So, after about three months had passed since my experience at the St. Petersburg beach apartment I found myself one night in Tampa watching a live group from Miami who happened to be passing through while on their way to Buffalo, New York.
I had been staying with friends as not to return to my Moms place and that was getting very stressful for me. Living with friends was not working well for me.
The Group was looking for a female vocalist. I mentioned I sang. They asked me if I wanted to interview for the job.
I was honored. I showed up the next day per the invitation and was so surprised when I found out that of all the singers that had tried out for the position, they had chosen me for the job.
I was elated!
They were leaving in a week after a brief unexpected trek back to Miami and would pick me up along the way to New York, that is if I wanted to take the job with them. I said, "I'd love the opportunity and the experience" I had never been to New York,
I had heard it was pretty cold. But I decided to go along anyway for the experience of it all.
So after the week went by, I was on my way to sing in New York for the first time ever with my new band. "The High Street Carnival".. I had never sung with a group like this before. I was simply star struck. I couldn't wait for those bright lights! I had great expectations.
I had never been to New York and didn't realize how cold 20 degrees actually was!
After singing in New York for 4 weeks with the group and bearing the incredibly cold rehearsals and gigs, I decided it was just to cold for me in New York and I really wanted to head to the warmer climate of Florida and I was home sick. I was given options with the band and I didn't like any of them, so I took off on my own to begin my way back home.
I headed out in the evening with just my suitcase and the clothes I was wearing, which I might add were fit for southern winters, not New York blizzards. It was snowing and the wind was howling, it was so cold my ears were freezing. I was desperate to say the least at this point to get home somehow. I was trying not to cry as I knew it would do no good, but also I didn't want my face to freeze. With only a few dollars in my pocket, nowhere to go, not being well dressed, and freezing, I had some quick decisions to make. I had to get back to Florida... I ended up stopping in a bar (Mr. Good Bar no less) in Buffalo on Elmhurst to warm my hands, ears and feet while heading down towards the bus stop. Maybe they would let me call my Mom for money on their phones? I walked into the bar and stood just inside the door and felt the immediate warmth engulf me, I so wanted to get home to Florida! I wasn't old enough to drink, so I could not go into the bar.... I glanced around the room and to my surprise I was stunned to see what I saw next. I saw two men sitting at the bar, one of the men I was looking at who was sitting at the bar, was the face I had seen floating on my wall in my apartment in St. Petersburg beach a month or so before. I was shocked. He had the same face! I was transfixed on his face!
I froze in fear as I looked at him sitting there. His hair was identical to what I had seen, very long and a bit stringy, he had the same eyes and his appearance was almost frightening, except his eyes were bright, bright blue. The face on the wall had dark shifty eyes. But this man really looked like him, except the eyes.
Was this the same man? He had a long beard, very dark, long hair, and thick eyebrows. It really was similar to the floating head I had seen.
Then something strange happened. It was like he shape shifted right before my very eyes while I was standing there looking at him. He seemed very kind, attractive in a strange way, very much a gentleman. Then all of a sudden, just like that, he got up, paid his bill as I was watching him, and walked out of the bar. He walked right past me, looked me right in the eyes and smiled as he left. A very kind smile. I don't really understand why but I followed behind him after a moment or two. Right back out into the freezing cold. I walked after him in the freezing wind because I could not believe who I was seeing. This was that face that frightened me so in Florida. But it wasn't scary now at all.
This was the floating head in person!
Was this meeting meant to be?
As I was following him, he stopped on the corner, turned and looked directly at me and asked me with a smile on his face, very matter of fact "are you following me"? I was stunned! I didn't know what to say,
so I simply said..."yes, I am".
Then it was like magic. He seemed to change again right before my eyes. I noticed he had a kind smile. A trusting look about him. I felt at ease. His eyes were blue, extremely blue, and his stance was one of concern towards me. He asked me where I was going? I told him to the bus stop. He asked why? I told him I was heading home to Florida because I didn't want to stay in the freezing weather another minute. I somehow felt as if I were to meet him here. This was some sort of predestined meeting. I asked him if I could use his phone at home to call my Mother to get a bus or airline ticket back home. He said yes. You see, I only had about $6.00 dollars on me, and that wasn't going to get me home.
Thus began a 15 year friendship with one of the sweetest men I had ever met.
But it came at an incredible price.
Paranormal things began happening to me immediately at an unbelievable pace. Ghosts, dreams, moving objects, moving people in pictures, apparitions, writings on mirrors and so much more. What I didn't know was that even though this man was very sweet, I had been cautioned by the apparition of this mans floating face on my wall NOT to align myself with him, but I didn't realize it at the time. I just never put two and two together. As I look back over my life I clearly see it was a warning to me, and I missed it.
What followed was stranger than any fiction
I had ever even heard of.
My life was changing and I could not stop it.
To be continued