The Final installment of our 3-part conversation with Andrea!
Included within:
More Hospital Ghost stories!
PTSD for us mere mortals after the tragic Leviathan II boat accident.
Where is the rectal!??? And other nursing humour.
Grieving after a tragedy, and different cultural protocols for coping with a tragic event such as the Leviathan II sinking.
Ahoushat First Nations traditional protocols for dealing with a tragic event.
"Indian Hospitals" on Vancouver Island, and the legacy of Canada’s colonial history.
The importance of kindness and small gestures, and how it makes a real difference to others.
This is the last in our Ghost Stories Series *for now* – but if any of my dear blog readers have ghost stories you’d like to share, please send me an email tofinopsychic and maybe you can be our next guest!
Have a lovely Tuesday, everyone!
Kate Sitka 
I’m loving your podcasts. & I can totally relate to the “Did that really just happen?” feeling, since sometimes the experience can be so out there that it’s hard to believe it actually happened, but it’s also true that there is no reason to make up something so bizarre. Fact does tend to be stranger than fiction. I’m still not sure what it all means or why I was visited or “haunted” by certain spirits but it’s comforting to find people who can understand or relate to things like visitations from the dead in waking and sleeping life (especially if they’re rather well known and you had almost no prior knowledge about them until they began showing up in your life in almost a daily basis) or why it suddenly stops as well. (If you do talk to a certain dirty blonde haired eternally young man, please pass on my love. Kate, you were the only person who could begin to relate and understand something so seemingly insane that I can’t thank you enough for your wisdom and input and making me feel less crazy. You’re a gem and a valuable soul. Thank you for being you and doing what you do ❤ )
3 am is also know as the "hour of the wolf" and when I was in the midst of the dark period I experienced living with heroin addicts who opened all kinds of creepy doors, I would often wake up between 3 to 4 am, sometimes feeling a dark presence in the room or having woken suddenly from a bad dream, many times with some sort of demonic creature in it. I've even felt like something was sitting on top of me, like those classic paintings of a little beast sitting on top of a woman, with a ghostly mare standing near. I suppose it was experiences with incubi and it is certainly not something I miss in the least bit. Good good riddance. There is so much energy out there, good and bad, and different entities that I suppose some of us are more sensitive to than others. Do you believe that a change in attitude and outlook affects those energies? Like if we're near people doing hard drugs that bring those types of forces forward? I wonder if because I'm in such a better place in life that I'm no longer feeling such awful energy around. What a crazy learning experience…
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You warm my heart, Pinky. Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️
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