Keepers of the Silver Lantern
Keepers Of The Silver Lantern
We walk gently between worlds, compassionately guiding spirits home
We walk gently between worlds, compassionately guiding spirits home
Woman in Pioneer Village
A few years ago, I went on a haunted walk at a local pioneer village. It was October, and I loved every minute of it. Then my friend suddenly said, "Oh my God... there's a spirit. She's walking down the stairs and standing right behind you." That moment stayed with me.
Yesterday, I returned to that same village. This time, instead of fear, I approached with compassion. I connected with the woman who had lingered there and listened as she shared her story. She showed me unimaginable grief, and all she wanted was to be heard.
Today, I was able to help her cross over. I told her, "I hear your story. I see your pain. I see the horrors you endured." I surrounded her with love, compassion, and peace, and she was finally able to move forward, to join her children she had been searching for —no longer trapped between worlds.
Moments like these remind me why I do this work. It isn't about ghosts or fear. It's about witnessing, healing, and helping souls find the peace they deserve. I'll carry a small part of her story with me always.
Cottage in Parry Sound
I recently visited a friend's cottage where, in the middle of the night, I woke to see a woman dressed in black standing in the room. I won't lie—I was terrified. My first thought was that I had encountered a "dark spirit."
But the next day, something about that experience kept pulling at me. Instead of accepting what I had seen at face value, I chose to connect with her through intuition and compassion.
What I came to understand was very different from what I had first believed. My impression was that she wasn't dark or evil at all. She was trapped in overwhelming grief, carrying guilt over her son's accidental death and unable to forgive herself or move forward. For what felt like centuries, she had remained stuck, reliving that pain over and over.
That experience changed the way I view the unseen world. Sometimes what we perceive as "dark" is simply a soul carrying unimaginable pain, waiting for someone to meet them with compassion instead of fear.