Wednesday, April 5, 2017

The Lost Soul

So, you never know when a dimension will open for you and change your day, or night.
Last week on Wednesday I went to look for a new King size bed for the bedroom. I had feared I would be out all day going from store to store to find what I wanted. But then the miracle happened. I walked into the first store on my list and found not just the bed I wanted to order but the Headboard as well! My favorite Tommy Bahama headboard! I was so excited! It was a used headboard but basically brand new. The store sold new and used items.
Job done already! I was just so excited.
I paid for everything and the order went out to have the bed shipped from Miami to me and the headboard would be delivered the next day at 7:00 a.m.! WOW, dream come true already!
So that night I went home and shared all this with my husband, We both were relieved everything was in order.
That night I climbed into the old Queen bed for close to the last time. I was counting the days!
I really did love that bed, but it was time for the upgrade.
At around 3:00 am that night I rolled over to get out of bed and head to the restroom as I do every night, and as I did I saw a ghostly man standing right next to the bed. He was tall and had a white T-shirt on and a pair of white long men's boxer shorts. He was bending over as if to shoo me aside to get into bed with me.  He seemed to be confused and lonely. I noticed he had short curly hair, seemed to be blonde or perhaps white? I quickly said to him,
 "get away from me, don't bother me"! He simply then, disappeared.
I proceeded to get out of bed and head into the restroom.
While sitting there I thought to myself how tired I was and how I did not want to wake up fully and deal with any paranormal lonely ghost situations right now. I was actually a bit angry and said out loud softly, as not to wake up my husband, "you better not be anywhere near me when I get back into that bed"! Get out of here!
I came back into the room and thank GOD there was nothing there. I climbed back into bed and went fast asleep again.
My husband woke up at 6:00 a.m. to head to work and I never told him about the experience with the male ghost from the early morning hours.
When he got home from work I never mentioned it either, we were so busy preparing for a long weekend.
That next night as we both headed off to bed again I remembered to tell him that the Head board had been delivered that day and was in the garage. I told him I was thinking about painting it another color so I was going to leave it out there until the next night. He said, "that's fine" and off to sleep we went.
The next morning he woke up at 6:00 a.m. and the first thing out of his mouth was, "hey, did you have any strange dreams last night"? I said, yes, but can we talk about it later, I'm to tired right now. He said, "sure", and off to work he went.
That night when he came home from work I had already painted the headboard and had it in the room. I was so excited to get the new bed. He loved it!  Then for some reason I said, I think we better anoint that headboard, and he asked me why I would say that. I said I just felt strange while painting it.  He then said, well, I had a very strange dream I wanted to tell you about last night. I asked to share it with me and he said, "as I slept last night a man was standing over the bed looking down at me with his hands flailing, saying over and over again, "where am I"? "Where is my bed"? "Where is my bed"? "What happened"?
When he finished telling me this I was truly amazed, and then I shared my story with him, and explained it just as it is written above. We both felt very odd at that moment and we knew that the headboard had an attachment to it.
We were going to do the anointing right then but we had a very big weekend planned and started packing for it which took us into the wee hours again, so off to bed we went. It was now Friday and we would be getting up early to go camping the next day.
As it turned out I had the opportunity to have a girlfriend come and stay with me as we had a ton of things to do here to get ready for an upcoming meeting I would soon be holding in Lakeland.
So I decided to stay home and off to the Green swamp my husband went with all his 15 buddies. I had a girls get together at my house that evening.
We girls stayed up until 1:45 a.m. talking our heads off, finally I set up the aerobed for my friend and we both went our separate ways to hunker down. The next morning my girl friend woke up and said to me, "I don't want to alarm you, but right after you went to bed, a man walked from your room to right where the aerobed is I was in, and he stood over me and just stared at me.  
She said he was lost, and seemed very lonely. She said she told him to go to sleep, she would help him later!
I laughed when she told me this. I told her what my husband and I had experienced with this same man, then I went right into my bedroom and got the anointing oil and anointed the house, the headboard and the windows and sent him on his way to the light of GOD!
It just never seems to stop! Spirits want peace and want out of their confusion. Only GOD can do that for them. We are simply vessels HE uses to carry this out! I sleep well knowing this soul is now at peace. I'm so grateful to have been the one who purchased that headboard, look at where it all led.  There is always a good reason for everything. Like I have said a thousand times, we are never truly alone here in this life. So much is going on along side us in other dimensions. I am also grateful for all the corroborating that was able to take place with three separate situations concerning this man. It makes me happy to be a part of this deliverance.

Awakend By Fate

So, it was 1959. My Mom had packed us kids into the car for a quick trip to Florida. We all thought that was wonderful! We were traveling at night and in the hot summer months of the year. It was uncomfortable, but the windows were open and we were heading to Florida!
My parents were getting a divorce and my Mom decided to visit her parents so she could work a few things out for the future.
I didn't really understand what the divorce thing was all about. I was just too young.
We had travelled all evening and it was time for Mom to take a rest from all the driving. It was still dark as I heard the tires pull onto a crunchy road. I remember being the only one awake, but I kept my eyes closed, the engine of the car was still running.  I was still very tired and it was cooler I thought now. So I stayed snuggled together with my sleeping siblings. We were in an older car, with a big back seat. All my siblings were sound asleep. Unaware of what was transpiring.
After being parked for a while, I heard my Mom start crying. It was soft but desperate. I was so small I could not see over the big front seat to where she was in the drivers seat. She sat looking straight ahead. I could see her profile from where I was in the back.
I tried to get up but thought maybe I should stay quite. It wasn't often I heard my Mom crying. It was a bit weird for me. I sat up a bit and peeked out the window but did not speak a word. The window was open and I could see a huge empty unpaved area that we were parked on. It was all white, like sand or shells or something I thought. I had no idea where we were.
I looked over at my mother, still not speaking and looking straight ahead. She hadn't noticed through her crying that I was awake and looking about. Her hands were firmly on the wheel as she cried softly. As the night darkness was leaving somewhat and the morning was now arriving I could almost see clearer out the window, but it was still dark.
It appeared we were on a huge piece of property that was over looking a cliff.  A huge deep cliff!
The car still running, I heard my Mom start to roll the car slowly closer towards the edge of the cliff. Then all of a sudden she stopped, as if she was reconsidering something! She did this a few times. I sat wondering what was happening here?
She started again....
My eyes widened as she did this as I thought to myself, we are rolling pretty fast here, doesn't she see the cliff there in front of her? She still did not acknowledge me being awake.
Her hands were firmly gripping the steering wheel as she continued to cry her muffled crying. She stopped the car again! She seemed to be arguing with herself. Shaking her head. Again we started rolling closer to the edge of the cliff. We were pretty close at this point, I could see the depth of the cliff now, it was getting a bit brighter outside. It seemed as if this was taking a very long time.
I was now wide awake!
All of a sudden I spoke, and to this day I can't completely explain what I said to her. I said in a very wimpy pleading voice  "Mommy, stop the car, don't do this, PLEASE Mommy, don't do this to us"!
I absolutely shocked her! She did not know I was awake and watching her. She slammed on the brakes and turned towards me. She said to me, "do what"? "What am I doing"?
Then she broke into heavy crying. Now the light was getting brighter outside. It seemed to me we were on some work sight she had pulled into to rest up. My older sister woke up a bit moving around in her seat in the front, completely unaware of what was going on.
My Mom turned the car wheel away from the cliff immediately and drove quickly away from the edge. She spoke not a word.
As I look back now I'm sure it was because if my older sister would have seen where we were at that cliffs edge she would have been screaming at the top of her lungs in fear!
That morning once back on the road  again with my sister back to sleep, my Mom said to me,
"we won't ever talk about this to anyone".
I said, "O.K. Mom".
I stayed awake the rest of the trip to Hialeah, Florida to her parents home and so did my Mom. I remember being afraid to fall asleep actually since she was so upset. What I thought was odd though, was that the next morning she pulled into a Graveyard under the shade trees for us all to get out of the car, stretch our legs and have a bite to eat from the picnic basket she had in the trunk, and I'm sure to also rest her weary eyes.
I will never forget this experience. My siblings all thought this was weird how we stopped at the graveyard. We still talk about it from time to time when we all gather.
 I now think she pulled into that grave yard because she was very grateful we all were alive and she had been thwarted in her plan to end all of our lives because of the pain she was suffering going through that divorce.
I have never spoken of this to anyone since it happened in 1959. I don't know why. For many years I forgot about it. I tried to bring it up to my Mother one time in the 80's while we were both alone chatting in her home in North Carolina. She said she had no idea what I was talking about? So I left it at that. I guess she was never going to admit that this had happened. I'm sure the pain was way to deep in her soul. I can't imagine how she must have felt!
I often would think of this day and be so grateful I was awakened that night!
Sometimes even as children we are led to intervene in the course of the future for our lives and others. I am grateful our lives did not end that way, that night! We were all protected by the only one who has our last breath in HIS hands! At HIS timing.
Not anyone else's

The Human Arrival

So, know matter how I try to forget or deny these  remembrance experiences they are still so strong and ingrained within me, they are clear and fervent in my life. They are so clear from my beginning here as a child and I share them with you to remind you also of your beginning. Try to remember.....
Perhaps you can.
We are all walking each other HOME, but we need to remember!
I was an infant when I had my second recollection of being here. I was in a buggy being pushed down the street by my mother. I was aware there were sounds of cars and older children, it was like seeing it as an adult. I saw the trees and the houses. But my focus was mainly on the buggy I was in. I to this day remember the odd smell of it. The plastic and the blankets, the spilled milk, the dark material all over it, covering it. The smell of the cigarettes, and the bed head odors from my Mother.  I was inquisitive and drinking it all in. It was uncomfortable. Then my focus was broken by a woman who bent down to attend me somehow. She was young with beautiful green eyes. Auburn brown hair and bad teeth. I noticed the teeth on everyone I saw. I was aware I had none!  They were frightening. I distinctively remember her bad breath. There was no where for me to go to be away from it. It filled the entire buggy! It made me very uncomfortable, I would kick and squirm trying to get away from it but I had no power to change what I was experiencing. My mind was keen but my body was not yet in charge of my movements. The lady smiled and handled me to move me and cover me. I drank it all in. I understood explicitly what was happening but I could not communicate it to her. I so wanted to make changes in my condition. I clearly remember the warmth in my diapers. I knew what caused it but this is how it was here.  Odors were of special interest to me. I had issues with these odors. I would grow to smell everything before I ate it and I was always looking for what I previously knew but it wasn't here, anywhere.
I also made sure as I grew up I would look for ways to get away from uncomfortable odors.
Why was I here, I remember thinking. Then I would hear the voice. HE would assure me, I accepted HIS assurance whole heartedly and went on. But why? Where is here? It was cool and beautiful as well as frightening all in the same thought. Everything was so different! The voice did not always answer all my questions. And there were many. It's as if I were here to experience the journey and then make decisions on my own about how I would interact with them. I remember not wanting to do this really.
I later came to find that this woman who attended me was my Mother here. She smoked almost constantly and this is why her breath was so horrible on top of the fact her teeth were so rotten.
I saw the source of odors. I still do to this day. My sense of smell
has always been above normal.
I knew this somehow. I didn't like it then and I still do not!
I had advanced thoughts and reason but was just a small frail child, unable to communicate my thinking. It was frustrating and made me uncomfortable constantly to be out of control of my circumstances.
I remembered that I knew it would be this way, but could not remember why I knew that!
For the rest of my life/experience I was learning the ways of the people I was associated with.
It all seemed so odd. Things didn't seem to go as I knew they should. I felt very different, yet more and more I was fitting in.
When I felt I was fitting in I would slip past many months until the awareness would come back to me that I didn't want to be here, I had made a commitment though and I knew it somehow. What was really happening here? I would go in and out of understanding as I grew.
I remember my Father figure and he was often unconcerned with me. He also was a smoker, the smell was on him. Seemed busy but would take a few moments to acknowledge me from time to time. I have no endearing thoughts from childhood of him. But I knew he was there. There was also another "child", an older one. She was delightful and kind. I would watch her interact and I would copy or follow her ways and align with her as  if she were a teacher. She was my older sister.
Years went by and there was a boy, a brother, he was very special.
I could now communicate with them all well and had opinions about what I was seeing. I voiced them all as best I could.
I remember wanting to experience everything, as if I knew there was a specific reason to be here. But what was everything?
I clearly remember standing at the front glass, screen door window with my little brother, I was about three years old and he was two now. I said to him as we both gazed out the front door glass window, lower level, "Oh look at that beautiful little girl coming towards us", his reply shocked me, he said, "she's not pretty", I argued, "her long hair is so pretty", he retorted, "I don't like it". It was right then and there I knew for certain we did not all think alike or see things the same. I wonder to this day if we were communicating via telepathy or actually speaking to one another out loud? My sister and I agreed on many things but there was a difference between us all. I knew my brother was a male some how, He was not the same as the sister and I. Now however, I was certain, our thinking was separate and individual. This was a mile stone in my life. I remember it like it was last night. Men and woman did not see things in the same way.
I began testing my little brother. I would ask him to bite his finger nails because they tasted so good, and he would not accommodate me. He said that was silly, but I found an enjoyment biting mine and I liked the smell of my fingers. Then I would question him in other ways as if I were trying to assess the different thinking to make sense to me.
I also clearly remember after having had to listen to loud traumatic fights between my parents and dealing with odd feelings and emotions, experiencing more siblings and having tasted Ice cream and different foods and many other remembered experiences, even playing with the sweet puppy and seeing all the differences between human and animals, the colors of the sky and the world around me, so I called upon the voice I would speak with from time to time, and asked HIM to let me come home now as I was ready to leave.
 I said I have experienced everything here  now and I understand why I came. So NOW I am ready to leave. The voice spoke to me in a warm, loving, supportive way that I yearned to hear, but he said there was much to learn yet. I replied to HIM, what more could there possibly be? I have seen the trees and the people and the communities the animals and the ways of this world. HE loving asked me to continue. I never did disagree with HIM. To this day, I still follow HIS lead. I didn't want to stay. I wanted to go home with HIM, but this was not a current option. I was only around five years old when I asked HIM if I could come home.
I laugh now as I understand HIS answer to me, I am in my 60's.
I thought at five I had experienced enough here!
There is a reason why we must all come to understand, it isn't about just this life. There is so much more to know, but we cannot hardly handle what we have all already been given here! So the journey goes on, so we can come to know and understand.
I know this all sounds strange to the reader at first, but I'm certain I am not the only one with these profound memories from the early arrival days. I have come to know that we all go through the transitions here in the land of the living exactly the same way as I did. Some of us remember it well and others of us never remember the process of arriving at all while adjusting to the new situation we find ourselves in, called LIFE. We all have different situations. Some of us hear the voice of GOD early on as HE leads us through the journey, others of us do not and perhaps will not. I have always wondered if it is because early on in the initial experience they felt as I did and wanted to leave, maybe even sooner, but HE kept us here for experience and training, so they got angry and aggressive towards HIM? They lost their way.
I have always known I was to help, teach and support while here.
I have come across some who are also awake and aware.
But they are few. It's a big picture to see.
I have also always known we are spiritual beings transitioning into the world of the flesh and human experience.
This is the Land of the Living.
I even remember my first horrifying experience. I was trying to hold my head up as a newborn. I remember the pain involved, I focused on one issue in the transition process at a time. Holding my head up took constant work as there were no muscles tight enough to remain in control. My head would fall to right and left and back and forward as I would concentrate on the muscle group in my neck to take control.  I remember the workout process and was unhappy with it. I also knew instinctively I had to follow through. I would go through times where I would loose remembrance, and find myself slipping into routine with my siblings and parents
They never seemed to see what I was experiencing. They were unaware of who they were. I felt unheard and misunderstood.
So I would face challenge after challenge and try to commune with the voice I was always aware of throughout the entire process of ageing.
We are never alone here and we are all here together, until our time has been fulfilled. I pray you can relate and understand. This is my journey remembered. Feel free to share your journey with me.