The Guest Validation

So, it was June of 2018. I was conducting a Mutual UFO Network meeting in Lakeland Florida as I usually do. We had flown in a very popular T.V. personality to stay with us as well as some local friends while he was here.  

After he spoke at our meeting he came to stay with us at our home instead of staying in a hotel. We had a wonderful bedroom set up for him in our studio/office. He loved the set up and we all had a great time doing interviews and visiting with good friends while he was with us. He was pleased to be in our studio/bedroom as he was going to be on his LIVE Pod cast that next night, and he wanted to be in the studio to use it for that reason.

Everything was going just fine. We all were having a wonderful visit together.
We never shared much about our home and how many odd & strange things had occurred here. It just never came up.

 

That night as he slept in the studio he thought he had seen our little dog, "Lovey" in the room with him,  (our small black, tan and white chihuahua who is about 6 lbs. or less) . He said he saw this a few times throughout the night. He also reported something was running around the room, low to the ground along the floor boards, but he could not see it clearly and it didn't make any sound. He also said as he lay in bed that night, he felt someone get in the bed with him, and they were laying right next to him as he could feel their breath on his face.  He said that, "that incident" really frightened him. He quickly rose up and grabbed his phone off the night stand and turned it on to use it as a night light. There was no one there!

It really freaked him out, he just knew someone had gotten into bed with him!  He was sure there was another human in the room with him, but where had they gone? No dog was ever seen again by him that night after this incident.  He said he calmed himself down as he didn't want to wake us all up at that time in the morning, but he was really upset. He said it was hard to fall back off to sleep he was so frightened.

 

The next morning he woke up before anyone else and was eager to tell us of this happening. He was really anxious about it.

We all stood amazed at what he had just shared with us as we had the dog (Lovey) in the kennel all night long. She was not in his room at any time, the door where her kennel is, remains closed while she is sleeping. And our guest's door was also closed. It was impossible for him to have seen "our" dog. 

We also have a very tiny tea cup chihuahua named Wolfgang Tucker who was also in his kennel sleeping all night in our bedroom on the other side of the house with our door shut as well. We have always kenneled our dogs in the evening.

Whatever he saw was NOT a LIVE dog.

 

What our guest did not know, was that I had seen on several occasions in my home over the last few months, the exact same thing! I had shared this with several people who our guest did not talk to. What I thought was my dog, in the house, was actually a brown, low to the ground spirit which moved like a small dog quickly from place to place.  Stopping and then quickly moving again and again. Darting back and forth! It was always seen through my peripheral vision, I thought that very odd. But none the less it was clearly seen, time and again. It was very alarming as I kept seeing it. On two occasions, when I had seen this happening  I had yelled at my son to "please put the dog out", as she was running through the house and I was afraid she may pee in the house acting as crazy as she was. My son then walked into the room I was yelling from and said to me, "Mom, the dog is outside laying in her bed sleeping"! On both accounts I got up to see that what my son told me was in fact accurate. I saw our Lovey sound asleep in her bed on the pool deck outside, just as he said! I told him what I saw and he shared that the same thing had happened to him a week earlier. My son said he didn't mention it to me then as he thought he maybe could have imagined it. 

 

My husband who was not home while my son and I discussed this incident told us he had seen the exact same thing one evening. We then shared with him what we had both seen as well.

Having our guest see this was very alarming. We had rebuked the small entity and prayed in JESUS name, and thought it was gone. Obviously it wasn't. It had come back.

Some entities are stronger than others.

So again we bound the entity in the name of JESUS, and prayed it would not remain , or return to our home.

We have not seen it again to this date.

 

As for the breathing our guest felt in his room while laying in bed,  we have had many reoccurring issues in our studio with strange happenings. 

A young girl who used to live in this home, was killed in a strange way, years before we bought the home. As sad as that is, there have been sightings of her and voices and strange sounds throughout the house.

Because we are demonologists we are often attacked by forces from other dimensions when we are working with people to set them free from hauntings, possessions and poltergeist activity. From time to time we have to work on these spirits to get them out, more than once. 

We felt our guest unknowingly validated what we already knew. We needed more prayer.

We prayed for him and were glad he had no further issues.
He said he really "Loved" being here in our home! It was just so strange that one night. 

I hope we can get him to return again at the end of the year to be a guest here locally once again.

Truth is always stranger than fiction.

 

Ectoplasm Type Apparition

So, it was a strange day for me!

Things were a bit off. I was with two good guy friends and we all had a pretty good day, but I was being pressured most of the day (Peer pressured) into something I was not interested in doing. My best friends wanted me to smoke a joint with them and I was dead set against it! I don't smoke cigarettes and I hate the smell of them, and I'm not a fan of the smell of pot either, not to mention it was illegal at the time. I just had no interest in smoking anything!

I was holding my own in this peer pressure issue all day!

 

On this night we would all experience something we had each never seen or imagined before, not in our wildest dreams! The bizarre happenings of life had come my way a few times before this day, but never like this, never so bizarre!

I was young and had no real beliefs about anything, other than I knew somehow GOD was real.  I wasn't strongly connected to any of this yet, having been raised religious by my parents, I hadn't made any progress in my own thinking about it at all yet in my life.

That was soon to change! This night would teach me about the truth of living in this anomalous world!

 

However, no one could have prepared me for what was about to become a new reality for me on this odd evening.

 

Around 11:00 pm or so I went to my friends apartment, with my other friend, which was a new experience for me. We all drove over separately. I had never been there before. So I was excited to see where my friend lived. It was an old upstairs apartment, in a 4 apartment building located behind and kind of catty corner to an old hospital in St. Petersburg, FL, St. Anthony's. These friends were really great guys and I trusted them both completely. We parked our cars out in the front street. We had known each other for a few years by now and hung out frequently. We then walked up the left side of the building on an old steel staircase. (A lot of apartments in Florida were built this way in the early 1900's with outside staircases) It was a nice place for the most part, the typical old Florida building, heavily painted wood frames and old sinks and kitchen appliances. Nice enough, but not that big. There was a sofa and a couple of chairs in the dimly lit apartment living room, across from a table and two chairs, it was a one room kitchen and living room kind of arrangement. I say dimly lit because there was a candle my friend had lit, there were no lights on. It was sitting on the coffee table closest to me to my right.

Both guys were teasing me about being such a goof because I wouldn't have one toke of their joint. They were both enjoying themselves and laughing at me. After at least another hour, I finally said OK, OK, ONE TOKE, and then please knock off the peer pressure!

 

I had spent 8 hours fighting these two about this issue, I thought to myself, Geeze, shut up already you two, I figured, heck it won't kill me, I'll take one hit!

As my one friend passed me the joint, I put it up to my lips to take a hit of it and oddly enough out of my left peripheral vision I saw a strange smoke coming from near the kitchen sink area. I turned to look in that direction. I noticed that both friends were looking to the left at it also. We weren't saying anything at all to each other at this point. We were all in shock! Just watching in disbelief, and here I am holding this dam joint! We were all thinking, what is that ? It clearly wasn't a fire. It wasn't smoke. Nothing like I'd ever seen before. What the hell is that? I'm sure that's what we were all thinking? It was rising from the floor up to the first drawer of the cupboard. It was moving quickly. It looked like some kind of weird thick smoke.

Then all of a sudden, it grew to at least 5 feet 10 inches tall, and as if something became alive in the smoke, it formed a face, a frightening, ghostly white face, strange hair, the eyes were horrifying, like big empty holes, they had a frightening look to them, that was more horrifying than anything I had ever seen at that point in my life! The face was long and came to almost a point at the chin, the mouth had long pointed teeth in it, and the mouth was open, then the face began to move! The face was fixed on me! Then the body began to float towards us!  Both my friends screamed at the top of their lungs! Loud and full of terror! I was frozen in fear! Literally frozen! They both got up and ran for the stairs, screaming still,  that led down to the yard in front of the apartment. I was unable to move at all for a moment. In that moment the entire apparition flew instantly into my face and I thought I was going to die. I lost it! I was to afraid to even scream!  I had no idea what had just happened to me! I think I lost time, I was so numb and afraid I had no sense of time at all, I just remembered finally standing up and running down the stairs somehow as fast as I could! I don't really remember much, I was so afraid. I can only recall what I finally was able to do. Get the hell out of that apartment!

Both of my friends were standing in the front yard scared out of their minds! They were so afraid. I said what did you see? What happened up there? What the hell was that?

We all talked about it for a minute. We all agreed we saw the same white horrifying apparition!

They didn't have a clue how it all happened anymore than I did!  They were so afraid. They both decided to leave the apartment. I was shocked!  I had just experienced the single most frightening thing that had ever happened to me at that point in my life and now they were going to leave!

Life is a strange trip sometimes.

I did not know it at that time, but I had come face to face with a demonic apparition. It was beyond frightening in every sense of the word. And literally Face to Face! It flew right through me in an instant. I have no idea where it went! Once it had gone threw me, I got up and ran for my life!

I knew there was real demonic activity at this point, and it was attacking my life! It just came calling for me. WHY? I have to wonder why at that very moment it decided to appear to us. It was no coincidence! It came right towards me. Both my friends agreed it was fixed on me. How I wish it wouldn't have. However, This was the beginning of my spiritual battles. A door opened in that apartment that night. A portal if you will, that took me years to learn how to close.

This is why today I am a demonologist.

It is also why I am a strong believer in the GOD that saved me from all of this horror! 

My life  experiences are proof that truth is stranger than any fiction!

 

Paralyzed

So, it was 1987. It was a very warm summer evening.

I had gone to bed that night later than normal, but except for that, it was just like any other night. 

As the night progressed  however, it was unfolding very differently from those other nights.

I woke up around 3:00am in the morning and tried to move. I was unable to. I thought to myself, "get up silly, you need to use the restroom"! I didn't seem alarmed that I could not move. I always drink so much coffee before I go to bed every night, that I rarely make it through the night before I have to get up.

This night was no exception.

But I couldn't get up!

So I concentrated on moving a bit, my arms were frozen to my sides. I kept on trying to move, not really thinking to much about it, as I was in a fog from being so sound asleep.

I don't ever sleep on my back however, I am a side sleeper and  I did think it odd I was on my back, but I didn't dwell on it at that moment. Nothing was making sense. I wasn't overly concerned.

Again I said to myself, "Teri, get up"!

I am a very tenacious soul and since I wasn't moving anything at all, I said one more time to myself, "get up"! With that my body sat up in bed and I was able to move a bit. I rubbed my eyes, my arms felt very heavy, really weird, and then I threw my legs over the side of the bed.

I thought to myself, ok, here we go!

As I went to stand up, I fell on the floor, by hitting the side of my bed and bouncing straight down to the carpet!

My legs were like jelly. I had no use of them at all!

What the heck was this, I thought?

I was now fully sprawled out on the floor and unable to move at all! I thought to myself, "what the heck is going on here"?

My arm hit the dresser, but just barley as I fell to the ground.

I tried to move my arms again, they would not move!

Now, I was afraid! Very afraid! AND MAD!

What the heck is going on here I thought again? What is causing this? This has never happened before to me and I am not drunk so, how does this happen to someone? Why me?

My eyes were opened and I could clearly see myself laying on the floor! I could not seem to speak though, all my commands to myself were coming from my thoughts!

I lay there on the floor for I don't remember how long, getting more upset about all this, feeling all alone and concerned! Then I said to myself again, in a strong and somewhat angry voice "get up"!

I was wedged a bit between the bed and my nearby dresser. My arm had hit the dresser as I went down to the floor, but I didn't seem to be hurt, this was awkward, but I didn't feel any pain anywhere. Knowing I was basically ok,

I said again, "Teri, get up"!

And with that, my arm control came immediately back. I pushed my upper body up off the floor. I was able to rise to a full standing position instantly! I carefully took one step forward, then another. Testing out my legs as I moved. I felt a tad bit shaky but for the most part, I was moving forward with no issue.

I headed out of my bedroom and to the restroom.

I appeared to be one hundred percent normal again.

I headed back to bed and before I lay back down, I stood there for a moment, in the dark, wondering if I wanted to get back into bed again? Would I be able to get back out?

My voice was back and I said out loud now, what the heck is this all about?

I am used to having strange things happen to me, but never like this! I'm not a drinker and I don't use drugs, so how did this happen I wondered? Was it an abduction that I was paralyzed from? Was it a spiritual battle I had been fighting? Was something there just before I woke up that had caused this to happen to me?

I still to this day do not know exactly what happened, but I can say with all honesty, it has never happened again! Not before that day, and not since.

We live in such a strange world with so many different dimensions, I believe, somehow, I woke before my experience was over that night. I awoke and took a mind over matter approach to standing up, and it worked.

The take away here is our minds are so much stronger than we understand. We hold amazing powers within us.

Truth is stranger than all fiction!

Be careful what you say when you talk to yourself, your whole body is listening!

The Gift of Tenacity

So, it was 1970. My boyfriend and I were going downtown St. Petersburg, FL to get some papers he needed from Tomlinson adult education center in the Mirror Lake area of St. Pete. He had just purchased a new motorcycle and we were so excited to drive it down town.  It was around 11:00 am, a bright and very hot summer day in July. We pulled up in front of the school parking area, he parked his motorcycle in one of the spots for bikes and we headed into the office to pick up his paperwork.

As we did, I had a strange feeling come over me. Like something was about to happen. I laughed at the thought of me thinking this way and simply literally laughed it off.

We were both in the Tomlinson office for around a half hour or so. We got his paperwork settled and were relived to be heading out the front door so quickly. We walked over to the area where he had parked the bike and it wasn't there? It was simply gone?

 

We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. My boyfriend said he was so upset! He hadn't even made two payments on the bike and it was stolen! He was very distraught. I was shocked to see him this way. It hurt to see someone you cared so much for to be so upset and helpless. I remembered feeling strange before going into the office and having laughed it off as if it were nothing. This made me mad, why didn't I question that feeling? What had I missed here? Why was this happening to such a great guy? Oh, and it began to set in that, hey, we were walking 7 miles home at this point!

That didn't sit well with either of us.

 I suggested he call the police and make a report, so we went back into the office where we had just been and he called the police and said he would wait where the bike used to be to make his report to the police. They assured him they would be there in about ten minutes.

We walked back across the street and I felt a very powerful cloaking come over me, as if I were feeling an anointing come on me. It is really hard to put into words. But it was all over me and my hair was standing on end! I was feeling very strong in the spirit!

It was then, all of a sudden I said to my boyfriend, stay here for a moment, and wait for the police I am going to find your bike for you! I was very matter of fact when I said it. It almost shocked me hearing "myself" saying that to him! But somehow I knew I could find it! I just knew it! There was no doubt at all in my mind. I mean NONE! My boyfriend said no, just wait here with me, don't worry, I replied, NO, I'm going to find that bike! I then turned and started walking down the street as if being led by the hand by an unseen powerful presence. I was actually very angry that some creep had done this to my boyfriend! What a horrible thing to do I thought, steal something so valuable from someone! How could some creep do that, we were only gone for a half hour?  I was going for vengeance while I walked towards the buildings in front of me!  I looked in every shop window, I walked around this one two story  apartment building that was right across the street from where we had been. This was it! I just knew this was the place I would find the bike! I prayed, please take me to the bike! Someone led me to the second floor, I knew I was headed in the right direction. It was as if I could smell the dishonest soul that had done this and I was getting closer. Closer still, closer still with every step! It was like nothing I had ever experienced until now. I was focused completely on finding this bike! I walked past more than 10 apartments on the second floor and then...BINGO... the screen door was open to one of the apartments and inside was a very young and I must say, actually very good looking young man  (this shocked me as I had an ugly creep in mind) sitting on the floor of his apartment living room disassembling  my boyfriends motorcycle! He was right there, he had looked up at me as I passed the door just briefly,  I was shocked, there he was, there was the bike! I had found him right there in his apartment living room. I was elated! I had been led right to the very spot I wanted to be! I walked past the door and then stopped once out of his view. After seeing the bike in that room with this young man, I knew I had found the stolen bike! I asked the Lord, what do I do now? Here it is, here I am, I thought and before I even heard back from the Lord,  and with my heart pounding in my chest, I walked back past the door and looked in and said to the man very calmly,  "hey", that's a nice looking bike, why are you disassembling it, as I smiled and acted very flirty? He rose from the floor and said after looking quite shocked,  "I need to get some new parts for it", and he looked at me rather strangely. I asked him if  he would mind if I could come in and use his phone? (where that came from I have no idea?) He said "sure", come on in. We both smiled at each other as he opened the screen door and pointed to the phone on the counter in this very tiny little room. I acted as if I was calling someone and said, gee, the numbers busy, but thanks for letting me use your phone, I then had a sense of almost fear come over me, and knew I had to get out of the apartment immediately, I knew he was very suspicious of me and I could see he was holding a very large craftsman tool in his hand! I smiled at the man very kindly and said, "Thanks, have a good day", maybe I'll see ya around again some time? He smiled at me, but I also noticed a strange look in his eye, like he was beginning to really question this whole interaction so I quickly walked straight to the screen door and headed out to the hallway. Once out the door I made haste to go back downstairs and find my boyfriend!

The police were with him and I said, "I found the bike"! My boyfriend smiled and said, "you're kidding", I said "no", I'm not, so I told the police exactly where to find the bike and they went and handcuffed the young man and that was it! The bike was not ride able so we took the bus home. But I was elated that we were able to locate the bike and get it back. I was so grateful for the tenacious spirit that walked me to the site of the stolen bike!

I never thought twice about not looking for that bike that day, and I had a certain knowing that I would find the bike. It's very interesting to me how the spirit world works. GOD gives us a knowing, we can have complete confidence in HIM when the anointing comes over us, regardless if we feel qualified or not!

Isn't HE good! I will always treasure that day. That was the day that the LORD gave me the gift of tenacity.

I treasure it with all my heart!

 

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 Seraphim

It was 1976, I had had many conversations with the LORD. Yes, you read that right. It was natural for me to speak with HIM. It was what I knew from the beginning of knowing HIM. I often shared what HE shared with me with others who were always amazed that I had that wisdom bestowed on me.

Speaking with the KING Of KINGS is no small thing. I didn't realize that back in the 70's. I thought everyone spoke to HIM as I did. I truly thought everyone who believed in HIM had this relationship with HIM that I had. I found out later that wasn't so.

I had read that King David spoke to HIM and Moses and so many others in the Bible both male and female so I assumed HE would continue to speak to me. It made perfect sense.

Thank GOD, HE still does.

The day I met the LORD HE appeared to me and spoke clearly, guiding me to choose what was right for me at that time.

When I shared that originally with others they had a hard time believing me, but eventually they came to understand I had a unique relationship with the LORD and they respected what HE shared with me and what that all entailed. It was always knowledge I personally did not know of and the type of thinking I was unaware of. It was as much a shock to me as it was to those who I  would share my experiences with. It was all always founded in the Word. I wasn't even aware of the Word much in the 70's a was often quoting what I heard from HIM, not what I had read.

I did not think I was special.

I did not think I was unique really. I just understood HE chose me to have this type of life relationship with HIM and I was purely blessed! Words fail me. I am so blessed.

 

One night The LORD sent an angel to me who entered my room from the ceiling up in the left hand corner of my bedroom. As odd as that may sound I tell you truly this is how this happened.

He called to me and said only this "come"!

He was a messenger Angel.

The Angel then took me to a quaint city. There I had a promise given to me by ELOHIM personally. I did not see HIM, but the Angel spoke for HIM, he made that clear to me. I will not share that here. It is personal and only meant for me.

But while I was there the Angel that brought me asked me to look to my far right as we stood in this small quaint village, and as I did I beheld one of the most wonderful sights I have ever seen other than the LORD HIMSELF!

The glory, the power and the amazement of these beings my eyes beheld was beyond belief.

Two beautiful very large Angels stood in front of two even larger thick wooden doors. As if to protect them. As if to keep anyone out from entering them. It was overwhelmingly amazing.

They were part of what the LORD spoke to me of so I thought perhaps I was to walk through the doors?

Right??........Wrong!

As I began to lift my right foot slightly from the ground to head towards the doors, both the Seraphs spread all 6 wings over the doors and covered them entirely!

Imagine my fear! What beauty! Such beautiful serene faces!

What a fantastic experience!

They scared me stiff, literally, and I stopped mid step in my tracks and then I heard the Angels voice who was with me speak to me

again. He cautioned me strongly. The look on the Seraphim's faces changed to a very serious appearance, as if to say with their eyes...STOP right where you are NOW! And I did not move an inch. Oh my I thought, what have I done?

In the LORDS presence it is NOT ABOUT YOU! If HE wants you to react, you do. If HE doesn't YOU DO NOT!

HIS power makes the Angels look like paper cut outs. HE is clearly phenomenal in every aspect! I'm very serious. The GOD I serve is so beyond us and other than us in so many ways. 

He is also unbelievably loving but at the appropriate times.

This was a time for me to listen and receive, not to take my own initiative or desires into my hands. And that was that!

The Seraphs were however more beautiful than any Angel I had seen up to that time. So very large and strong! Wings as white as snow. Just like a birds. Soft and elegant. There hair was longer to the shoulders and there faces were like chiseled perfection in every way. Every way! Just amazing.

Manly but softer. Simply breath taking beautiful. It was all I could do to remain standing in their presence, but I knew not to bow, as they were merely Angels of the LORDs great Army!

And certainly leaders at that!

ELOHIM is so much more than they are!!

Words do HIM no justice. HE is for the eyes and heart only.

The mind can barely find the words to express HIM.

That's an experience for another day.

The Seraphs  wore long white gowns with sashes in the front.

I don't remember if there was more on them, I was so taken so overwhelmed with their size and the wing span and the feathers and their beautiful faces I hardly was able to take it all in.

They were as I said before so different from the Messengers I had seen before and nothing like the Cherubs.  

I will treasure this experience for my entire life. Many other things have happened very similar to this but this was by far special to me as I was given a promise. Most things fail in comparison to this, but then that's not what these experiences are about. They are to be helps and guidance through the journey we each are on in this life. In the land of the living. Our time here is short but yet serious. We hopefully will all awake to this truth before it's too late. 

  

 

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, this is NOT our Home here on Earth, if you are called by GOD!

 

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 others.  I was inquisitive and drinking it all in. It was uncomfortable. I remember not liking it all. 

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. Or older faces with horrifying make up on them. It was frightening. It was so unnatural.  There was no where for me to go to be away from cigarettes and sights and sounds. The cigarettes odor 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, and faces.

 

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. 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 older.

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 remember clearly telling the voice, "I have experienced everything here now, and I understand why I came. So, "NOW" I am ready to leave". I was very firm in my telling HIM how I felt. I believed I had an option at the time to request to come Home! I will never forget how "The Voice" spoke to me in a warm, loving, supportive way that day as HE answered me. Oh how I yearned to hear HIM speak to me! But, HIS reply was "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 then, 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 can hardly handle what we have all already been given here! So the journey goes on, so we can come to know and understand HIS will for us here.

 

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. Some may have gotten angry and aggressive towards HIM? They lost their way from a young experience of anger.

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, Life as we know it.

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.

We truly are all walking each other HOME!

 

 

Handled By The Unseen

So, I was asked about a year ago to visit a friends home and cleanse it from unwanted entities that had been seen in the home from several people. It was in the home for some time maybe a year or so. It had been seen by the family that lived there as well as others and they were all being frightened by it.

They weren't sure who it was they were seeing but all agreed it was clearly a woman.

It appeared ghostly in several spots in the home and moved around the room like an ectoplasm type apparition.  Sometimes she was known to move items in the room. Chairs and papers and dishes left out. Aides that were there to assist the Mother of the home through a transition of illnesses had refused to return to the home because they had seen this ghostly woman in the parlor and the bedroom of the home they were attending.

It had become such a problem that the news was spreading among nurses and aides and no one wanted to help this poor woman any longer and the family was at their wits end.

Two of the sisters in the home had experienced the entity  as well as noises in the parlor on several occasions and tried hard to ignore it as they had so much work to do caring for their invalid mother. But they were actually afraid and were loosing their ability to ignore the visions.

 

I arrived with my team around 6:00pm and it was getting dark as it was the winter season and evening comes quickly here in Florida at that time of year. The interior of the home was dimly lit. It was a beautiful older home.

We entered the home and immediately I felt a strong presence come right at me. Almost like it was welcoming me. As I walked through the front music room into the parlor of the home I felt yet another presence. This one was eerily cold. I knew things were going to move quickly now that I was here. I was sure there was more than one entity and we were not alone in the room!

I continued walking towards the Mothers bedroom in the center of the home to see if the entity would appear to me as it had others.

When I got into the doorway of the bedroom I backed up near the wall to face the living room, which was where three of the aides reported seeing the woman appear and stand. It was then that a very strong, very firm hand grasped my left shoulder and squeezed  tightly! I was immediately very angry and turned around quickly as there was no one behind me and I knew now that the eerily cold entity had made contact with me. Not by appearing but by handling me. This is forbidden as I will not allow the entities control while I'm investigating.

I immediately stood my ground and rebuked the entity in the name of Jesus. It let go immediately! I instructed it to be bound and unable to touch me or any other person in the room.

I felt the entity leave the room. Not the house, just the room.

What is interesting to mention here is that the entity did not have boney fingers when it grasped my shoulder. It was just a strong and firm pressing in of a force. Not actual fingers. Yet it had a firm forceful grip. I wanted to mention this as I often hear others say that they feel the hand, but what it is actually is the force the presence can control.

We all gathered instantly for prayer and set both of the spirits free from the house. Once an entity has this type of power you don't want to play games with it. We the living must take control or we open ourselves up for attachments and possessions if we are uneducated in spiritual matters. Happens every day!

 

The entire home felt peaceful, Every person present could actually feel the release. The family was elated!

 

As I left the home I noticed It was across the street from a large old Funeral home. This was an issue for those living in this house, as the Mother would occasionally wander across the street  and walk on the grounds of the Funeral home. Because her mind was weak from strokes and Alzheimer's she was leading the lost into her home. This can truly happen. It isn't always a problem living around Funeral homes or Hospitals, but it can be.  Depending on the spiritual well being of those living in the homes it can cause issues. I have seen this many times.  Even in my own life.

We live in a world where the unseen are everywhere. We must educate ourselves and be aware of what we can do to alleviate problems with issues such as these.

The good news is the Angels are all around us as well.

We are truly NEVER alone here.

Loved ones are close and so are many others however we are in charge of the moment always and have full authority if we will just educate ourselves of the truth.

Without the Lord himself there is no hope of escape from the spiritual entities that annoy and frighten us.

Plain and simple. Be advised.

Mimicing Voices

So, here we are in October 2016, in our new home already! Time has really flown and we have been so busy painting this and fixing that. The challenges are non ending at this point!

We have spent the better part of everyday doing something to upgrade and make ready this beautiful home we found just a few months ago.

Often times I'm on one end of the home and my son is on the other as we work on our lists of things to be accomplished. I do work closely with my son on a daily basis, so often I'll yell across the rooms to check this or get that, and he is always there in a moment helping me. I consider myself very blessed!

However,

this last week, he has come into the room I'm working in and has said on many occasions, frustrated and upset, "What"?

I look up at him and smile and reply, "what"? why are you asking me that"? He will say, "you were just in the hallway by my bedroom and called me"! What do you want? I answered you and you didn't answer me!

I then say clearly to my son, "I have been right here in this room the entire time", I have not called you!

He has gotten very upset with me and said, Mom! I heard you call me from the hall, I stopped what I was doing to answer you and you never replied to me! How can you say you didn't?

I assured him with no doubts, I have not been on that side of the house, I have been right here working on this project!

He walks away confused and perplexed at the matter. And a bit upset with me. Like I would lie to him!

Twenty minutes will not pass and here he comes again, just as upset as before,

"What"?

And we replay the same scenario!

Clearly someone is calling his name and mimicking me!

These are spirits that are usually known as poltergeist.

So well is the voice sounding like me, that he swears it is me!

I however,  am not the one calling him.

EVER!  PERIOD!

 When I call him, I follow through with a whole message. This entity is taunting him with only calling his name.

I have had this happen to me before. It's very odd.

He will come to me in the evening as well and say, Mom, did you just call me? Again, I will tell him "NO"!

He has also done this when my fiancé is home, and he has also heard this from my son.

It amazes me sometimes how persistent energies can be. Ghosts, spirits, if you will, they can taunt you if you let them.

I am working with my son to not interact with these spirits that mimic. They can be so frightening. My son must take charge and rebuke these "callings" himself. I am not the one they are dealing with. I'm the one hearing about them, But I am not the one hearing the callings.

Why am I sharing this with you?

Because if you live in a home with someone hearing these types of calls and you are not hearing them yourself, then you need to help and support the person involved. Often, these voices can be heard only by the one being attacked by them. The person isn't crazy, they are simply under attack!

These are either unclean or familiar, or poltergeist spirits. 

What can happen to you, can happen to others as well.

This is when you help the person walk through the moment and be a team! Encourage them to stand against the voice. Call on the LORD JESUS to cast the spirit out of the home or where ever, that is calling in mimic fashion, and be done with it.

Spirits can shape shift and mimic. It is usually very frightening for the one going through this. Also extremely confusing!

Sometimes the other people will have a hard time standing firm against the energies. We all must develop our "Sea Legs" if you will. We need to learn to stand on our own. Each person has a path to walk in this life, and they walk it alone! You cannot walk their path for them, but you can help them.

If you can't, find a qualified person who can.

Or call or contact me.

This is my reason for sharing my paranormal life. To bring answers and peace to you as I suggest and guide you to do the right thing.

GOD's love and Light I pray for you!

The Unfamiliar Voice

 

So, the other day I was sitting at my desk in the front room of our home. I was busy working on paperwork which I needed to complete. I was just finishing up. I was fully engrossed with putting letters into envelopes to stamp, address and walk to the mail box.

 

I had noticed what a wonderful breezy morning it was as I glanced out the large front window. It almost made me stop to admire the beautiful palms and Bird of Paradise out the front window swaying in the breeze.

It was then out of nowhere I heard it.

 

A mans voice almost directly behind me, said very clearly, "hello".

 

I stopped immediately and turned around fully expecting someone to be there! But who? I don't know that voice I thought in an instant, I've never heard that voice before. It sounded as if it were someone in their 50's perhaps, not young but, not old!

 

As I turned to look, "no one was there"!

Because the voice sounded so strange to me, I did not reply to answer it. Being a demonologist, I am very careful to whom or what I interact with.  I choose to not respond.

I stood up now and walked into the living room, I could feel a presence but I saw nothing.

I waited a moment as I stood there, feeling the energy in the room. Finally I said out loud, In the name of JESUS leave this home NOW!

I immediately felt the energy leave.

I welcomed the Holy Spirit into the home and asked that HE search out the entire home and cleanse it immediately. I knew what I had heard was not kosher at all. It wasn't anyone here in the land of the living. It had to go immediately!

 

Why do I share this? What do you need to know of this?

Simply this.

Never speak to an entity that comes upon you suddenly.

There are spiritual energies out there that want your attention. But what you focus on is your business, not theirs!

Always be in charge and in full control when something strange happens to you. Don't let fear over take you. Keep your head about you. Look for obvious answers. Debunk it if you can and if you cannot, MOVE ON! Go to the only one who can help, and is always available instantly ONLY JESUS has the power and authority you need to take hold of the situation. HE is in the spiritual realm, HE has full authority and can deliver you instantly from any form of attack. We simply only need to call on Him! ANY FORM of attack at all! The wonderful news is also, he will give you His peace to walk through the moment. You are truly never alone!

After I called on the Holy Spirit, I simply went back to work.

I didn't give this stranger a moment of my time.

This is our time to live, this is our reality, not theirs!

There are surely spirits about just as there are Angels and other forms of energy, be in control! Take the authority and control of your own life.

Being alone by yourself and having something attack you is never easy, but at least come well equipped to the fight!

Be at peace.

The Mirror

So, it was 1970, I was living in a flat in Buffalo, New York. I had been there in Buffalo singing for the winter season with a group I was with that had traveled from Florida to New York and I decided to stay awhile after the group headed back home. I found other singing gigs and enjoyed my singing as a contemporary and rock artist singer and I loved all the people I had met while the bands. It was a wonderful time in my life. So, I decided to find a place to live there in Buffalo.

 

My flat was across the street from Mercy Hospital in Buffalo and on top of an old Dry Cleaners business. It was a huge, lovely old place with lots of charm. The back yard for me was the extended roof top. So cool. It was so much fun up there and the flat included a very strange old attic as well. Kind of creepy, but very cool.

I had been troubled a bit from odd dreams while I was there. Every night it was the same dream. I kept seeing this old man floating over me in dreams while I slept. It was very scary and  I had shared it with my boyfriend as it had happened a few times since we moved into the flat.

I had no idea why this recurring dream was happening to me. The man was old and frightening looking. Seemed like a lonely man. I didn't know who he was. He never spoke to me, only hovered over me. Very creepy! Then I would wake up and he was gone.

 

I had come home from being down town shopping one evening, it was bitter cold outside. I climbed the long steps upstairs to the flats entrance. I had so many bags to lay down to just open the door, the stairs entrance was freezing cold with the wind whipping me, I was in a hurry to get inside. The flat felt so odd when I entered it tonight, I threw my bags on the couch and tried to shake the weird feeling.  It was a scarcely furnished place, I didn't have a lot of home type comforts there. A table and chairs, a small couch and a rocking chair were the only furnishings in the living room, the dining room area of the house only had a small table and two chairs. It was a lonely looking kind of place but for now, it was home. It was just different some how tonight when I came in. I thought maybe I needed a bit more heat on to warm the place up, maybe that would help? It was just freezing outside, I wasn't used to the cold weather being from Florida. So I lit the furnace and turned up the heat. That didn't seem to help however. I still felt odd. I turned the oven on and propped opened the door to heat the kitchen and the bathroom area of the house so I could warm the place up and take my shower.

That didn't really do it either, but that was all I could do to make the flat "feel" better. Nothing I did seemed to take away the weird feeling from the place tonight. I checked all the apartment door locks, they were secure, what was I feeling? I was very aware of something, but it wasn't clear to me, what. It just felt creepy.  I was hoping warming the place up might make a difference.
 

So, thinking this would all pass, I jumped in the shower and hurried through washing my hair as I just couldn't shake this odd feeling I was having. As I threw the shower liner back, I stood their for a moment, wondering why I couldn't shake this strange feeling.

I got out of the shower grabbed my towel, dried off quickly and threw my big white rob on. It was then I noticed the bathroom mirror! To my absolute horror, their was a name written on the mirror from the mist of the warm room! Like someone had written it with their finger. It scarred me so, as I was sure I was the only one in the house all evening.
I called out my boyfriends name, he wasn't home yet. I was really freaked out!

The name on the mirror spelled out "Joe".

I knew people named Joe but why would that be on my mirror?
I hadn't put it there!

 

About an hour passed and my boyfriend came home from work. I said to him immediately when he came into the flat completely  accusing him, "hey thanks for scarring the crap out of me with the name on the mirror in the bathroom"!

He looked at me very puzzled, and a bit annoyed and replied, "what are you talking about"? I continued, the name you wrote on the mirror? Was that suppose to be funny? He said he didn't know what I was talking about! He sounded upset with me. I was assuming he had written that there to scare me. He assured me he had no reason to want to scare me or to write a man's name on the mirror in the bathroom! That did after all make sense. Why would he do that?
That made perfect sense to me, so how did it get there?

He had a point! That would be weird, I thought, so who did write it there? Now I was freaked out a bit more. He went into the bathroom and breathed on the mirror to see the name appear. He said he was confused, he had no idea how that would have gotten there. He asked me if anyone was there that day visiting? I told him I left early to go downtown all day shopping. I had come home only an hour or so before him, taken my shower and there it was!

 

That night as I sleeping, I heard noises in the house. I got up and walked through the flat. I saw nothing. It felt so cold and strange in the flat. I knew I heard those noises, they woke me up! What was going on here?

 

The next day, I saw the young girl from the cleaners  next door sitting outside. She was about seven years old. She was sitting on the front chair near the door downstairs that led to my flat. I went down to say hi to her. She was a beautiful, kind, little red head, blue eyed Irish girl. She told me she knocked on my door yesterday while I was out. She said she peeked through the keyhole into my flat from the stairway door and saw that old man again sitting in my rocking chair. She continued to tell me, "he had seen her looking in at him through the flat keyhole. She asked if I was home? He said only "NO", she asked him if he was my father? He replied again "NO". She told me she had seen this same man in my flat before? She asked me who he was?

I couldn't speak. I was shaking as she told me this! I couldn't believe my ears. I knew she was too young to tell a lie. There was no way she knew what had happened to me last night, she could not possibly know of my dreams!  "She didn't know about my dreams"! This was so beyond creepy to me. I was truly frightened by this. Did she know she was seeing a ghost?

I stayed out of the flat all day. I decided I would move immediately. The moment my boyfriend came home I had the young girl tell him what she told me.

We went and stayed at his mothers home that night.

I moved within a week of the happening.

I was never so glad to be leaving a place in my life.

After I moved away from that flat across the street from the hospital, I remembered something that happened to me in Florida when I was 16. Visiting a friend who lived across the street from a hospital! I now make it known, I stay away from apartments near hospitals! There is some portal, some kind of link there

I don't want to be involved with.  It was one of the worst experiences of my life then, and this one was very close second!
Truth is so much stranger than fiction.