Dead Boss Says No Sushi!

Since my haunting incident with Helen at Broney's, I hadn't had an outbreak of flaming, after midnight, skin rash until I started vividly dreaming about my dead, very angry boss from Nicks Lake House.

Come in the way back machine with me to 2008-9. For work, I was bartending mostly outside at this prominent Pocono's attraction.

You may or may not know, with any physical work or addition to an existing building or foundation the energetic vibration are shook, cosmic dust is basically raised and doors to other realms are opened. And at the time that this event took place, there was a new kitchen being put on, and a new sushi bar was being added in the dining room in the main building. Because of all this, Dead boss had reported for duty.

Now he didn't pay me any mind in the living, I barely just started when he had passed so I did my very best to not pay him any mind now. And Lord knows I didn't want any trouble so I just went about my own business, keeping my head down, slinging drinks, serving food, dodging existential dread.

But during the construction, a handful of other issues surfaced like broken ice machines,

cut computer/phone wires, a ceiling leak in the women's bathroom, faulty beer taps, customer dismay over the new, more expensive menu and then new head chef, hired to as well as three of the line cooks, quit. All of this, topped off with twenty eight consecutive days of rain in the month of June. Which was not amazing for summer business when tourist dollars counted most. We were in our own little haunted drama.

Then, Dead Boss showed up in my dreams.

The first night:

I stood behind the bar, New boss (Dead Boss' son) stood behind his father's infamous barstool.

Dead boss stood behind him, face red, fist held high in the air.

Both men, pleaded for my attention as I just stood there.....watching.

New boss loudly asked why I wasn't paying attention or looking at him when he spoke.

Simultaneously, Dead boss was making demands of me. He insisted that I communicate his unhappiness from beyond because he knew I could see and hear him.

I put up arms both my hands the stop signal and said "I refuse to get involved".

Neither of the men were happy about my 'dream' work ethic.

When I woke up, felt like I ran a marathon with eight hours of sleep.

Two nights later. Same damn dream scenario. Same venue. Exact same everything.

Again, I watched both of them compete for my attention and I put up both my hands, making a stop motion and said "Enough."

It was 2:45am when I jolted awake. My left hand was on fire, itching, swollen, twice the size of normalcy. Shit. For the next two hours I would deal with the physical pain and question what was happening to me... Was this real life?

I stuck my hand in milk and oatmeal to take the swelling and burn away.

The next day I told my dermatologist (treating me since Helen's haunting) about what happened to my hand the night before minus the dream and that I had new, sudden, asthmatic symptoms. She was convinced something was wrong with my thyroid or I was allergic to the sun. Both things ended up being inconclusive.

I wanted boundaries because Dead Boss wasn't a nice man.

And New Boss poked fun at me at every turn. He wasn't easy to talk to. This wasn't my battle and I wasn't getting involved.

How would I ever volunteer conversation with a man who no one could have a simple chat with? By the way, I saw your dead dad and he thinks your sushi bar is an idiotic idea?

No way.

Good God.

Dead Boss never came back to my dreams since the second time I said "NO."

I also said out loud at the bar as I wiped off the bottles one morning that he doesn't have permission to speak to me in such unholy tones.

And with the blessing of discernment don't I get to choose who I want to help and who I don't?I most certainly believe that I do.

My book is open for April/ May readings. Sit for Divine Time or Spirit sessions with me. XOXO - MG