I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d blog about Olivia Newton-John again. However, as it turns out, this entry isn’t really about her. Let me explain.
While browsing through an array of Olivia Newton-John videos on YouTube, I was searching for something lighthearted—a cheesy, funny music video, similar to one I’d included in an earlier post. Instead, I stumbled upon the video for "Magic" from her Xanadu soundtrack. As soon as the lyrics began, I felt an unexpected connection. The song reminded me of my spirit friend.[1]. The lyrics are essentially his words to me[2].
In a previous blog entry, I mentioned that I had finally rid myself of my spirit friend. Alas, that wasn’t entirely true. He never actually left. Instead, he stayed quietly in the background, trailing me from room to room and even accompanying me when I ventured out of the house.
After performing a second home cleansing and purification ceremony, I suspected he was still here. The signs were unmistakable: pinpricks of light, delicate web-like flashes, and wispy shadows—sometimes appearing all at once. These are the ways he reveals himself to me. Despite knowing this, I chose to ignore his presence, mostly out of frustration. The fact that he lingered after everything I’d done was exasperating. And yes, as I’ve mentioned before, this spirit is male. A local medium named Heather, who co-owns a metaphysical store in town, has been helping me navigate this experience. During her visit to my home, she communicated with my spirit friend and uncovered fascinating details about his connection to me. According to Heather, this spirit and I have been linked through several past lives. Now, he has returned, existing in spirit form while I remain in physical form.
What startled me most was the deeply personal information he revealed to her—details about my life from years ago that Heather couldn’t have possibly known beforehand. He shared these insights with her, along with much more, leaving me shaken. It was overwhelming to process.
Heather explained that spirits exist both here with us and simultaneously in another dimension—present but not entirely present. Though I’m no stranger to paranormal encounters, her description of how spirits operate left my head spinning.
As I’ve mentioned, my spirit friend continues to linger despite my efforts to ask him to leave. Based on everything I’ve read in my growing collection of metaphysical books—and from what Heather has told me—simply asking a spirit to depart, especially if they’ve expressed a willingness to do so, should be enough to reduce or resolve the activity. Yet, as the days passed—and now weeks later—he remains, engaging in his familiar mischievous antics and poltergeist-like behaviors.
Amid all this, I’ve also been working with a shamanic masseuse named Anthony, who has offered additional insights into my situation. Anthony believes that because my spirit friend has already crossed over, he is now a higher-vibrating spirit with the potential to do good—and perhaps even act as a "spirit guide," if he isn’t already one.
It’s hard to determine, though, given how overt and paranormal his interactions with me have been. I always assumed spirit guides were meant to be subtler than this. Then again, this is all new territory for me. Both Heather and Anthony are puzzled by my spirit friend's behavior, which Anthony describes as that of an "adolescent spirit." Despite his mischievous tendencies, my spirit friend remains kind and, as I’ve mentioned before, even does favors for me and my cats.
Still, the creep factor of having certain things mysteriously done for me can be overwhelming at times. After all, these acts are carried out by someone who exists outside the physical realm.
With that in mind, I want to share the most striking example of poltergeist activity my spirit friend has demonstrated so far.
The Unbearable Horror of a Window Fan
Part 1: A Certain Someone
On Saturday, September 4, I decided it was time to stop hiding at home and face the world, despite a humiliating and unfortunate incident that had occurred between me and someone I’ll refer to as CS.
After not seeing CS for months, I unexpectedly ran into him twice within a 20-minute span in two completely different parts of town. I’m almost certain my spirit friend orchestrated these encounters, as if to show me that CS wasn’t the person I thought he was.
It wasn’t that CS did anything overtly repugnant during these chance meetings. But there was an unmistakable shift in the energy I felt, particularly during the second encounter. It hit me like a punch to the gut. Nothing about seeing him felt comforting or reassuring.
I could sense that CS was agitated—even unnerved—by our encounters, and this realization devastated me. A few days later, I received confirmation of his agitation in a way that felt humiliating and overly dramatic.
This brings me to another incident involving my spirit friend and CS, one that occurred before I ran into him. While I was composing an email to CS—a sort of closure-seeking message—my spirit friend began rattling and moving objects in my office and bedroom. The intensity and repetition of his actions were so startling that it completely spooked me and my cats.
“Let me finish writing this!” I shouted, determined to complete and send the email to CS. While my spirit friend is usually active, I had never experienced such relentless paranormal interference before. There was a clear and focused determination in his actions, as if he was trying to pull my attention away from the email.
By this point, I was too frustrated to care about his ghostly antics—or rather, his warnings, as I now realize that’s exactly what they were. I plugged in my headphones and tried to block out the disturbances, intent on finishing what I had started.
Looking back, I’ve come to appreciate that my spirit friend was trying to protect me. He knew that writing and sending that email would lead to something devastating, and he was doing everything in his power to stop me.
Part 2: Retail Therapy
So, on that Saturday afternoon earlier this month, after the fallout from sending that ill-fated email to CS and weeks of unsettling paranormal activity courtesy of my spirit companion, I decided to soothe my wounded heart with some retail therapy.
Just because CS happened to live in the same town as me didn’t mean I was going to spend my life sequestered in shame in my little cape house. I refused to let his inability to take responsibility for his actions dictate my life. It wasn’t my fault that he lacked the courage and decency to make peace with me and move on. To paraphrase Ani DiFranco's song: Fuck him and his untouchable face.
I decided to step out looking my absolute best, embracing my own Mod-Goth fashion sense. I wore a vintage-inspired dress from Anthropologie, paired with black Doc Martens and black lace stockings. I wasn’t just going out—I was reclaiming my presence in the world.
First, I headed to Old Gold, one of my favorite local stores known for its “eclectic vintage” clothing. While browsing, I found some beautiful vintage lingerie and decided to treat myself. The owner, to my surprise, was incredibly generous and gave me an excellent—and completely unexpected—discount.
Next, I stopped by several new age stores to pick up some crystals, primarily for purification and protection. I selected hematite, amethyst, opal, malachite, and a few others. At another shop, I treated myself to some new makeup.
Afterward, I strolled along Church Street, soaking in the sunlight and the lively crowd, letting the day unfold at its own pace. Then came my largest purchase of the day—I headed out of town to Small Dog Electronics, the Apple store, and bought a new iMac. By the time I got home, I felt revitalized, my spirits lifted by the day’s indulgences, especially the excitement of setting up my new computer.
Part 3: Paranormal Favors
When I arrived home, I carried the shopping bag with the vintage lingerie upstairs to my bedroom. That’s when I noticed it…
First, A Quick Back Story
Allow me to set the stage for the poltergeist activity my spirit friend exhibited by first describing the circumstances prior to my shopping spree. Around the beginning of July, a major heatwave hit Burlington. The oppressive heat was relentless, so much so that I often walked around bra-less, wearing nothing more than an ice-cold damp T-shirt to keep cool. Eventually, I gave in and purchased a couple of extra window fans to survive the heat.
I installed one of the new fans in a bedroom window, securing and plugging it in, where it stayed untouched until September 4.
The week leading up to my shopping spree on September 4, Vermont was once again in the grips of a heatwave. I remember saying aloud to myself repeatedly that by Saturday, the forecast predicted cooler weather. It became a sort of mantra, a pep talk to help me endure just a few more days of unbearable heat. I must have said it at least half a dozen times over the course of the week.
On the morning of September 4, I woke up to a chill in the air. Standing in front of the window with the fan still running, I thought to myself, I can put away the fan now, knowing I’d likely take care of it later that weekend. For the time being, I left it in place, enjoying the refreshing cool air as a welcome relief from the suffocating heat of the prior weeks.
What happened next would mark a turning point in how I understood my spirit friend's abilities.
As I entered the bedroom and placed the shopping bag on the floor that cool Saturday afternoon, I froze in disbelief. The fan, which had been securely in the window all summer, was no longer there. It now lay on the floor, three feet away from the window, face up. What struck me most—beyond the fact that it had somehow moved so far from its original spot—was the neatly coiled cord lying beside it, arranged in a perfect spiral.
It was as if my spirit friend was trying to say, "It’s ready to be stored away for the season." (See the before-and-after photos of the fan at the beginning of this post.)
After taking a few deep breaths and shaking my head, I muttered several expletives under my breath. Addressing my spirit friend directly, I said, “Magic Man, Magic Man! This is too much!” I thanked him for taking the initiative to remove the fan from the window but firmly told him he needed to tone it down.
Part 4: Boundaries, Persistence, Surrender
So far, my experience with him has been that he usually complies with such requests—at least temporarily. But inevitably, when the quiet stretches too long, he grows restless and begins showing off his poltergeist talents again.
Feeling uncertain about what kind of entity I was dealing with, I decided to sleep at my neighbors’ house across the street that night—and for the following three days. But sleeping there turned out to be worse than staying in my own bed. True to form, my spirit friend followed me. He invaded my dreams each night, pleading with me to come back home and insisting, in no uncertain terms, that he was not leaving me. Ever.
Most nights, he seduced me through dreams, his passion and love for me on full display as he tried to entice me back. On several occasions, he even manifested in the bedroom I was staying in, reminding me of his presence and persistence. Finally, after days of this unrelenting behavior, I relented. He promised he wouldn’t harm me, and I agreed to return home.
So here I am, blogging once again about this persistent spirit who refuses to leave. He lives with me, does favors for me (and my cats), engages in mischief purely for his own amusement, and yes—still gets into bed with me. I’ve surrendered to my circumstances, learning to coexist with him and adapt to this new way of being.
At the same time, I am trying to maintain strong boundaries, though his seductive power remains utterly intoxicating. I remind myself to be assertive whenever he provokes me, but at the end of the day, it’s clear that he is the one in control of the situation.
Notes
[1] It was early days of my getting to know Hans and at this point I had been interchangeably calling him Magic Man (adopted from the Heart song), the entity, and spirit friend.
[2] 'Magic' Lyrics below. Come take my hand You should know me I’ve always been in your mind You know that I’ll be kind I’ll be guiding you Building your dream Has to start now There’s no other road to take You won’t make a mistake I’ll be guiding you You have to believe we are magic Nothing can stand in our way You have to believe we are magic Don’t let your aim ever stray And if all your hopes survive Your destiny will arrive I’ll bring all your dreams alive For you From where I stand You are home free The planets align so rare There’s promise in the air And I’m guiding you Through every turn I’ll be near you I’ll come anytime you call I’ll catch you when you fall I’ll be guiding you You have to believe we are magic Nothing can stand in our way You have to believe we are magic Don’t let your aim ever stray And if all your hopes survive Your destiny will arrive I’ll bring all your dreams alive For you
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