Chapter 2

My second recollection of Riley was in the form of a recurring dream that I had many times as a child. At least, I'm assuming it was Riley in the dream.
In the dream, I was still maybe 5 or 6 years old. When I was little, I had
this dress that I loved - it was red, with a white collar, black buttons and pleats - it reminds me of Little Orphan Annie (God, I'm dating myself here).
Anyway, in the dream I'm wearing the dress. I'm being chased around the block by a cowboy riding a horse. I run out the front door, down the front sidewalk and run to the left, heading around the block. As I come back to the front of the house, the cowboy is still chasing me. I run inside, into the living room, and hide behind a chair that is right inside the door. It's an odd place to hide, as you can see behind the chair when you come in the front
door. Anyway, while I am hiding there, hoping and praying that the cowboy doesn't find me, a hand reaches to me from the other side...the other side of the chair, not the other side. It's the same Indian boy that I'd seen in the dining room. The second I take his hand, I feel safe. I guess I should be using "Native American" instead of "Indian" to be more PC, but "Indian" was the term used back then. Why I dreamed about a cowboy chasing me, I'm not
sure, since we lived in a populated suburb and I didn't know any cowboys, other than from television and movies. It must have had something to do with "cowboys and Indians".

Riley, Chapter 1

I started this blog quite a while ago, but never posted to it. Since Riley's
made an appearance again, and since I spend most of my time at work bored stiff with nothing to do, I thought I'd start posting. I'll do this in multiple postings; otherwise the posts will get awfully long.

Chapter 1

I guess I should explain who Riley is. Riley, I guess, is what you would call
a spirit guide. He's been with me since I was about 5 or 6 years old. At
least, that's about how old I was the first time I saw him.

And, I guess I should introduce myself for anyone reading this who doesn't know me. My name is Beth. I've been married to my best friend Ben for almost 5 years now. It's a second marriage for both of us - my first one is really nothing to talk about. I have two great stepsons, a wonderful daughter-in-law, and a precious grandson. I'm also mom to two furbabies: my tabby cat Max, and a spitfire Jack Russell/Silky Terrier mix named Whitley. And, I believe in ghosts, aliens and otherworldly beings. I talk to ghosts,
I see ghosts, I see "things". I'm not crazy. I'm just a somewhat normal 51 year old woman who has had her share of ups and downs in life.

Like I said earlier, I first saw Riley when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I
call him Riley. I'm not sure if that's actually his name or not, but that's
the name that came to me one day when I was aware of his presence. He's a Native American boy, about 17 or 18 years old.

The first time I saw him, I was coming downstairs to ask mom for a drink of water after I'd been in bed. As you came down the stairs, the front door was directly across from the bottom of the stairs, the living room was on the right, and the dining room was on the left. There was a hallway leading to the kitchen that ran parallel to the stairs, and if you went right upon entering the kitchen, you'd head into the family room. My mom was in the family room sewing (by hand) and waiting for my dad. So, that's where I was
headed. But, as I got to the bottom of the stairs and turned left toward the dining room, I saw a man standing there, dressed as an Indian warrior - one feather in the headdress, loin cloth and moccasins - with his hands on his hips.

I went on into the family room, and told my mom about the man in the dining room. She didn't seem fazed or worried at all, telling me first that I imagined it. When I protested and insisted there was a man, she told me it was probably just my dad, or a friend of my brother Bob. I knew she was lying, but I also knew not to press it. I wasn't scared; I knew the man
wasn't there to hurt me, and somehow I knew no one else could see him. I also knew he wasn't just a figment of my imagination.