Had an interesting encounter with a ghost today while working on my yacht. Over the years, have seen a number of ghost’s hanging around the marina.
This is one of the big disadvantages of being psychic at times. Not all the time thank goodness !!! The end of land and the ocean seems to attract them.
Especially on very cold days.

Most of the time, I do not have problems with ghost’s even though I am from the old school...” The best way to handle a ghost, is to out-run it “ :–) I try to keep them blocked out because because they can get pesky along with their friends later on.

A consistent one is an old man sitting at the tiller of his boat. He died on it many years ago. When I asked his daughter about it, she said that you are the 2nd person who has seen my father on it. She keeps it in the marina even though it is run down. He said that was his happy place, and spent a lot of time on it.

Dead people seem attracted to me. I have to block them out. A few beers makes it easier. On many occasions, they will try to bust in while I am concentrating on a project. I have to ask them to leave because I am not comfortable with them around me.

Today was a doozy ! As I was down below tracing some electrical wires, heard heavy foot steps on my boat at the same time, the lights dimmed. It also got dark and a little cool. Stepped out to see who it was. Nobody there even though their energy was strong. Heavy set old man. Asked him to leave. No energy response. Maybe he is gone.

As soon as I cranked up the sander, felt a strong energy behind me, knew he was annoyed by the sound of the sander. Told him to get out and leave me alone. He did not budge. Went back to my sanding hoping the noise would drive him away. The minute I turned my back to him and turned the sander on, he yelled out loud HEY !! It startled me and pissed me off at the same time.

Knew he did not like the sound of the sander. I said that’s it, turned the sander off told him that I was going to block him out with these beers, and please stay off of my yacht, you are not welcomed here.
He just stood there and glared at me. I sat down enjoying a cold one and felt myself mellowing out. As this happened felt sorry for my burst of anger. He was finally starting to fade out thanks to the beer.

I plan on spending many of my summer nights sleeping aboard Desire. Need to find a way to keep them off of my yacht while I am there. “Capt’n Bob”