The day started at my son’s soccer game. This was about two years ago. He finished his game around lakeside/Santee, ca area. We were big into randonauting at the time so I suggested we do one from my son’s soccer field for fun. Location was determined and we were on our way. I didn’t notice anything at first but then I did a double take at the map. It was taking us to where my grandpa was buried, 25 minutes away. It wasn’t just the cemetery but the exact spot he was buried. I was getting emotional already, my husband had never been to his spot and it was like he was pulling us there. I have an app on my phone that’s called ghost tracker. I believe in it. I’ve had numerous occasions where it was spot on, with images, very unexplainable. Anyways. We turned that on.
So a little backstory on my grandpa. He was a World War Two pilot and had many failed relationships. One of which was with a woman who considered herself a witch of some kind. According to my mom she concocted a lot of potions and was all sorts of crazy. So we arrive and get to the gravesite. At this point I turn my ghost hunting device on. These are the words that were said that day:
Opening; live; maze; sift; Bony; action; rust; shovel; stuck; red; Brooklyn; zero; grandfather; Sandra; bottles; healer; deformed; temperature; phrase; figure; circle; section; attack
I don’t know about you but I found those words to be scary as fuck. To be honest, there were more words given but they have been lost bc I didn’t take screenshots of everything. One asked for help though I remember. My husband who is usually like, no, with all this was stone faced. It’s hard to describe the randomness of it unless you were there. Like we were waiting to be talked to from the second we started. And a pull. It was like my grandpa was speaking from beyond and asking for help. That’s how I took it.
I loved my grandpa more than anything and he was the coolest, sweetest old man you would ever meet. He was always spiritual, not religious and I inherited a lot of his personal spiritual items; all which come from eastern cultures. He was a fan of Egyptians as evidenced in the glorious statues that grace my courtyard and had numerous eastern artifacts, mostly figurines of different people and creatures from Asia.
He was a man of few words, but when he spoke they were either hilarious or worldly. He was amazing and we had a connection. And that’s why I think he reached out to me from the other side. Just like in my dreams, a week after he passed. I just wish I new how to help him. So if anyone has any advice please let me know! Thanks for reading 😊
The Jane Files 