~* Silent Footsteps in Sand *~ [with Long Winded Gusts]

Day One-

I exhale and inhale energy of others around me,
the mundane atmosphere where mystical
at times can be perceived on the same runway
as paranormal yet practically a difficult plane
to catch.

Naysayers nod, they want proof-

Since childhood, I've believed and still believe
Spirits do exist and use methods to convey
their presence.

Footsteps in sand, on concrete creep ominously
behind my shadow, merge intricate details-
outline human shapes, trail every move I make.

People mention, they appear as tall men
[some with outstretched plummage]

in observance of my actions and monitor company
I keep along with skittish actions of humans
around me

yet they seem to vanish in blink of an eye-

but orbs remain in cob-webbed corners, underneath
furniture and announce their existence on Earth
when convenient~

for trusted sources have spoken, made mention
they had seen enterouge, *felt* heaviness in air
within rooms occupied~

experienced frigid reminders reality sliced.
Chilled temperatures on humid days.

Spirit or other have thrown stationary objects-

still do when heightened energy from another tries to
verbally attack whether with ill intent or an uncontrollable
outburst takes hold of the person's emotions, property elevates
then soars in their direction.
[My eyes watched it fly and also heard of havoc ensued]

It was communicated clearly, these energies guard
my Sacred space-

Their actions immediately end negative eruptions
as screams make apparent the altercation;
shock echoes with person's eyes opened wide, absent
in speech with ice blue lips, breath an ivory mist.

Jewelry tends to grow legs for I have watched
shiny pieces move from point A to point B.

Watches worn, stopped working within weeks
and wall clocks, ceased hand movement.
[I don't wear a watch to this day]

Heaters~ All of them with plugs, broke
after a few times turned on.
House heater after several replacements,
still dysfunctional. Repairmen did not
have explanation as to why.

Fans~ many bought- each one had to be thrown
into the dumpster. Screws seemed to disappear.
Circulation of air? There was none.
They also just stopped working.

Doors open and close on their own-

Gusts of wind brush my skin, breeze past
though windows always secured.

Batteries bought in bulk, continuously drain
along with cell and cordless phones.
Four bars down to one in a few seconds.
Car battery siphoned on more than several occasions.

Recorders have captured conversations,
questions asked, answers received in verbal cues.

Electrical devices engaged to 'on' from the 'off' mode
[whether plugged in or not, no batteries installed]

with benevolent intentions to initiate conversation
just to let me know of their presence, I'm protected-

and for the record, I'm never alone.