Erin Montgomery works as a counselor by day and works as a psychic, energy healer, and clears both places and people of spirits any time she can.
Too Late for Love
Sometimes love doesn’t come when we think it should. The knight in shining armor isn’t going to save us when we need him the most. Sometimes he doesn’t come at all. Sometimes when he shows up we don’t recognize him, and then we lose the opportunity of a lifetime. Sometimes life and living just gets in the way. And sometimes… it is death that brings us together.
Dirty Little Secret
I am not new to strange experiences. I have been steeped in the paranormal and the esoteric for as long as I can remember. But, out of all the weirdness I have experienced in my life (astral travel, premonitions, ghostly encounters, etc.) there is one phenomenon I have tried my best to pretend doesn’t exist. Who in their right mind wants to admit that they are taken from their rooms at night and subjected to untold horrors? Who wants to subject themselves to criticism and ridicule from the masses who think that people like me are kooks, looney, crazy, have lost touch with reality? It would be so much nicer to just suppress the traumas, the memories, the fears and tell yourself that there is no way it can be true.
History Lessons — From a Ghost!
You never know who you are going to meet at a local bar. That was the case on September 23, 2016, when my husband and I stopped at Third Street Station for a burger and brew while watching a band full of friends. I had been in this bar once before. It is an old cotton warehouse turned bar and barbecue joint creating an industrial look that maintains the buildings initial integrity. The last time I was here, I could feel a spirit—watching but not approaching. This time, however, that spirit decided to get my attention. Long and lean, the Black man wore a fedora hat upon his head; his shoes were of good quality but were worn down and dusty. His pants hung off his frame as if he had lost too much weight. A dirty white undershirt and a pair of suspenders completed his outfit. Just by looking at him, I could tell this was a man down on his luck—well, obviously—he's dead.