter saw it because she now knows what I have known since I was 14 and had a similar experience. Creatures of fairy tale aren’t so made-up and make-believe after all. Satyrs, elves and gnomes do exist, but they have been hidden from our sight just as most spirits also remain hidden as they walk the shadows between our world and the next.

Wishing you many blessings!

Nefer Khepri, PhD, R. M-T.

Author of The Egyptian Lenormand (Schiffer Books, 2015)

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My UFO Sighting

Have you ever seen a UFO? A UFO is simply an “unidentified flying object.” It can be anything. Classified as a UFO does not automatically indicate the craft is extraterrestrial. It can be a weather balloon, a misidentified plane or helicopter, or even a mirage or some other trick of the eye. Yet, there are cases reported around the world and plenty of photographic and video evidence for metallic round or cigar-shaped objects that cannot be explained.

I saw a UFO when I was ten years old.

The Cast of the original Star Trek series.
The Cast of the original Star Trek series.

At the time I was heavily into “Star Trek,” which had just began to run in syndication. A friend and I were roller-skating on a side street half a block from my house. She was a year younger.

It was a typical northern Illinois summer day: bright full sun, not a cloud in the sky, and hot.

I wasn’t too keen on roller-skating because I wasn’t very good at it so I basically kept my eyes on the sidewalk directly in front of me. As I was looking down I could see a large shadow suddenly appear that encompassed the sidewalk, the street, and the front yard of the houses on either side of the street. This caused me to bring my gaze upward wondering what was creating the shadow.

That’s when I saw it. My ten year old mind just went blank. I was looking at something that made NO sense to me whatsoever. I tried to tell myself it was plane, but it was hovering over a house. It did not exhibit any movement, nor did it make any sound whatsoever. It just hung there.

The craft was larger than the house, which was the largest house on the block so I’d estimate the craft was approximately 1500 square feet in diameter. It just hung there in the air. I had stopped skating. My friend who was directly behind me bumped into me. As she said something to me all I did was point up. She looked and there was just silence.

I have no idea how long we stood there gawking at the UFO. Perhaps it was mere seconds, maybe minutes. All I knew was that this image I was seeing did not compute. My brain kept telling me “that’s a plane, it must be!” But it was no plane. What type of plane is circular without any windows or external markings?

As we stood there and I realized what we were looking at I turned to my friend and jokingly said, “Hey, maybe Scottie will beam us up if we can get his attention.” So like dumb kids will do stupid things we began screaming & waving at the craft.

Thankfully, we were not beamed up. Instead, the craft was there one second, we began screaming and waving at it and then it simply wasn’t there. I didn’t know about wormholes at the time, but I figure the craft either slipped into one or had some other method of traveling interdimensionally.

When the UFO disappeared that’s when it no longer was a game. We both started screaming in fright at that point. We roller-skated as fast as we could back to my house and rolled into the house still wearing the skates and screaming at my mom that we had just seen a UFO.

And, that, in a nutshell is my UFO story. If you have one, feel free to share in the comments below.

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Attracting Stray Spirits: Sandalwood, Frankincense & Myrrh

Anniversary # 18, but at a different restaurant.
Anniversary # 18, but at a different restaurant.

Here is another example of me minding my own business & suddenly, out of nowhere & without warning, weirdness strikes.

My husband & I went to eat at Babin’s, which is a Cajun-style seafood place. Neither of us had ever been there before, but we had been wanting to try it for a long time so with hungry tummies there we were.

Babin’s is a very nice looking establishment, very homey feeling. As soon as we walked in I could just feel the positive energy rush up to greet me. It was a bit, well, weird. Not that I’m unaccustomed to feeling energy in public places (oh heck no, I feel it ALL. THE. TIME & much of the time it’s not good). It’s just very rare for the energy to rush up, get in your face and go, “hi, there!”

I immediately thought, “Oh, ok. There’s a lovely, friendly spirit here. Nice to meet you.”

I could then feel the energy move along with us as we walked further into the restaurant as though it was escorting us inside. There is a long narrow entryway that runs about 60 feet or so before you reach the hostess. Immediately beyond that is one of the most beautiful and inviting waiting areas I have ever seen. There were 3 – 4 small tables with chairs and a running fountain. The floor is flagstone or stone tile and the walls are brick.

Babins' waiting area. Picture from the internet.
Babins’ waiting area. Picture from the internet.

What struck me most as we waited for the young lady to seat us (there was no wait since we went early to dinner so it was just about 5:00 PM) was the lovely scent of incense that wafted in the waiting area. I even remarked on it to my husband and the young lady who seated us.

I guess I should have figured something wasn’t quite right when she and my husband both gave me a strange look. In my line of work you get used to that out in public or among extended family so I’m forever discounting it. I went into automatic “ignore” mode so thought nothing of their attitude – until the next day, that is.

We had a lovely dinner. The food was awesome. Our server Trevor was great, very friendly and he and my husband hit it off immediately. My husband was wearing one of his Arizona Cardinals football jerseys & Trevor just happened to be a fan. They had the nerve to talk football at the table for a good 5 minutes. FIVE MINUTES. I kid you not! No, I am not a football fan unless you happen to be a Northwestern Wildcat. Love my Wildcats!

Once dinner was over we took the same route we had into the restaurant. As we walked through the waiting area once again I could smell the incense. I said to my husband, “isn’t that a lovely smell? It’s a mixture of sandalwood, frankincense and myrrh.” Once again I got the “weird” look and no comment. That’s my husband for you. I’m used to that.

Fast forward to a few hours later and it’s bedtime. I’m in my bathroom getting ready for bed when suddenly –

… *** sniff ***  … *** sniff *** …

What IS that?

Why, it just happens to be incense!

You figure in my house, that’s normal, BUT, only in the mornings. You see, my husband is allergic so I never can burn incense later in the day because if it’s lingering in the air all he does all evening long is sneeze his poor head off. So when I use it I’m sure it’s out by noon, then he has no issues.

I do not keep candles in the bathroom and the scent came upon me suddenly so I can say it wasn’t any soap, shampoo, body powder, or any other scented item we have in the bathroom. It just seemed to waft in through the bathroom door.

I didn’t think much of it at first, to be honest. I was tired and wanted to go to sleep, so we went to sleep.

I awoke at around my usual time to use the restroom. Once you get older you can forget about making it through the entire night, I guess.

As I walked to the toilet again, I could smell the same lovely scent of incense I had smelled in the restaurant. I took a quick mental inventory and realized that the incense I had burned earlier that day was rose. That did not smell anything like what I was currently smelling in my bathroom.

I returned to bed wondering if I had somehow picked up a new “friend.”

It happens.

I go places and spirits can sense that I can feel their presence so they will sometimes come home with me. Most of the time they visit for the rest of the day, then they leave. In all cases these have been positive spirits because I have myself under protection at all times to keep the nasties away so I never worry about picking up something negative and bringing it home.

The next day I wake up (obviously), get ready for my day, have some breakfast, then head for my computer to work on a reading for a client. I have yet to burn any incense and really that day – since I did not have any spells to perform for clients – I had no intention of burning any incense. Suddenly, there it was again. The same delightful mix of sandalwood, frankincense & myrrh!

I walked out of my office and downstairs to get a glass of water and the scent followed me. I went back upstairs and quickly ran back into my office and took a good sniff. I could smell a candle I had burning, but there was no other scent other than the nice smell my office always has due to the candles, oils & herbs I store.

As I sat down in my computer chair suddenly the incense scent was back and it wafted all around me. I was then positive I had a visitor and that it was the energy from the restaurant.

So, I asked it, “what’s your name?”

I did not receive a verbal response other than I could sense laughter, as though the entity was amused it was being directly addressed.

Then I asked, “what do you want?”

Again, no verbal response, but this time I sensed a “swoosh” or wave of energy toward me that hit me all along my back. The most accurate comparison I can make is that it felt like when a child runs up behind you and throws their arms around you in a great big bear hug.

I smelled the incense for the rest of that day, the next, and the day after. My husband could never smell it though he was often in the same room with me when I was able to smell it. I would ask him, “you can’t smell that? It’s so strong!” His reply was, “you need to call the doctor if you’re having phantom smells. You might be stroking out!”

Yes, he’s very helpful that nonbeliever husband of mine.

I never heard or saw any paranormal activity other than the scent and the sensation of being hugged or rushed by energy every once in a while. It always felt nice, welcoming, and friendly so I was never worried.

It took three and a half days for the incense smell to completely leave me; however, every once in a while I will get a nice whiff of it.

Me at Iao Valley State Park, Maui, Hawaii. Nashia is standing behind me, slightly to my left.
Me at Iao Valley State Park, Maui, Hawaii. Nashia is standing behind me, slightly to my left.

I’m not sure what type of entity was hanging out at Babin’s and then decided to follow me home, but it’s not the first time. The most notable time was when my husband and I visited Iao Valley on the Hawaiian Island of Maui in 2011. I met a lovely spirit there by the name of Nashia who asked permission of the spirits of the land there to come home with me. Permission was granted and she has been one of my spirit guides ever since.

I have no idea if this entity will come and go, but as I conclude this blog post you have ONE guess as to what I’m smelling right this minute!

Yep! You guessed it!

Sandalwood, frankincense, & myrrh!

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~ Nefer Khepri, PhD., R. M-T.

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Our Haunted Maui Vacation

Hotel ocean view on Maui
Lana’i Island & beach from our room at the Ashton Mahana on Maui.

Our hotel room in Maui was nearly as exciting as our daily excursions after the first night. We stayed at the Ashton Mahana in Kaanapali, Room # 902.  The first night was quiet enough, and the room was quite comfortable. My husband and I really liked it, with a fantastic ocean-front view. Actually, all rooms at the Ashton Mahana face the ocean.

The second night I woke with a start. I felt as though perhaps I had been touched. I turned to look at my husband, but he was snoring loudly with his back to me, so I knew it wasn’t him. My heart was pounded because something – a touch or perhaps a sound – had woken me abruptly, which meant a trip to the bathroom was in order.

Upon my return to bed I glanced at the clock radio, which read 3:07 AM. I immediately thought about how paranormal things tend to occur at around 3:00 AM, blew it off, and got back into a comfy position in bed. Then I glanced up at the ceiling.

Our room had a white ceiling fan over my side of the bed. The fan had a circular light fixture and five blades. As I looked up at it I couldn’t help but notice a white mist encircling the light fixture. Along the side of the fan nearest the head of the bed the mist was so thick that it was completely obscuring two of the fan’s blades. I could not see either blade through the mist.

I laid there thinking, “well, what is this, then?”

I looked around for a logical explanation first. I glanced over at the kitchenette area, which was about 8 feet to my left along my side of the bed. Along the ceiling in the kitchenette is a large air-conditioning vent. The air-conditioner was running at the time so I immediately thought the mist had been formed by humidity that collected near the ceiling fan, which was in the path of the air-conditioner vent. I laid there happy with that explanation and closed my eyes.

After a few minutes I got the strong urge to look up at the fan again and was surprised to see the white mist now slowly undulating around the five blades of the fan like a giant white boa constrictor. I watched, utterly fascinated. I’m assuming several minutes passed, but I never did look at the clock because I was too busy watching the mist. I tried to wake my husband, who merely grunted and never woke up so I don’t have a witness.

After what I guess to have been around five minutes the mist slowly began to dissipate and it completely disappeared within a few seconds. I went back to sleep wondering if our room was haunted, but I wasn’t afraid since I deal with this type of thing on a daily basis due to the nature of my business.

I told my husband about the mist the next morning. He’s an unbeliever, a Virgo and a born again Southern Baptist, so about as different from me as possible. He lifted an eyebrow and said, “well, maybe the room is haunted.” Then he smiled. I didn’t know if he was serious or just trying to humor me.

The next night I woke again at around 3:00 AM to a clicking sound. The sound was not steady like the ticking of a clock, nor did it sound mechanical to me. It sounded like something was repeatedly coming into contact with a hard surface. The entire floor of this room has ceramic tile so at first I wondered if something on the floor was being moved somehow and clicking against the floor.

The more I listened the more I began convinced the sound was coming from the bathroom. The sink in there is set into a cabinet with a surface covered in ceramic tile. I thought that something we had set on top of the sink was being moved in order to make that clicking sound. Mentally, I went through everything I had put on the sink and realized my razor was there. I always set my razor blade-side down so no one inadvertently cuts themselves on the blade. I realized that if you turned the razor blade side up that you could then place a finger on either edge of the blade and rock the razor back and forth on the sink.

I thought, no, that can’t be what’s making the noise because that would mean some entity was in the bathroom who was able to flip my razor over and then play with it. The clicking went on for about an hour and it kept me awake. Once again, I tried to wake my husband. He did hear the clicking and told ME to go check the bathroom. Gee, thanks a heap fearless husband! I was not about to go look, so I eventually went back to sleep.

The next morning I was the first one out of bed and I went into the bathroom to find my razor not only blade-side up, but on the RIGHT-hand side of the sink. I’m a lefty. I always set my razor down on the LEFT side. I asked my husband if he had moved it in the middle of the night and he swore he never touched it.

The following night upon getting into bed and laying there for about ten minute I heard a “slap, slap, slap” sound coming from the kitchen. I turned to my husband who was now turned facing me. He looked right at me and I said, “do you …” and before I could finish he said, “yeah, it’s in the kitchen now. Go look!”

I replied, “No, you go look!”

Husband, “do you think I’m crazy? I learn from horror movies. Those who look DIE!”

I replied, “So thanks a LOT for telling ME to go look!”

Meanwhile, the slap-slap-slap sound continued and I realized it was the sound of bare feet hitting the tile floor as they walked back and forth from one end of the tiny kitchenette to the other. I think this went on for around 30 minutes, but the last time I looked at the clock 20 minutes had gone by. Then I began to drift off to sleep with the slapping sound continuing on.

The following night we both heard the sound of small items being shifted around in position in both the kitchenette and the bathroom. Whatever this entity was, except for the night I saw it swirling around the ceiling fan, it had never come back into the bedroom portion of our room – something for which my husband was most grateful. When I got up in the morning I couldn’t tell if anything in the kitchen or bathroom had been moved or not, but during the night it sure did sound like items were being shifted around.

The next night was our last night on Maui. Nothing happened. All was quiet.

We got ready for the day and while I was using the sink I shoved the complimentary toiletries out of my way. They had been arranged in a straight line on the left-hand side of the sink. I shoved them further back and now they were in a sloppy triangular formation. I continued washing my face and getting ready. I went back out into the bedroom portion of our room to finish getting dressed. My husband was reading so he never left the bed.

I went back into the bathroom intending to put my make-up on, looked down and was shocked to see the toiletries once again arranged in a perfectly straight line on the left-hand side of the sink. I realized the entity had moved them so out of spite I moved them back into a jumped mess and said, “there you go! You’ve got some house cleaning to do!” Then we left to start our day.

We returned to pack for the plane ride home. I went into the bathroom. Lo and behold, the toiletries were once again arranged in a straight line! So I picked them all up & popped them into my toiletry bag and took them home. Now I have 4 tubs of complimentary hotel bath gel, hand lotion, shampoo and conditioner that have been touched by some mysterious entity.

Upon checking out I described our adventures to the manager and assistant manager. Neither one had ever heard anyone speak of anything paranormal about room 902 or any other room at the Ashton Mahana; however, as one of them pointed out to me, most people would be too afraid of ridicule to admit to having had such an experience so they could not rule out the place being haunted.

The assistant manager had an interesting theory. She said that many places on Maui are “haunted,” but not in the ghostly sense. Spirits of the land make themselves known on a regular basis, especially the Menehune, which are the Hawaiian version of fairies. They are known to be quite mischievous and many do not like messes. She felt that it had been a Menehune who had re-arranged the toiletries, but as to the footsteps and the white mist, she had no explanation.

Looking toward the island of Molokai from Room 902 at the Ashton Mahana on Maui.
Looking toward the island of Molokai from Room 902 at the Ashton Mahana on Maui.

As we left, my husband laughed and said to me, “leave it to you to end in a haunted hotel room.”

Well, I guess so, especially since it’s happened to me before. I doubt this will be the last time. Beautiful ocean views notwithstanding, the ghost was a nice touch! It sure did add some nighttime excitement to our vacation. If we ever do go back to Maui (highly probable since we both LOVE it there), we’re going to stay at the Ashton Mahana again and request the same room. Next time I’ll be bringing some equipment along and hope to catch some evidence of paranormal activity.