Paranormal Parenting by Cassandra Larsen for
Strange Unusual Psychic Paranormal and the Unexplained
I was contacted by a concerned mother, who sent me this email:
We were out looking for pre-schools with Christopher, our 4 year old son. We attended the open house for a preschool run by a large Catholic church in North Beach. It seemed like a good fit until I saw Christopher sitting in the corner, staring at nothing. I went over to see what he was doing, he was nodding and saying things like “uhhuh, no, yes”. Then he turned, smiled at me and ran off to play with the other kids.
That night I woke up very late and Christopher was standing next to the bed, muttering. I asked him what was wrong and he spoke to me. Christopher knows Spanish and English, the language he spoke was neither. I took him to bed and tucked him in.
A few days later I go into his room, Christopher was sitting on his bed, facing the corner, rocking back and forth and speaking in this other language. I touched his shoulder and he turned, I don’t know how to explain it but he looked at me with eyes that were not his.
We took him to the doctor who ran some tests and found nothing wrong with his brain or chemical balance. What the hell is going on?
I immediately called and set up an appointment to first visit with mom, then Christopher.
The home, built in 1924 and remodeled in 2006, had no history of hauntings and as I arrived all I felt was the energy of the family. Sitting down with the mother, I calm her down and have her go over all the events as she had experienced them. I also went over the history of both the house and the Church where this started and discovered that the current location of the church was also completed in 1924, but founded in 1884 by the Salesian order.
I explained that I wanted to take video and pictures of Christopher’s room as well as record the upcoming conversation with the child, hopefully catching an EVP or two. With the mother’s permission, I set up. We were going to be talking in the dining room
Time came for me to meet Christopher. As soon as that little boy walked in I could see a misty hand on his shoulder. It didn’t feel like a possession, but there was definitely a link. Sitting down with Christopher, I talked with him first to make sure he knew the difference between himself and others (Phalen, my son, sometimes has a fluid sense of self) and to make certain that he only knew Spanish and English. I settled him for meditation. The spirit came up almost instantly, the boy’s voice changed pitch as well as language. I was actually relieved to recognize the language, big thanks to my Italian cousin, who insisted that I learn to at least recognize basic Italian and to whomever thought up online translation apps.
The following conversation is transcribed exactly as it was recorded. In parentheses I’ve put the translation.
Qual è il tuo nome? (What is your name?)
Gio (Gio)
dove sei nato? (where were you born?)
Becchi ( Becchi { about 30 miles east of Turin})
Tu sei italiano? (You’re Italian?)
sì (yes)
È per questo che erano in chiesa? (Is that why you were at the church?)
sì (yes)
eri un prete? (were you a priest?)
Ho seguito gli insegnamenti di Giovanni Melchiorre Bosco. (I followed the teachings of Giovanni Melchiorre Bosco.)
Un salesiano? (A Salesian?)
sì (yes)
quando ti sei unito l’Ordine salesiano? (when did you join the Salesian Order?)
nel diciottesimo anno del pontificato di Sua Santità, Pio nono. (in the eighteenth year of the papacy of his Holiness, Pius the nineth.)
Perché sei con questo ragazzo? (Why are you with this boy?)
mio figlio (my son)
Gio, questo è Christopher, è il figlio di Rick e di Maria (Gio, this is Christopher, he is Rick and Mary’s son)
Non è mio figlio (Not my son)
Sei alla ricerca di tuo figlio? (Are you looking for your son?)
sì (yes)
Fu lui giovane, quando è passato? (was he young when he passed?)
sì (yes)
mi lasceresti il compito di aiutarla attraversare? Tuo figlio è nei cieli (would you let me try to help you cross over? Your son is in Heaven)
Sì, vorrei stare con mio figlio (Yes, I would like to be with my son)
Avrete bisogno di lasciar andare Christopher. Non si può parlare attraverso di lui più (You will need to let go of Christopher. You can’t speak through him anymore)
Capisco. (I understand.)
<Christopher’s voice> daddy got me ice cream!
I could feel the energy split between the spirit and child. I pulled a protective bubble around the house and called the Archangel Azrael. The joy radiating off Gio almost made me cry. I watched the young man embrace the angel and they both glowed. I heard the laughter of a small child just as the light got too bright for my senses. Then they were gone.
I’ll be following up with the family in a few weeks to make sure everything has calmed down and returned to normal.
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