Annalise – A True Story – Spirit Rescue

JWard at Ararat, the site of an asylum for the criminally insane, a place abandoned now by time, but not by the living who like to visit the inhabitants.. the ghosts of trouble past. I arrived with a group of seven other people on a ‘ghost tour’, we had gadgets: cameras, K2s, thermometers and ghost radars, and curiosity of course, would anything interesting happen tonight, as it had in the past?

After a brief introduction to the history of the place we were introduced to the mystery by a parapsychologist who was acting as our guide. I can’t say it was the most interesting talk, and leading us into the west wing first, the place that frightens her the most, is understandable I suppose, given that it was only just dark .. but I would have preferred to do it the other way around .. explore the kitchen and the Governor’s bathroom first and then go in the spooky bits .. only tonight it wasn’t spooky at all, and no matter how much we asked, whistled or threw marbles (actually what happened to those marbles?) we got little or no response – until we went out into the garden, and the parapsychologist really wanted me to go out in the garden .. because there had been a cold spot over the graves of three men .. I think .. on one of her previous trips around the yard, and she wanted me to check it out?

So I went out ‘wide open’, which is a quick way of saying that I went out expecting to meet ghosts, with all my senses open to receive input .. but what I received was not three men, no, it was one small frightened desperately broken little girl.

Annalise. How do I start the story of Annalise? How do I describe what I saw and felt and heard with any depth that you can even grasp the horror of what I saw done to her? How it ripped me to shreds as I tried to hold her shade in my arms …?
Annalise!

And so I went out into the garden, following along with the others on the tour, but by the time I made it to the central area I knew there was a problem, but not yet what it was. A quiet young female voice asked “you can see me?” I said yes, and started to tune in .. only to the caught up in a tidal wave of emotion, fear, pain, as if some huge entity was trying to overwhelm me and drag me down to the ground, literally, as the entity tried to climb up my chest and pull its poor broken body up to standing height – to prove its humanity? “I’m human.” I said “I know you are,” as I grabbed a nearby table, frantic to unload the equipment in my hands, the camera around my neck, before it all landed on the ground, along with me, mentally begging the entity, so intense a force, to

“Wait! Wait! Wait! I can’t do this. Wait!” The equipment hit the table and I grabbed the post as my grounding went to hell and the something begged me to

“STOP THE PAIN. STOP THE PAIN. PLEASE STOP THE PAIN. YOU HAVE TO STOP THE PAIN. I CANNOT DO THIS ANYMORE.”

Annalise. Just the thought of it brings tears to my eyes even now. Overwhelming, staggering, emotion washed through me, struggled to communicate with me, struggled to hold on, to be recognised, to be remembered. To be remembered. Not forgotten. “They forgot me. They forgot me” , the voice in my mind getting louder and more frantic, and the waves of pain .. the memory of the waves of pain, not the actual feeling, kept overwhelming my senses and I could not get my grounding back. I could not anchor my energy back to earth, literally rocking on my feet, while I struggled to support the girl I could sense but couldn’t see, control was .. gone. I had to get a handle on the situation and the energy and her and me, and then my logical mind kicked in, thank you angels, I had to ground.

“Seek the dominant energy”, said a soft voice. Dominant energy? Not the strongest, the leader .. easy, I called “DEAN FIND ME”. He’s the leader of the group. I couldn’t see him in the dark, but he found me fast and I grabbed his arm and hung on seeking to ground through his body, without draining a drop of his energy. I am not a vampire, though I am more than capable of being so. I grounded, only to get thrown out of balance by another wave of the same intensity as the girl connected to the new energy source against my will, and Dean felt it and I jerked my hand away from him again. He didn’t need to suffer what I was going through to feed a lost soul, but I had enough energy for a moment, and we did get a name for her finally –

Ann .. Anna .. something like that.

Somewhere around then I reconnected to Dean’s energy in an attempt to reground while Annalise continued to drag energy from me. Then I felt her distress, her growing discord .. “Male?” (little voice) “MALE”, (bigger voice) “MALE, NO! NO! NO!” Screaming, and the images flooded through and I saw them, I saw what they did to her, and how .. and oh God, Oh God Annalis. Too much, baby, too much, I’m so sorry. I broke the connection with Dean and told him to RUN AWAY! And I meant it, and bless him, he did it without asking why. Annalis had gone insane in my arms again, but I still needed to ground and get her more energy, trying to calm her, trying to contain her .. God help me. So I called Rose. “ROSE FIND ME”. And she did.

I think it was Dean that said Annalis .. but it was Rose who said Annaleese .. rhymes with cheese. I said the name out loud and it strengthened the connection, as if it wasn’t hard enough to manage!

I connected to Rose’s energy and the two of us were finally a match for Annalise. I’ll only mention briefly me crying out in pain and fear and literally sobbing on Rose’s shoulder as Annalise’s energy continued to overrun my sense of control and flooded out through my body. Even through all of that emotion, fear and pain, I could still ground through Rose, and without the child panicking, I drew energy from Source and filled her up and started to calm her down .. it was struggle, and she was still caught up in the horrendous nightmare of her death, but we had a chance now .. so I asked for her angel, who came .. and – her name was Rose. I didn’t think, I said “Annalise FIND Rose”, and she did, only the Rose she found was the living one, hooked onto her back .. stupid decision, I was still so overwhelmed by all of it. I realised the mistake the moment it happened, paused long enough to think and then slid a shield down between Rose and Annalise, leaving only her hands touching Rose’s shoulders, FOUND her Rose (angel), asked her Rose to connect to Annalise, told Annalise to FIND her angel, forced her to really, and then disconnected the living Rose from the energy, and stood there shaking while Annalise tried to argue with an angel. But she was connected to source now, so no matter what she said or did, things would be all right. My will, my choice, not hers.

We left them with angel Rose’s arms wrapped tightly around Annalise keeping her calm as all that tsunami of emotion kept flooding through her. The angels know what to do. And we, we have to reconnect to the real world, wondering where we are and how much time has passed in the doing? And then go back inside and talk about nothings as if someone had not died in our arms and been reborn into spirit. That’s how it feels each time I do one of these totally intense rescues. Dear God, Annalise, at least you are all right now.

Let me finish the story, which does not have nearly enough details of what happened in my experiences with her, with how she died. She was kidnapped by two big tall brutal dirty ugly men, was raped by each of them more than once, and brutalised, and then killed by being beaten to death, not with fists, on no, with heavy sticks, starting at her feet and working over her whole body. When she first touched me that is what I saw .. every bone broken. I don’t know when she died in the process, but it was not very quickly. She was somewhere between 13 and 15 years old, and it happened over 100 years ago.

One thing I think we are lucky for. If Annalise had had the strength to get past her pain, into anger, she would have been a nightmare of a ghost. She had so much power. I’m glad she didn’t go that way. People would have thought her a demon, but she wasn’t, she was simply a child.

The word FIND is a command, a demand for an energy connection, which I used for the first time on living humans. I appreciate very much that they both came when I called, without question, and let go when I said leave. I will remember that.

And then I went inside and sat among the living and the parapsychologist asked me “have you ever been tested” .. ROFL

Love & Peace
Ama Nazra

12 Comments
  1. WOW. This story has particularly touched my soul, you see … my daughter’s name is Annalise. Thank you for sharing. I do believe …

    Peace,

    Lisa

  2. Wow this was a very interesting account with a ghost I’m glad she contacted you and was able to find the help she needed. Thank you so much for sharing!

  3. Its realy a sort of nightmare.a real struggle with the dead. U taught us that strong will works its charm. Thanx for sharing. God bless u.

  4. Every time I read this…I take it and learn from you..as always.. you enlighten me … thank you Ms. Ama.. :)

  5. I have always felt that I have physic abilities, but have been afraid to pursue them. I guess the fear of going too far and not be able to return.
    I have always avoided talking to the spirits or whatever that resides in my house. I have been trying to get rid of them for a long time. Do you think it is safe to communicate with spirits? How do you protect yourself?
    Nancy

  6. Hey Nancy,

    I remember being frightened of ghosts as a kid. Then I mainly got annoyed. I don’t like being bugged all the time, which helped me learn how to cross them over, and ended us up with the Michael Invocation, for clearing negativity. It doesn’t clear elementals, who think they own everything anyway. :-)

    We don’t change profoundly when we acknowledge our gifts and start using them wisely because they so much a part of us anyway. Acknowledging yourself as being psychic doesn’t mean that you get haunted all the time, but it does help to strengthen your intuition, as you face the world knowing there’s another part of yourself that can help you cope better on a day to day basis. You don’t have to become a ghost rescuer, you can continue to ignore them .. otherwise .. white light shields (link below) to keep them out of your energy, and don’t talk for long to a ghost, because they like to take energy from us.

    I always remember that ghosts are people, they just don’t have their bodies anymore. They still have their attitudes and beliefs, good or bad, and often are simply looking for help to get to someplace better than their ‘here and now’.

    Is it safe to communicate spirits (people who have crossed into heaven and return to give us messages of love and hope), oh yes, ghosts .. as long as you know what you are doing, no problem, but don’t let them hang around for long chats. Cross them over quickly.

    Use something like “Archangel Michael, please FIND the ghost I am talking to (identify it in some way) and TAKE them into healing”. That gives the angels permission to go up to the ghost, take them gently by the shoulder and say ‘Nancy gave me permission to have a chat with you’, and then they escort them into heaven. Best place for them.

    Not all rescues are like Annalise. She was a heartbreaker. Some are very simple, hello, goodbye and gone. Some are just plain weird, but in the end its all good.

    Follow your heart,
    Love & Peace
    Ama

  7. Thanks Ama,
    I really appreciate your help and answers to my numerous questions.
    I’m not as frightened as I once was, when things started really changing in my life and when I first realized I had a lot of weird things happening in my house.
    I sometimes think that maybe I invited them in unknowingly, after my husband passed away. I use to talk to him a lot and asked him to give me a sign that everything was okay. I got the sign alright, a blue light was floating around my bedroom. After that was when all the activity started and I think I might have opened a Portal. As I said before I have always felt like I had physic abilities that I fought off, because it frightened me, but the blue light floated right up to me and brushed my face and it didn’t scare me. It was the most calming feeling I had since my husband had passed. I felt at peace. some of the things since then haven’t been as pleasant and are disturbing and annoying at times. I keep saying the Michael Invocation and hope they will leave.
    Thanks again Ama!
    Nancy

  8. Anytime, Nancy. And the story about the blue light is wonderful! What an amazing experience. :-)

    Love & Peace
    Ama

  9. Hi AMA,

    Last night I dreamed about a Hindu god fighting and at the end offering me a coin to keep it myself.
    Can you please help me know what the indication might be.

  10. Hi Anjali,

    If you would like to tell me the whole dream, rather than those two brief glimpses of it, I will see what I can do.

    Love & Peace
    Ama

  11. Hi Ama

    I saw a huge cave and went inside with couple of my friends to find what was in there. And I saw a statue of a Hindu god (Load Shiva) where in one of my friend went browsing further but she was dead as there was a sea down there. Immediately that statue took a real form and started fighting with couple of others who where very weird looking and finally load took me out safely and offered me a coin.
    This is what happened last night in my dream.

    Hope this is pretty clear

    Thanks,
    Anjali

  12. Hello again,

    This is not the right site for dream analysis, but since this is here, I will try and answer.

    In the dream you went into a hidden place, or a sacred place, and one of your friends, I think, died there. This doesn’t mean a death, just that the person was not ready to receive the knowledge, or gift, that was being given to you in your dream.

    The Lord Shiva manifested his form before you, perhaps to defend you from some unworldly negative energy. I presume he won and then led you out of the cave and gave you a small gift of abundance .. so, in summing up, I would be watching out for good things happening after a time of small problems.

    Love & Peace
    Ama

    ps to anyone else who tries to post a dream here, I will delete the message before its approved. You are welcome to ask me to interpret dreams, on other webpages that you either create as a question, or find when searching. This website is about the story of Annalise, which was a real experience, as most dreams are not.

    Love & Peace
    Ama Nazra (moderator)

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