Dedicated with love to my fellow Bostonians…

Boston first called to me when I was five years old. I knew in an instant, the first time I ever heard the word “Boston”, that I was meant to be a New Englander.

My grandfather was sitting in his favorite chair listening to his old fashioned radio as the Kansas City Royals, our home team, was getting ready to play. I was sitting on the living room floor looking at picture books, lost in my own world until something the announcer said piqued my attention. “Who are the Royals playing, Grandpa?” I asked.

“I think they are playing the Boston Red Sox,” he answered.

“Oh. I’m going to go there someday,” I casually announced before going back to my books. That deep, instantaneous knowing stuck with me for the next thirteen years. In my heart there was never a question about it. It was my purpose to go to Boston.

No one in my family had ever lived or vacationed in Boston. In fact, only one uncle had ever even passed through New England and that was a single time as a truck driver. There was no earthly tie to draw me there. It was distinctly spiritual.

I’ve had a strong connection to the spirit realm ever since I can remember. It was not up for discussion in my family’s home, however, being from the Bible belt and all. In my childhood I was not allowed to watch shows or movies that included anything paranormal. But, I was drawn to it with a fierce curiosity because I felt the need to understand what I was seeing, hearing, feeling and sensing. All I could do was observe my experiences, keep note of them until I could find resources that could help me sort it all out. That did not come for a very long time, but by then I had a wealth of experiences to map together, like a detective solving a mystery, only I was investigating myself. Strange, I know. But, there was this one very Christian part of me and then there was this other part. Was I a psychic? Was I a medium? Was I schizophrenic? I needed to get to the bottom of it.

Shortly after my high school graduation I was on a plane, moving to Boston. There is no way to describe the circumstances other than divine intervention. But, I will tell that story another day, because there is something else heavy on my mind that I feel an urgency to write.

Upon my arrival in Boston, my paranormal experiences intensified greatly. One such experience was my first visit to Fenway Park. It was dizzying. I felt kicked out of my own skin, left to float among the spirits of all those who had been there before and had passed to the other side. I could see apparitions of people from long ago, in outfits from nearly every era of the past century. They were all enjoying themselves. It was a good energy, but unnerving for me to be experiencing it. The layers upon layers of history are so heavy there. I have wondered often since then if Fenway is actually a portal for time travelers.

On April 18 of this year, I was there again with several family members. It was school vacation week and they had a great special – 4 tickets, 4 hot dogs and 4 drinks for $99. Awesome deal! Eight of us went. I was a little apprehensive ahead of time, because I’ve had so many other-worldly experiences at Fenway and I wasn’t sure what I might encounter. On the day of the game I took extra time to meditate, center my energy and clear out any negative thoughts. It worked! Or so I thought. The game was a lot of fun, the Sox won in epic fashion, and I didn’t have any strange occurrences. Until the next morning.

I woke up in a horrible mood. My thoughts were angry and antagonistic, everyone and everything was incredibly annoying, nothing was any good. And there was absolutely no reason for it. My saving grace was this – through my self-investigation work I discovered that such occurrences typically mean the presence or attachment of something spiritually negative. Something had hitched a ride home with me from Fenway.

Now that I recognized it, I cleared my headspace, and got out of the house into the sunshine with a positive intent, not giving any more attention to the invisible hitchhiker. Negativity can’t thrive in a positive environment. It will flee. Soon enough, I forgot all about it, having purposefully changed my attitude.

The morning after that I was completely back to normal and hadn’t given it any more thought at all. It was then that the attachment finally let go. How do I know? I was standing at the coffee maker when I suddenly felt a burning sensation just under my right collarbone. I looked down and there was a wide red scratch across my skin. The hitchhiker was not happy about being evicted, nonetheless it left. Upon its departure, it spitefully told me something I did not want to believe. It was absurd, really. So much so, that it couldn’t possibly be true. So, I dismissed it. At least, I tried.

Entities are attracted to light. The energy at Fenway and at other venues where masses of people are cheering, happy and excited, will naturally shine like a lighthouse in the unseen world. As an individual that strives to live in the light, I’m not surprised at having attracted a spiritual parasite. It has happened before, more than once. Luckily, I know what to do and do not let myself get freaked out over it. That only worsens the situation.

My reason for telling this story now is this….and I realize how crazy this may sound….but, if you witnessed the stunning collapse of this year’s historic Boston Bruins team and last night’s (May 1) freakish loss of the Boston Celtics in the final seconds of the game after they seemed so calm and collected all night, this may actually give you pause.

“SatanCon” was hosted in Boston this past weekend. Outside the location there were protests by Christians and lightworkers. I felt like protesting, too, but in the end I decided to not give the darkness the attention it craved. I’ve learned the hard way and will tell those stories another time.

What can happen when two opposing spiritual forces clash, is a vortex will open, allowing entities to pass freely between other worlds and our world. They will naturally be drawn to the brightest lights. What are the brightest lights in Boston at present? The Boston Bruins (before their game 7 defeat) and the Boston Celtics, both at TD Garden.

That thing the invisible hitchhiker told me that I didn’t want to believe was that the Boston Bruins were going to lose. The one time a negative spirit actually told the truth had to be that one. Really? Ugh.

My Dear Boston, this can be corrected. And it can be done before the Celtics travel that same ugly road. It can be done before other havoc is wreaked, much worse than a lost championship. Good wins over evil every time. We just have to choose it. WE have to CHOOSE it collectively.

Be kind. Do kind things. Think kind things. Purposefully change your attitude for the better, more positive, and show it. Be kind to yourself, too. If you mess up, don’t dwell on it, just be more aware so you can do better next time. Choose love above all! Even, and perhaps especially, in the midst of Boston traffic.

And if the 76ers win this series, love them, too, along with our own mighty awesome Celtics.

Darkness has no place in Boston. This city holds the origins of the true, passionate American spirit. This city is a beacon of light for the whole world. Be a Bostonian! Be a light!

You may never know how far your light reaches, but someone somewhere will know. Either in this world or in one beyond.