Little Boy Lost

I have been trying to get to the ruins of Daniels town for a little over a week. There has been something about that place that was calling me. Before I left the house, I asked my spirit guides to help protect me and guide me to where I need to go to support whomever might need help. I sensed there were a few ghosts hanging around that might need my assistance. Along my walk, I noticed what appeared to be an old road leading up the hill. I said to myself that I'd check that road out on my way back to the car. When I arrived at the spot west of the old Mill, my head started swirling. The land holds a lot of residual energy from the mill, the surrounding structures, and the people that lived there. The mill itself no longer stands - it and all the buildings nearby had been wiped out by Hurricane Agnes in 1972. As I returned from circumnavigating the peninsula west of the old Mill site, my guides called my name. "Brooke. Stop what you're doing and look around." I noticed that there was a man that was hanging out by a tree, about 50 yards from my position. I asked if I was supposed to talk to him. "Up to you. He's tied to the land." I got the name Travis Craig or Craig Travis. He was an African American man who was injured or died in a mill accident and passed at the age of 32. I could see him in his white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and black pants. He had two children. "Why are you pointing this out?" "For your awareness." And just in this moment as I'm writing this entry, I realized why. Spirit confirmed he was the father of the lost little boy I helped to cross later on during my hike. I got a huge spike of chilled energy running through my body starting at my crown with this realization. Again it's another example of synergy, just like what I had experienced at Linville Manor with the spirit of Jacob. 

On my return, I took the road that wound up the hill, and I stumbled upon the St. Stanislaus Kosta Catholic Church. Again, my head started swirling. I learned at Linville Manor that this is a new physical symptom of mine that indicates the presence of a ghost. I walked up the steps, sat down, and asked my spirit guides to tell me what was going on. There was a little boy hanging about - around the age of 8 or so. He was really shy and scared, and was hiding behind a tree on the side of the ruins. I let him know I was there to help him. 

    I got a sense of what he looked like. White or light shirt with the top button unbuttoned, suspenders, dark pants, a cap, and bare feet. He got lost in the woods in the area, got injured, and was never found. His big brown eyes full of fear - he had been in these woods for a century or more. I asked him to come sit next to me. He finally came over and sat down on my right side. I looked at the view from the top of the hill - at this time of year without the leaves on the trees, you could see all the way down to the river and across to the other side. "Isn't it pretty up here?" I said. I asked him what his favorite season was, "spring," he replied. He told me he had a little sister who was probably sad that he disappeared. I asked him what his sister's name was "Gabby." I told him that was a nice name. He asked me if I had kids. I told him yes, and told him I had a boy and girl too, but they were twins - born at the same time. His eyes got wide at that, like he couldn't believe it. "I know, it's something that happens sometimes!" I asked him if he wanted to go home, and he gave me an emphatic yes. 

    I closed my eyes and asked AA Michael to help bring this little boy home. I got the name "Nathan" or "Nathaniel" but it wasn't clear that it was his actual name. A portal opened up about 8 feet in front of us, on the edge of where the slope started to get steep. I asked the little boy if he could see the light. "Yes, I see it," he said. Then all of a sudden, a woman stepped through the portal from the other side - the little boy's mother. Her emotions flooded me. She had short hair, and wore a dress with a white apron over it. She was so happy and grateful to see her son after all of this time. I began sobbing. The mom's feelings were so overwhelming I couldn't stop crying if I tried to. My clairsentience has been particularly strong lately since I promised my higher self and my team I would stop trying to control my interactions with spirits.  Upon seeing his mother, the little boy got up and met her in a big hug. She leaned down to tell him something, and then they both walked through the portal together, hand in hand. I sat for a moment longer. My emotions began to subside after they left. I texted Maria and asked her if helping people find their way home ever got old. She said no, and she had just literally written a blog post about that herself. 

As I made my way back down the hill, a few other hikers were making their way up to the church. I'm grateful that the universe gave us that time together alone. The little boy had been hiding from people all this time, and I don't know if he would have come to me for help if there were others around.