Fringe Dweller: an afterlife paramedic

I’m going to reach into the vault of my childhood and share a little about growing up with a Fringe Dweller .  Our childhood was wicked cool and if only my sense of humor was as developed then as it is now I would have enjoyed it that much more.  Unfortunately I spent more time shitting my pants than having a good time.  On the flip side I did learn how to get stains outof my clothing, a very important skill come college.

Adolescence was a barrage of telekinetic activity.   As if being a teenage comic book nerd isn’t bad enough there were all the secrets we felt we had to keep from the adult population.  At least we had each other.  Nonetheless, electronics had a way of blowing up when Monica blew her cool.  Furthermore was the ongoing more mainstream psychic slash mediumship stuff.  She saw and heard ghosts, I felt them as surely as bats have sonar.  Telepathy was ongoing as we regularly burst into whatever song was playing in the other person’s head.  On a daily basis there was always some little thing such as stepping into the elevator of the apartment where I lived and telling the other occupant that we were going to the same floor as them, even though they hadn’t selected the floor yet.  That was every day.  That was usual.  One of my all time favorite stories involved a premonition which still never ceases to thrill me.  I’m glad that it never gets old.

My father had inexplicably built the family home over top the area where formerly a barn had existed and subsequently burnt to the ground.  (of course you know where this is going.) Yes, some people had died in it and naturally our house was haunted but not in a bad way.  There was a young boy, ever the trickster, playing pranks and hiding our stuff. We came to accept this, and occasionally sternly insisted he return the objects to where we had left them (which he did).  There was also a man, presumably his father, who would look for him asking if we had seen the boy.  Monica’s first night sleeping over at my place was quite the game of hide and seek as the boy snuck into my room, index finger pressed to his lips insisting we not rat him out, followed by a man asking us if we had seen where the boy went.  Back in the day neither of us had any experience communicating with spirits and/or pointing them towards the light so it didn’t occur to us to send them packing.  For the most part they were harmless.  A pain in the ‘keester’ at times, but harmless until one prank went too far. As I said before we went out of our way to appear normal and anything that highlighted us as standing apart from the status quo was taboo.  So bearing that in mind…

Imagine getting a call earlier in the day from a 17 year old Monica saying, “Ok, youve got to keep this on the low down and not freak out your mother, but I saw one of your water pipes bursting and it’s going to be a cold one tonight.”  Being winter time bursting pipes was nothing new in rural Ontario, so comically I relayed the story to my family that we should have that bucket ready.  Later that night a pipe did burst in our cellar which was unfinished so all the pipes in the basement ceiling were fully exposed as I stood on a chair holding back the deluge with my hand capped firmly over the end.  My mother in sheer panic phoned the plumber getting him out of bed imploring him to come over immediately to help deal with the problem while I stood sleepily on tippy toe.

Then the worst happened.  Mr. Plumber man came in the middle of the night to inspect our little emergency only to re-emerge upstairs shaking his head from side to side.  “Mrs. Chayka I can’t help you.” he said.

“Why not?”  my mother implored, clearly  upset by the thought that we were on our own.

“Because” he said, “The pipe that your daughter is holding is not attached to anything.  It IS a water pipe but it’s just sitting up in the ceiling as though it would be attached to the other runs at some future date, but it isn’t attached to anything physically at the moment.  I can’t explain it.  There is water gushing out of it but it is coming from nowhere.”

With that my mother turned to me and said, “Well you might as well come down from there, you can’t stand there all night.”  And shortly thereafter the geyser stopped.

You can bet I had a couple cross words for the little boy ghost who loved playing practical jokes and messing with us.  As only an older kid can threaten and scare the Bejeesus out of a younger kid, I treated him like a sibling scolding the younger and he never took it that far again.

As for our secret it was loosened a little from the bag but not altogether, mind you my mom always looked at Monica with one eyebrow cocked.  Happily that was the worst of it as far as she was concerned, if only she knew how far down the rabbit hole we went.  You don’t expect me to tell you everything in one sitting do you?  You’d have no reason to come back if I did that.  Cheers!

Namaste, Nicole

Submitted on 2009/12/19 at 5:09 am

Hello Monica,

I’m completely amazed right now … reading about what you do ….. because I do
the same thing! Well … it’s similar. I was trained by a Native American Shaman
as a child to astral project and work with the dead as you do. I can also do it lucid .. and I think it’s very similar .. if not the same thing.

Wow! I’m so happy to know someone else is doing this! There are so many people that need
help!

Thank you so much for making me feel not so alone.

+Valerie

Hello Valerie,

Thank you for your kind words. How incredible to be trained by a Native Shaman!  It’s wonderful to hear that this type of teaching exists.

I couldn’t be happier from all the responses that say the book Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift has helped people in not feeling so alone.

And yes, there are so many people that need help, and it’s good to hear of other ‘Fringe Dwellers’ out there. Blessings to all your offerings in your dream journeys.

Sincerely, The Fringe Dweller

Submitted on 2009/12/01 at 12:41 am

Thanks so much for writing your book Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift . I have been helping souls pass over too, for most of my life. I thought I was quite crazy, until I was helping souls during 9/11, not knowing at the time what had happened, and waking up to turn on the TV to find it was exactly how I had just witnessed it (I am in Australia). The tsunami time as well was something I saw on TV that I had just witnessed. So those times gave me faith that it wasn’t all in my mind!

I saw your book, and I was very excited. My experiences follow yours so very closely. I shall look out for you on my travels, I haven’t seen too many others doing this, but I am asleep here whilst you are awake there! Bless you with a thousand blessings…

Julieanne

Hello Julieanne

It’s wonderful to hear from a fellow Fringe Dweller in Australia! That validation we get by seeing our dreams in the news can be heart wrenching as we realize those  tragedies  really happened. However knowing we aren’t ‘imagining’ things is very important as it helps keep us sane. People who haven’t had these experiences may not understand to what depth we struggle internally to make sense of it all, let alone accept it.

Thank you for your kind words, and I too will keep a lookout  for you on my travels.

Sincerely, The Fringe Dweller

October 2009

October’s edition of Kintetics Magazine is featuring an article titled ‘Astral Triage with a Fringe Dweller’ by Monica Holy.

To read this article CLICK HERE

Submitted on 2009/11/13 at 3:58pm

Your book is a blessing and I have a question..does the soul care if the body is cremated at death?

Thanks Sara

Hi Sara,

Thank you for your kind words, I hope you found the book Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift to be helpful.

So far, it has not been my experience that cremation is an issue when a soul crosses over. Strong  beliefs about something before you  cross over, can affect the frequency you vibrate at, and possibly influence what you envision as you cross over. Someone who is agitated, and feels there’s unfinished business, may feel strongly enough about something to have these emotional vibrations accompany them upon death.  The power this has over you, comes from the importance you place upon it. One way to view our physical body, is that it’s the ‘package’, or ‘wrapping’ we showed up in. What’s inside, the soul, has a higher awareness we sometimes lose touch with. I work primarily with lost or distressed souls, however, I have been blessed to accompany those who upon passing, embrace the knowing, the ‘remembering’ of where they came from, as they return to wholeness, to the light and a source that is in complete acceptance, and has  no judgment.

Sincerely, the Fringe Dweller

Submitted on 2009/11/04 at 4:49pm

Hi,

I just wanted to say that I have had similar experiences in my life.  I have always known that I do not sleep at night and travel and do jobs elsewhere.  In the 1970s, while I was “sleeping”, I worked with Light Beings who rescued earthbound people and took them to the Light. I discontinued doing it because in this life I was to be a teacher and I needed to concentrate all my energy in that area.

Since then, I have used incorporation counseling method to do the same work while in trance.  It is not as effective method to help earthbound souls, but it helps.  I have seen so called “dead” people all my life, and like you, I learned at a very early age to keep it quiet.  I also see auras around people and on a few occasions, have given  readings for friends, but usually it wasn’t a good idea.  I was correct in what I saw and said, but I usually lost a friend over it “because it was too weird”, so I quit doing it.

I got no encouragement from my mother to be the “real” me; usually she accused me of lying.  When I was in my 50’s and she was living with me, she admitted she knew what was going on with me because her mother had been clairvoyant.  She said she didn’t want me to be like her mother, because it had caused a lot of friction in her family when growing up.  I could have enjoyed an ally as a child.  I thought there was something very wrong with me, that’s why I hid it. When I was 34 years old I met some people like me.  It made life so much nicer.

I can really relate to your experiences recorded in your book.  Thank you for writing it.  It is so nice to find a “kindred soul.”

Carolyn Poppen

Dear Carolyn

I understand when you say you needed to concentrate all your energy to what you were doing in this life as a teacher. It’s utterly exhausting to continually ‘work overtime’. I found saying an affirmation before sleeping such as ‘I will get all the rest I need tonight’ really helps. In my case when I was over exhausted my guides would stand ‘guard’ at my bedroom door, redirecting those in need to other ‘Fringe Dwellers’ out there. We are not alone, and we can ask for what we need, a wonderful concept I didn’t discover until a few years ago myself!

Despite our feelings of isolation while growing up, perhaps we can now take consolation by making a difference for others. I feel communication and support without judgment is necessary for people to feel ‘safe’ enough to open up and share their experiences. I understand when you say ‘It made life so much nicer’ when you met others like you. To live one’s life in complete authenticity is very liberating, empowering, and loving.

I’m in a state of gratitude when I hear that this book has brought comfort to someone. Thank you for writing and sharing your experiences.  It was my very isolation growing up that sparked the need to share mine with the Fringe Dweller book.

So to other Fringe Dwellers out there I say… ‘Embrace you Freakdom!’, and as my friend Lynn repeatedly would say, ‘Don’t be afraid to be who you are.’

Sincerely, the Fringe Dweller

It can be hard to remember that “all is divinely perfect, and is as it should be”, when you’re throwing a book launch party with no books.

After four long years of insanity getting Fringe Dweller from A to Z (meaning an idea stuck in my head, to that physical thing you can hold in your hands), no books. Welcome to my world, or rather my sandbox. Not the kind the cats go in, most of the time. The kind that wonderful and creative things happen in, spontaneously, if only you trust.

It’s a good thing I have an ironic sense of humour, and have had lots of practice learning to trust, or I might have been less gracious.  As it was, I laughed. Ah well. I believe you take what action you can, but then don’t berate yourself for the things outside your control.

From the ashes of chaos came the most fantastic experience. My friends came over to help celebrate and lord knows I owe  them for putting up with me these past few years – so the wine and sushi were flowing that night (it IS Vancouver after all.)   My partner and fellow author did a brief reading, and then we all stood around in our fuzzy slippers and PJ’s taking turns sharing our personal metaphysical stories.

You see, we decided that PJ’s were to be the theme of choice because I am after all a ‘lucid dreamer’ and the Nightshift stories happen when I’m asleep, so it seemed apropos.   Besides, it was laundry day.

What Magic!  Open Mic nite of the Paranormal unfolded as naturally as two bar flies trying to pick each other up after last call.  It was beautiful.  Like everyone had been sitting on some gigantic secret egg and finally the time was ripe to hatch.  It was like a load had been lifted.  I expected two or three stories to be told, but more than half of the group had an experience to share, and it was clear they felt relieved to have a safe environment for it.

So I want to present the following suggestion.  Throw a Paranormal PJ Party in your town – books are optional!  It’s a great theme and you can even hand out gifts for the wildest ensemble.  Martha Stewart the theme as much as you like, but remember the point is to create dialogue.  Isn’t it time we all came out of the psychic closet?  Maybe paranormal IS normal?  Oh, and by the way, if you do decide to host a party… pleeeease write in and let me know how it went.

Dream on, the Fringe Dweller

Submitted on 2009/09/29 at 10:02 am

Hi!

I heard you on Darkness Radio last Sunday night. It was very encouraging since I’m a natural medium and I feel so isolated because I live deep in the heart of the bible belt.

My question is: if no one dies alone, why do some spirits chose to stay here?

I have helped a few cross over, but not in the dream state. I keep wondering WHY. I hear that they have unfinished business, and I have felt that emotional state coming from some stuck spirits myself. I sometimes think that the power of emotion is greater than the power of thought and that perhaps, some of them are in some way mentally ill and unable to logically understand what’s happening.

What do you think?

Sincerely,

Veronica Smith, Tyler, Texas

Hi Veronica,

No one dies alone.

One of the hardest lessons I’ve had to learn was to let go of what capacity I show up to ‘help’ a person or spirit. We all have different gifts, and we all help each other in the ways we can. There are times I’m there to assist people during a time of crisis, just before they actually pass …and then immediately upon passing, my part is done…because they continue on, either on their own because they’re ready, or with the help of another ‘Fringe Dweller’ who’s waiting on the other side. Sometimes I’m the one on the other side, and I’ve connected with a spirit who’s vibrating at a state of confusion, chaos, and I’m there to love unconditionally without judgment, and calm them down with understanding and comfort.

Some spirits simply choose to stay. Death is a unique experience. Their emotional state at the time of their passing vibrates at a particular frequency. If that doesn’t change, they aren’t ready to  go to the light and there can be a variety of reasons.

Religious upbringing and certain beliefs can influence someone’s emotions.

Some are ready to cross over right away, while others need to be led to the light. Some go into a state of anger or regret that they’re not ready to let go of. There are lost souls who find me, because they are still in a state of confusion and they don’t know they’ve passed. I’ve had visits from spirits, who try to communicate the best way they can, sometimes in a clumsy manner because they’re still trying to communicate the way they would if they were still alive…so it takes them a while to realize that people aren’t responding the way they used to. However once they are acknowledged, they’re ready to cross over.

Some spirits  who have passed as the result of an accident, or tragedy, are not ready to go to the light without finding the family members who  passed at the same time. They’ll come to me and ask for help. As soon as I find and reunite them, they cross over together.

Sometimes spirits are in such an emotional state, they don’t initially recognize a Fringe Dweller is there to offer help.

Based on your comments regarding the power of emotions, I’d like to suggest Eckhart Tolle’s latest book   A New Earth…I think you’ll find it helpful, as he speaks in depth how emotions function and influence.

Sincerely , The Fringe Dweller