Octagon Hall 2017



So, on our vacation last week for 2017 we decided to go to the famous Octagon Hall in Franklin KY. I hadn't read anything about it at all, only that others had gone there and were doing ghost investigations and seemed to have lots of good EVP's and the like. So we were at our property in KY and decided to head over a few counties to check it out and meet the men who work there and see what all the chatter was about.

The History revealed this information for us:

An antebellum  eight sided three story brick home

In 1847, Andrew Jackson Caldwell laid out the foundation for his new family home. With a desire for distinction, his home would not be a simple structure with four walls like so many others, but an eight sided edifice unique to the region.

Completed in 1859, it would soon become a landmark in the south-central Kentucky area.

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Well, we found out that Andrew Jackson Caldwell was a Mason and he had the octagon shape in mind for a good reason. Or at least he thought it was a good reason.

We also found that there were civil war soldiers there at one time and that it was a hiding place, a hospital, and a residence all in one.

It's truly a beautiful place that is falling into disrepair as it is a museum of the past and needs finances to reestablish it to it's once wonderful grand glory.

I loved talking with the people we met there and we had a wonderful tour of the home. But, right from the moment I walked into the building I was instantly approached by a strong male figure who was not amongst the living. I commanded him in the name of JESUS not to touch me as I felt him on my left arm and back area, standing very close to me.  He wasn't evil, but very interested in why I was there. I took two steps in and felt a woman on my right, she was also interested in why I had come to the home. I moved into the home a few feet more and could feel the children around me. The home was so active I was amazed. I didn't need an EVP device, these spirits were making themselves known.

I walked through each room in the home touching the wood and bricks and it was as if I could hear the LORD tell me the pain that these walls had seen. The fears were very real and horrifying once. Death was everywhere. It was actually overwhelming. Like it was covering the walls of this ancient structure. Not just human death but spiritual death as well! I sat down and listened to the thoughts that were coming to me.  It was a long and I might add, cold visit, as I pondered each room in the home.

I soon felt compelled to walk outside after an hour or so in the house. As I walked out of the house and down the back stairs I noticed the curator of the museum come out on the porch to smoke a cigarette. He sat down in one of the chairs on the porch, I smiled up at him but went out a few yards more into the back yard and I heard the LORD say to me, "you are standing on fingers, bones" and before the Lord finished speaking with me I heard the curator yell out to me from above, "we found fingers right where you are standing, from a recent dig"! I was amazed and told him what I had just heard from the LORD! He said "yes", "I can see that you are getting verification".  I was then led to the back part of the yard, the curator came down to walk with me, and the curator and I walked the back lot towards a few large trees. I was feeling death very strongly and said I feel that there are people literally buried right here, and he said "yes", "there are graves back here everywhere. It was then that my feet were feeling, portions of bodies and with every step I could feel through my feet what I was standing on. It was gravely strange. I could see as if by radar what I was standing on. I felt like crying it was so sad. I could hear the bones crying from the ground. The pain and the sadness was overwhelming. So many young souls gone. So much blood crying from the ground still after all these years! I shared these thoughts with the curator and he said "yes", there were many amputations done here and many were killed and froze to death on these grounds once. Just then I went up to one of the large trees and laid my hands on the cold bark. There were areas where the bark was ripped away and the smooth skin of the tree was exposed in long segments. It was when I touched this that the LORD spoke again and said, "This tree has seen and felt all that you now feel" I said to the curator this tree was talking to me. He said people were hung from the tree and I could certainly feel it. I then felt warm breezes over my face and hands and saw the burial from a day long ago when the master of the home was buried there. The curator showed me his grave. It was so strange. I was feeling things the curator was confirming to me.  I was being led by feelings in my hands and feet and the curator verified everything I experienced. I saw the death in my minds eye of the wife and sorrow all over her. These had been lonely, strange and hard times for these people in these graves. Many young children were present as well. They had all died so early in life and the deaths were very sad. The children here knew little hope! Their lives were not royal or happy. Bitterness kept coming up to me from the ground.

I walked briefly into the slave shack and could not bear the pain and sorrow from this structure. It was fear based and horribly sad. Angry and desperate feelings. I exited immediately. It was as if I walked into a tornado of negative emotions in that shack. I could not stand there as my heart was too heavy. The death and sadness was overwhelming!

I briefly visited the summer kitchen shack and in there it was simply empty. As if no one wanted to be in it. I thought that very strange. It was a step back in time to see all that these women had to do just to prepare one meal! It was an all day ordeal feeding family back in those days.

I went back into the home again and went into the basement now. Touching the walls as I went down the steps, 13 of them actually on the final decent. There was a feeling of confusion, anger, resentment, and grief all over the lower level. It was so thick in the air. Anger was paramount, I was sure. I did not however feel anything focused on me. They (the spirits there) wanted me to know they knew in this life they had made many wrong choices, spirits were everywhere! The voices were coming so fast to me I felt like plugging my ears. These spirits were full of regret! That is where their anger lay, yet they knew it was there own doing their own choices that made them feel this way. As if they were saying we blame only ourselves. There was a strange peace in that to me. Very strange. I know that while we are here in the Land of the Living we are all responsible for the choices we make. Once we cross over to the realm of the dead we have already written our story. It is then finished. Our lives become a tale to be told. No changes can be made. It is History. Yes, HIS story then. The LORD alone keeps the records of our lives. Weather we choose to believe it or not.

I have seen how the angelic realm writes the book of "Teri" or "Kevin" or "You". It is done with extreme caution and perfection! The heavenly messengers keep account of all of us. It's truly amazing to see. I saw this in the 70's while the LORD showed me the process one night in a vision. It was beautiful! Angels appear to us as people while we are alive and we have no clue while we are here in the Land of the Living that they are actually angels, however once we act this way or that, it is documented, what we say and do here. Thus "our" story is written. We NEVER get away with anything here, EVER! The documentation and the "why" is known from the heart by GOD himself!

This was what I was hearing from the spirits for the moment as I was in the basement of this once beautiful home. Regret and despair from poor choices.  I quickly went to the main floor and into the grand room. The room where the families had lived and spent most of their time in, the meetings were held for the Masons in this grand room, the choices were made for the military maneuvers, once upon a time now gone. I felt the wickedness there.  Vindictive spirits, angry and alone! It was awful! The pain and the despair. I felt after 4 hours in this home I could stand it no more.  I wanted to stay all day and night but it was a very cold 38 degrease that day and I was ready to head to warmth for the evening. As much as I loved being there, I felt I could hear no more!

We thanked the wonderful dedicated curators for a lovely day of validation and friendship there at the great museum. I strongly urge others to go and feel the walls and grounds for yourself! See what might be spoken to you.

The home was full of spiritual conversations and insight. We were very glad we spent the day there. So much can be learned from the past when we open the eyes of our hearts!

 

The Connection With Horses

So it was, 1968, I was invited to my friend Wendy's home to spend a day hanging out on her farm and staying for dinner.

I had never been to her farm before so I was very excited! We were planning to ride horses and spend time talking about boyfriends and what was going on in our lives. Just an easy, relaxing day.

Wendy was a sweet, tall, beautiful girl who was very shy and didn't have a lot of friends. When I met her I was instantly impressed with her genuine kindness, She and I felt as if we had known each other our whole lives. Like best friends.

I drove over to Wendy's. I had only been driving for a week or two.
I had a little corvair which was so much fun. I pulled up to this big beautiful house in the country in Pinellas Park Florida.
I was over whelmed at how beautiful this home was. I had never known anyone who lived in such a nice home.
I was very impressed. This was all so amazing to me.
 

We made our way to the barn to saddle up the horses and found we would be riding with Wendy's older sister and some of her sisters friends as well.

I sure didn't mind, because I was just happy to be there and I hadn't ridden horses in such a long time.  I was really just simply elated to be there and have been offered this fun opportunity.

Since we were the younger and later to come alongside Wendy's sister and her friends, we got the horses that the older girls didn't want to ride.  I ended up with a horse called "Christmas".

This was the largest horse of them all. I had never seen such a big boy! Very tall in stature. Very spirited. Just beautiful! He was a bit intimidating. Wendy said he is usually pretty good though and as  long as I knew how to ride, he should be OK.

I felt very unsure about Christmas. And had asked to switch with someone else. They all laughed and said, no way!

So I was the lucky one!

I could feel in my gut that this may not go well for some reason. I kept thinking, maybe I shouldn't ride today at all? This was a really big horse and I am not feeling good about him. There is a strange aura around all this. I thought to myself, I don't want to be a bummer here, so maybe I'll just  ignore my intuition for once and ride this monstrous horse and that will be the end of it.

 

So, to get up on him I had to stand on the fence he was near to be able to reach his saddle. So, I got up on him and before anyone had left the area, and before I even got my feet in the stirrups completely , Christmas took off like a bat out of hell! I didn't have control of his reigns, I dropped them! I heard Wendy's sister screaming at me "get a hold of those reigns Teri". She was screaming a few other things as well at Wendy , but the sound of Christmas taking off and my heart pounding out of my chest in that instant, blocked some of the chatter from my ears! This horse was running as fast as he could! He was on his own. What do I do now, I thought? So I wrapped his hair from his mane around my hands very tightly  just to hold on, and off we flew. I was bouncing around on this ole boy like a bobber in the water! I knew I had to get in sync quick!  I kept trying to get my feet firm in the stirrups and as he was picking up speed on a full run I was hanging on for my life. I finally with all my bouncing got my foot in one stirrup securely and then was able to get into the other one, WHAT a RELIEF! 

I was now in control, or at least I thought I was!

Christmas ran towards the barn and went right to the lowest part of the roof that hung low to try to push me off his back! I laid on him so low ducking from the barn overhead  I was almost hanging off the side of him! This horse was possessed! He wanted me off of him...NOW! He tried to brush me off of him by inching his body up against the side of the barn as we ran in full gallop alongside it! He was determined it was either me or him! He then after failing to knock me off or slam me off, picked up into a full run, I truly only had his mane to hold onto. I remember thinking to myself, tell him to stop! So I tried talking to him. I said in a commanding voice, Christmas whoa! I repeated this several times. He didn't even slow down for a second. I kept trying to grab for his reign. I could not let go of his mane long enough to reach it, as we were going so fast and I was bouncing like crazy. He was running now through trees on the property and I thought to myself, he's going to try to knock me off again by a low tree limb!

This horse has a mind of his own, and he's not stupid!!

I was so afraid he was going to injure me somehow. So I started to pull back on his mane hard! Telling him to slow down. I inched my hands up his mane a bit and wrapped my hands tightly into his mane and pulled back again, screaming as he ran Whoa!!! It was then that I prayed, GOD please help me!! I kept trying to speak to this horse with mental telepathy, could he hear me? He wasn't listening to my commands to slow down. With that prayer, the horse came to an almost dead stop. He slowed just enough before stopping so I could get a good grasp of more hair! Then we were stopped. Just like that. The others riders were all behind me, catching up to me one by one. Wendy's sister got to me first and was furious with Christmas. She asked me to get down off him, but he was so big, getting down was going to be an issue for me. So she jumped off her horse and grabbed his reigns and walked us back to the barn area. It was a long way back.  Everyone was amazed I was still on the horse! I had travelled  really far with him running at full speed. I was surprised at just how far. The other horses were left in the dust! This Christmas was some kind of a horse. When I finally got off of him with the help from the fence, I walked up to the front of him and said to him, WHY?

I could feel his anger. He had a very mischievous spirit. I felt he was taunted by it. But what could I do?

I walked away from him feeling like it was all so incomplete.

This lesson in my life taught me that not just humans suffer with spirits, but so do animals. I will never forget the fear I felt as Christmas ran towards the barn roof over hang trying to knock me off of him. This wasn't simply a horse gone running, he was being agitated by a spirit who was dead set against me and was going to do me harm. I am so grateful to GOD for HIS amazing protection and for giving me the insight to hang on and what to do to stay on that horse! I know the meaning of "Christmas", in more ways than one now!

Truth is always so much stranger than fiction!

 

The White Aura

 

It was 1987 and I was on a date in St. Petersburg, FL.

I had thought I had met a really special person who I might just have a lot in common with.  We would talk for hours and always  be on the same wave length. We got along really great!

I met Travis several months before I ever went out on a date with him. It just seemed to be one of those progressive friendships, where every day we would find ourselves talking more and more and then we seemed to always turn up where ever the other person would be, conveniently. 

Travis finally got up the nerve to ask me out on a date. It was really funny. He was so sweet. Nervous, but sweet.

We went to see a movie together for our date night and then went to join friends at a local restaurant. It was odd going from such good friends to dating.

We stayed out pretty late and headed back to my house around 11:30. It had been a wonderful evening out and Travis came in for a cup of coffee before he headed back home, a 20 mile trek or so.

While we were sitting in the living room chatting over coffee

we were laughing and recounting the day and all the fun we had.

We discussed the movie and dinner and friends as well as what we would possibly do together tomorrow?  

I was seated in a chair in the living room near the den and Travis was on a chair straight across from me. I was close to the front door. He was on a couch up against a wall.

We started talking about GOD and the trinity and how amazing the teachings are. I shared my belief and how I felt about GOD and we talked about this for a good hour. Time was just running away from us as it always did. It had to be 2:00 AM by now and Travis just kept sharing how he felt. We seemed to be again on the same wavelength.

 

All of a sudden while we were in the middle of conversation Travis jumped up and looked as if he had seen a ghost. He was pure white! He was horrified! This really scared me!  It had been such a lovely evening and conversation. He was mumbling something about "all over you" white, all over you, to me, and I was completely confused. He acted as if I had initiated some strange happening out of the blue.  I said to him, "where" all over what? He just kept staring and pointing and I didn't know what to do. His face made it clear he was very much afraid of what he was seeing "all over me", but I had no clue what he was talking about!

I looked down at my body and saw nothing.

I asked him again what he saw, his face changed from concern at that point to that of pure fear, all of a sudden he jumped up, he ran past me and outside into the front yard.

 

I was shocked! What the heck was happening? What did he see?

 I ran out after him and he was heading for his motorcycle.

I asked him to wait a moment, he said "I've got to go, what the hell was that"? I said I have no idea! You tell me! Travis said he could see something rising up all over me. He was clearly shaking, It was white and it was huge, he said it was getting brighter, so he jumped up and ran! He put his helmet on and again said, goodbye and off he went. I stood there in the street alone, mind boggled.

I didn't know what to think really!

 

Well needless to say that was our last date. He was so frightened by what he saw he said later he was afraid it would happen again!

What he described is what I have been told by others they have seen. I however have never been able to control this aura. It seems to illuminate itself around me without me understanding how it's happening.  It happens randomly, but always while I'm passionate about what I'm speaking on. Some day I hope to have a better understanding on why it happens. I feel it when I'm singing in the worship band, I can actually feel the strong vibrations of it. To this day I  can truly say I cannot control it.

I'm not sure I'm ever suppose to.

It's O.K. with me that this happens.

I wonder if this happens to others and people can see it on them?

So far in my life I have not seen it on other people.....yet

 

 

The Light

 

 

So, It was 1979, in early Spring. I had been doing quite a bit of reading and studying the Bible. I wanted to know everything about the truth!

I had had a very strong experience in 1973 that had changed my life and led me to follow a path of study, but this year was very different. It was the year I had an experience with an extraterrestrial and  it's craft. I started to rethink everything. I had tried to share with those new friends I had made at church, but half of them didn't even  really know JESUS and could not relate to what I had just experienced.

I was made to feel as if I were the freak.

I had a very strained and difficult time living alone with my experiences throughout my life. I was encouraged by pastors not to speak of them in church to my friends as they may think I was strange. It could frighten people. I thought that was pretty weird, if you're not the cookie cutter Christian, because of your experiences, you really don't belong in the Christian social club. I didn't know anyone else at that time who could relate to me. It was a time in my life that brought about so many questions.

And a lot of confusion!

 

On this particular spring day in 1979 that I would like to share, my husband had been taking a nap as he had come home late from an overnight shift where he worked. He was in a back bedroom where it was more quite so the children wouldn't wake him as they played.

I was in the house doing laundry and cleaning, just another normal day in our household. I had been praying and speaking in tongues which was a gift given to me one night as I slept.

 (I woke up one night after prayer at a church service for the gift of speaking in tongues. The sound of my voice speaking actually woke me up that night. It was amazing to wake up with my lips moving and me praying in an unknown language).

 

I had been praying and sharing with a friend this day after talking for over an hour on the phone and I felt very empowered by the Spirit of GOD.

I could actually feel HIS presence all over me. It was a sense of awareness I had felt before, but this time it was very strong! 

I just kept on cleaning up around the house and folding laundry humming worship songs as I went about by chores.

 

As I finished my laundry I walked into the room where my husband was sleeping. I had a load of folded laundry in my arms and I was trying to be quite as I slipped into the room to put the clothes on the dresser.

My husband was lying on the bed asleep on his side and facing me. Then he opened his eyes, and upon seeing me in the room he jumped up wide eyed, he jumped to his knees on the bed and stared at me while trying to stand up and back himself into the corner of the room on the bed. I said to him softly, "are you O.K."?, He continued to stare and was trying to speak, he was pointing at me as if I were the reason he was frightened! I said again, "What's wrong with you, stop it, you're scaring me"? The look on his face was one of immense fear! He was staring up over my head! He seemed to be seeing something that had taken his breath away as he looked at me. He was in a shock like state as I watched him try to scream and gasp as he went to back away from me and cower in the corner on the bed. The closer I got towards him the more he screamed for me to stay away! I stopped in my tracks as I entered the room upon seeing him react this way.  It actually scared the heck out of me. I had never seen a reaction from anyone like this before. I didn't know what to think of it. So I pleaded with him, "I'm going to back out of the room now"!

Stop acting like this, stop doing what your doing, you're scaring me! I put the clothes down on the dresser and backed out of the room slowly.

I yelled into the room from the hallway and said again, "Are you O.K."?  He replied to me, "what was that all over you"?

I said, What are you talking about? He replied that when he awoke he saw a ghostly white light surrounding me and it was so thick I was like enveloped in it. He said it terrified him, it looked like I had lightening all over me. It was coming out of the top of my head! He didn't know what to think of it, but he didn't want it on him, so he tried to get away from me!

I told him, I didn't feel or see anything like that. I had no idea what he was talking about. I had just been doing the laundry and worshiping GOD while I was humming, I just wanted to put the clothes in on the dresser in this back bed room!

With that I came back around the corner, again I saw him in the same position on his knees up against the wall on the bed, and he yelled when he saw me, it's gone now!

It's gone!

 

I asked him why it scared him? He said he didn't know for sure.

But it didn't seem like it was me standing there in the light of the doorway with this intense light all over me.

He said it looked frightening to him.

 

I have never seen what he saw that day that scared him so in broad daylight. I have heard of Aura's and I had been told once by a psychic my mother knew that she saw something amazing surround me, but to this day I have never seen what others have told me they see occasionally.

This is truly a strange life and I can't say it enough,

truth is stranger than fiction.

I believe I was walking in the SPIRIT when my husband awoke that day and it took him by surprise to see the Light of GOD surrounding me. If you're not accustomed to seeing spiritual things such as this I'm quite sure it would traumatize you the first time.

Maybe I would have acted the same  way if I saw it on him, probably not?

I'll never know.

 

The Huge Ball of Light

So, It was 1979. Of all the strange things that have happened to me I will always think this is one of the strangest! I was living in St. Petersburg, FL. It was about 3 a.m. in the morning. It was a warm night with a pleasant soft breeze. It was a night like so many here in Florida. I can't remember why I woke up this night but

I woke up from my sleep and felt called to go out in the front yard.
Somehow that didn't seem odd to me this night. I quietly made my way out the front door from my bedroom. I was the only one up in the house I remember. It was quiet and still. I went to the front door and then out on the front porch. I walked down the walk way to the edge of my curb, it felt like the right thing to do, as if I were prompted to be there for some reason. I didn't question anything.   It was almost like I was in a trance, yet I wasn't! I was wide awake and I was bare foot and I thought to myself then for the first time, why am I out in the front yard? Just standing here? I can feel the coolness of the pavement on my bare feet. What is my purpose for being here?

 

The next thing that happened was completely unexpected. I felt as if I should look down the street to my right  toward the end of the street (this would be looking towards the West). As I did, I saw a huge ball of flaming light, an actual orange glowing Orb, a very large ball of light at least 40 feet in diameter, and 40 feet high, coming down 23rd Street North just in my view. It was coming up to the end of my block on the corner, on 32nd Ave North. It was moving very slowly, just hovering over the street coming towards my corner very close to the stop sign. It wasn't touching the pavement at all. It was literally floating! Wow, I thought! That's just beautiful! As I watched it come more and more close to the end of my street it just stopped all of a sudden. I noticed now there were other neighbors coming out at the edge of their sidewalks near the street the same as myself. We all were standing at the edge of the walkway. I waived to my neighbor Betty as she made her way to the end of her walkway. I know she saw me as she glanced my way, but she didn't wave back. That was odd. I saw the older woman who lived across the street now on the south side of the street just standing there in her night gown and her hair all disheveled just staring at the big orb of warm radiating orange light. She was very close to the Orb.  I didn't even wave at her, she seemed transfixed on the light coming from it. None of us were afraid of the light at all.
We all came willing to see it, it seemed.

It resembled the sun in a way, it was glowing, but it wasn't hot. It made no sound at all. It moved very slowly, like a slow creep, and I know it had some form of intelligent life to it. Or in it. I felt it! I also felt as if it clearly saw me and the others standing there. I was the farthest from the Orb.  It was somehow communicating with us all. We were all there to see this light. It had called us all there. It had woken this entire section of our street in our neighborhood up! Only certain ones of us. We were all standing now at the edge of our driveways. I saw Catherine next door to my right on the north side of the street come out and stand at the curb. She is a very elderly lady who usually barely walked without a cane. She had no cane tonight as she stood watching the light.  She was looking straight at the orb. Betty and one of her three daughters who lived next to Catherine on the North side of the street were standing there next, her husband was standing just behind her (their other children were not there). Then the elderly lady at the end of my street as well came out, she was the closest to the ball as her home was on the corner.

Directly across the street was another older woman standing there at the edge of her driveway close to the ball of light as well, then I saw both Mr. & Mrs. Ray (I won't mention their first names here for privacy) directly across the street from me. They were the last to join us at the edge of their curb, they stood between the large Porto carpus bushes. They stood between their tall hedges. I waived at Mr. Ray. He waved back. His wife smiled at me. Then we all starred to the right, towards the West at the big bright orange lighted Orb.
I noticed we were all in our night clothes.
I did receive something from that evening coming from the orb.
It came and delivered something to us all for a certain purpose.  
Strangely though I just can't seem to remember what!

 

All of a sudden, this ball of orange glowing light lifted and took off very slowly. Right in the center of the edge of the street. It rose above the trees and then was gone. We all watched it for just a moment or so, then we all turned and went back in our homes. I watched the neighbors I could see walking back towards their front doors. It was as if we were being controlled like robots. No one spoke to each other; I was the only one more awake it seemed! I was trying to communicate with those standing out near the street. Looking back on that night I admit that was very strange! No one spoke at all throughout the entire experience. I was the only one who seemed more awake as I waved to a few that night and seemed to want to communicate, but I never did other than a wave or a smile.  It was very strange. Like I knew not too? Or perhaps I could not so I didn't?

I went straight to bed once back in the house, as if I had been told to do so. I didn't wake anybody in the house up. I don't remember locking the door when I came back in. That's odd!
 

I woke up the next morning and thought to myself, I remember something happening last night. What happened last night? I'm going to ask the neighbors about what happened to us last night.

However, I never had that conversation with any of them that day! As soon as I headed towards the door to see what happened, I simply forgot where I was going.

I simply put the matter out of my mind somehow.
How did that happen I wondered later?

I have no explanation for why I didn't follow through with the asking about what had happened to us.  I would remember it again and then, just ignore the thought in the same way. It was as if I just forgot about it! How can you forget about something like that? I would try to follow through, but never did! I just never could!

 

About 4 years later, I all of a sudden remembered the night again, what had happened to us all, and I got right up and ran to Betty's house. I did ask Betty this time. She said she thought she had had a dream about something like that, something that was very similar, but she didn't remember anything about it much. She wasn't sure if it was real, she said she could not remember, she then changed the subject, just like that! And it was ok with me somehow. As if we were under some orders not to speak of the incident.
Perhaps the extraterrestrial life that initiated the orb that evening didn't want us all discussing what had taken place?

 

I still to this day don't know why I didn't follow through more on this bizarre experience. Everyone that stood there with me has passed away save three people out of the nine. That's very strange.
They were all so much closer to the Orb than I was. I was the one farthest away on the North side of the street.

Perhaps this is why I'm still here? I have no idea really. Maybe chronologically it just happened that way. I was younger than most out there that night.

 

I have mentioned this evening to a regression therapist but at this point have not been regressed to remember.
 I find that odd as well, it's not like me to keep putting this off.

Our extraterrestrial neighbors are an enigma most of the time. I hope to continue my quest and understanding of them in my lifetime, they have been with me for so long.
Some individuals who experience contact never discuss the experience at all. They simply don't recall what happened to them.
This phenomenon is very interesting to me.
What do they do to us that makes it so hard to remember the incident?
This night happened, we all were there, but we simply never spoke of it!
I want the truth, and I want it exposed!
I feel certain the day will come when I know exactly what took place that night. I hope that day comes soon!
For all of us, to know what the agenda is! 

The Donut Shop

 

This is a true story of a very bizarre but purposeful 7 year experience I had along with my entire family 42 years ago. I have changed the name of the person and left out the children's names I interacted with to protect their privacy.

 

It was around 1:00 pm in the afternoon in 1977, I was married and living in St. Petersburg FL. Raising my two sons along with my now ex husband. My boys were 4 and 2 years old. We were all out on this particular beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon for a drive to see some friends in Largo, Florida. It's just a few cities north of St. Petersburg.  We were taking our time just enjoying the light conversation and the great weather, really excited to have been invited up for a day at their pool.

We were heading north up 66th Street, we were taking a different route today for some reason.  We were just passing the light at the corner of 38th Avenue North and 66th Street when all of a sudden I heard the powerful voice of a man speaking to me. You see this was common for me throughout my life. I had heard HIS voice all my life and it was second nature to me to suddenly hear HIM ask me a question or give me direction. HIS voice was firm and yet kind. The voice was always very comforting but extremely strong, unlike other men's voices. It always felt like a powerful vibrational force as HE said to me very matter of fact, "Teri, have your husband stop in the donut shop up ahead and you go in and stand at the counter".  I said out loud, O.K.!

Then I said out loud immediately to my husband, Please pull the car over to that donut shop, there, (as I pointed) on the right, up ahead.  My husband looked at me strangely and said "why"? Are we getting donuts now at this time in the afternoon? I said, "I don't really know yet why, just please, pull in, please just pull in now"! (My husband always fought me on spiritual issues like these) I was now raising my voice as again I firmly said "PULL in there NOW! He said "O.K." and turned the wheel into the parking lot.

I explained to my husband what was happening, I told him of this urgency, I was walking on blind faith here!

Then he said to me again as I waited to hear from the LORD, Teri, why are we here, I don't want a donut.

 I said to him, neither do I but I believe the voice of the LORD has just instructed me to pull in here and go stand at the counter.

 So having said that, I got out of the car and asked my husband to please just be patient and let me see where the next instruction I would receive would lead to.

I just wanted to do as I was asked by the LORD. 

 I pulled my shirt down tight swallowed hard and headed into the Coffee shop. I was thinking the whole time as I walked toward the door, What do I do now LORD?

I walked inside. And I just stood there, like I was told. There weren't that many people in the shop.

Maybe 8 or so total. I just Stood there near the front counter, waiting.

There was a man and women in front of me. I continued to wait. They ordered their donuts. Then as I heard the man giving his order to the waitress, I heard the voice of the LORD again clearly say to me, "Do you see the woman and the three children at the end of the counter", I whispered out loud, yes LORD. He then said to me, "Go to the woman and ask her if there is anything you can do for her, anything at all", I replied "O.K."

 

At the end of the counter was a young woman seated alone and her three children. All girls. The woman had long brown hair and the children were very young.

 

Now, the waitress was starting to speak to me as all this was happening, she said "excuse me ma'am", What can I get for you? I said, well, I'm not sure yet, just a moment please. ( I stood there waiting to see if the Lord was going to give me any further instruction, like exactly what to say to this stranger) She replied, sure, just let me know when you're ready. I then smiled at her and started to head down towards the woman with the long brown hair seated at the end of the counter with the three sweet little girls.  

 

 

As I was walking toward them I said to the Lord, "what will I say, what do you want me to say here"?

He replied to me "say exactly as I have spoken to you". I said again, "O.K." Thinking to myself "here we go"!

 

So I extended my hand to a young pretty woman with long brown hair and big brown eyes, and introduced myself to her. Hi, I said, My name is Teri. She said her name was Debbie, She looked at me rather oddly, I said to her, I'm sure you will find this pretty strange Debbie, but is there anything I can do for you, you see I was asked to ask you this question?

She replied with, "excuse me, what"? Do I know you? Who asked you? I said no actually you don't know me, but I was driving up to Largo to see some friends with my family and as I got near this donut shop I heard the voice of the LORD say to me too pull in here and then, too come speak to you and ask you what I can do for you.

As I was saying this to her a very odd thing happened to me. I felt a surge of power come over me, cloak me actually, it was an unbelievable feeling! I had amazing compassion pour over me for this stranger and her three children.

 I pointed out the window to my car and my husband and children who were just sitting there waiting patiently on me, waved a hello and a smile to Debbie.

 Her face went as white as a sheet. She said, What? Really? Who are you? Are you kidding me here? Oh my God! That's hard to believe.

I said, perhaps it is Debbie, but I am to ask you a question. So I'm wondering, what is it that you need, what can I do for you right now? I was asked to ask you that specifically, what can I do for you! She looked at me as if I were completely nuts and as if she were going to scream! Then she blurted out, sit down please. Please, just sit down here a minute. So I sat on the stool next to her. She was shaking visibly. Her hands were just shaking so hard she was holding them to try to stop them from shaking. I had never seen anyone shake that much before. I put my hand on her shoulder and said, whatever it is you're going through the LORD has heard your prayer, and HE has sent me to help you. What can I do for you? With that she calmed down and stopped shaking.

Her big brown eye's were full of tears. She sat there for a long moment with her head in her hands and sobbing she said "I want to show you something", I said "O.K." She then pulled a piece of paper from her purse unwrapped it quickly and handed it to me. She said, "this is just so crazy,

I can't believe what you're saying to me here"! 

I smiled but did not respond.

I unfolded the paper and said, "do you want me to read this"? She replied, "first promise me you will not tell anybody what you  are about to read"! I said, O.K., I won't tell anybody. She replied then go ahead and read it.

To my absolute shock and amazement, (which I tried to conceal) because what I read was so horrifying, I could hardly believe it myself was all the reasons why Debbie was going to kill herself!Contained in this note was Debbie's suicide letter.

She had planned on taking her life that very day!

Just moments from my fateful visit! GODs instructions to me were purposeful to save her and possibly her children's lives!

She had stopped to get coffee at the donut shop with the girls so she could figure out her details, and how she was going to do this to herself and maybe her children!  She wanted to spend her last moments alive with her children, here at the donut shop!

 

She just couldn't figure out what to do with her daughters at the moment she would commit her crime!

She explained to me she had serious problems at home. She was recently disfellowshipped from her church and was being divorced. Her family had turned their backs on her, her husband was awarded the children in the decree. She now was going to be all alone after 10 years of marriage. He was getting the children. She explained it was because her husband had fallen in love with a younger girl at the church and had gotten the young girl pregnant.

Her husband, an elder in the church, was to marry the young pregnant lady in his congregation and replace his wife (Debbie) with this younger woman. They then they would raise Debbie's girls and raise their family as one new happy family. 

It all sounded very strange to me.

Debbie was so distraught to say the least. Her husband had accused her of being an unfit mother to justify their divorce and move on with his new plans. There was nothing she could do.

As odd as the story was, I did not question her further.

 

This young woman at the donut counter was so discouraged and broken she could hardly speak as she told me her side of her sad and hurtful story. I just listened. My heart just broke for her.  

After about 20 minutes, I walked outside and let my husband know what was happening. He asked me what I thought we were to do for her? I said I feel as if I'm going to leave it up to her. I'm going to let her direct the outcome of this visit, as I hadn't heard anything else from the LORD since I started talking with her!  HE asked me to ask her what I could do for her, so I would wait for her to tell me what to do.

It was decided then by Debbie, that I would take her children and keep them safe while she spent some time alone, and she would call me in a day or two after she thought things through. I agreed to do this only if she agreed to do nothing foolish. She agreed, she said she was so overwhelmed with what I had told her from GOD that she wasn't going to go through with her suicide plan now. Even though I knew I couldn't really depend on that promise she made to me, I just had to trust GOD! I hoped I would see her again in just a few day's.

We prayed with her in the parking lot, hugged her and assured her we would do as GOD instructed us. I gave her my phone number and address. Introduced her to my husband, who verified to her what GOD had told me and how HE instructed me to pull into the donut shop. She was just flabbergasted about it all!

We invited her to come home with us. We pleaded with her telling her we would say nothing about what she was dealing with. She hesitated and said "no", thank you, I think I need to be alone for awhile. she said she just had to sort things out in her mind. She needed time. She convinced me she would be in touch in a few days. I had no choice but to believe her.

I guess she just needed time to understand how all this had come to be. After all, it isn't every day this sort of thing happens in this manner.

I assured her I would care for her sweet young girls as if they were my own until she returned. I told her not to worry at all, I was as far away as a phone call. I gave her the tag number on my car just to give her more peace. I asked her if she needed any money? She said , No.

So, I loaded the little darlings into the car in the back seat with my boy's and I drove off with her three precious daughters, safe now, in the back seat of our car. They were instantly all so happy to be with us. I was surprised, as if they had known us all their little lives. I think they were emotionally drained from the stress of being with their seriously distraught mother. They actually seemed excited and  immediately started chatting with my boy's.

 

It would be three weeks before I heard from or saw Debbie again.

I must say, I was starting to wonder if I would ever see her again! Talk about stressful, I had no idea if she had gone through with her plan or not. There were no cell phones back in that day, so there was no way of communicating with each other. Something inside me had assured me however that everything was going to be fine, but I must agree the waiting is never easy!

She came to the front door alone one afternoon and the girls and I were elated to see her. Such joy was in my heart, she was alive and now safe!

I was so grateful she was still alive! She looked me right in the eyes and one of the first things she said to me was she would be converting from her religion to mine! She was so impressed with how GOD had come through for her in her absolute deepest darkest hour, literally. She said she never felt so loved like this in all her life.

 

This began a 7 year friendship with Debbie and our family. She did convert to become a Christian.  She lived with us, her and the girls, for over a year from that first day until we could help her get on her feet and into her own home.

I never questioned the limits of service I was asked of GOD. Miracles and blessing continued over the next 7 years, everyone at church and in my family witnessed them all. I never tried to change the flow of helping this woman.

I understood I was to do what ever it took to help her find her way.

But the story would continue to have it's twists and turns.

 

For some of us to be given such love and kindness, dedication and service it would have been more than enough. Others, will walk away, ignore and forget what a HOLY GOD and a good friend had done for them.

It wasn't my place to judge her, it was my place to help her.

I was to be open, available and kind, understanding and helpful.

I realized what the LORD was doing in my life by having me become the servant.

It clarified for me how HE while here alive on this planet as a man himself, HE had done the same thing constantly. I identified personally with HIS ministry, and the lessons I learned which were very hard and painful at times, so difficult as seven people crammed into a small 2 bedroom home lived out their lives. The goal was peace, and that is exactly what I found.

I look back often at those days and smile.

I left my home one beautiful sunny Sunday morning to visit friends in a neighboring city, took a different longer route for some odd reason and then heard the voice of GOD himself redirect my plans for that day, and my life to save a woman and her three children.

My world instantly and forever would change. This miracle in the making would challenge my faith and teach me how to love others, truly love with the love of Christs ministry here on earth.

I highly advise this for all readers. Jump in, abandon your own plans and let the love of GOD guide you, there is no better high, no better satisfaction known to man in this life than to lay down his life (or plans) for his friends!

 

Miracles like these are all around us. Waiting for us to obey and tap into them. We have to listen for them, recognize them, and truly just obey the signs and the LORDS calling, to see what lessons for this life can come of it all. I might add that not questioning, once you know HIS voice is always beneficial as well.

It is all about learning, growing and coming to feel and understand GODS love and HIS human life here among us!

Everything HE does with us is purposeful!

It never ceases to amaze me what can happen when we don't question and just simply obey! 

To obey is better than sacrifice, (1 Samuel 15:22)