The Demonic Apparition

 

I want to share with you just how real the paranormal world can be. I had just come home from doing work as a Demonologist and successfully delivering a young girl from strong negative spirits and I must say I was exhausted. It was pretty late in the day so I had dinner and went to bed. I turned out the lights and pulled the covers up to my neck and shut my eyes. Just as I shut my eyes a very dark frightening face came at me quickly, very fast. I felt it wanted to scare me or  intimidate me. Instead of being fearful, it made me very angry. I was so angry I opened my eyes and I said out loud, "get out of here, get out of here now in the name of JESUS, get out that front door now. You are bound from here"! 

With that my anger subsided.  I pulled the covers up again to my neck, rolled over and fell fast asleep.

 

The next morning I was up at 6:00am saying goodbye to a fellow worker. As I opened the front door to send them off, to my surprise there were thousands of dead black bugs all over the patio and walkway in front of the front door. Literally thousands! This is what the above picture is all about. It is the actual picture I took that morning.

 

I then knew what had happened. When I cast the entity out the front door and bound it the night before, it killed those bugs that were in the area. Perhaps it even brought them to the front area to do away with them to alarm me. It did not alarm me at all. I simply knew I had the victory, yet again.

 

I have no idea what kind of bugs these are. They are not mosquitos or flies. They look like flies but are much smaller.

 

It never ceases to amaze me the lengths these rejected entities go to, to try and cause fear. I am grateful for my understanding and that the LORD protects me, always and gives me great peace!

The Unseen Hand

 

I was so young when I had an awkward experience that really opened my eyes to the high strangeness of this life.

I was 9 years old. My Mother and I were in a rented apartment in St. Petersburg, FL.

In those days it didn't seem to be as big a deal to leave your children alone or unattended for small amounts of time. It was a different day and time, things didn't seem so dangerous back then. Maybe we were just more naïve? Or perhaps I could simply be trusted. My Mother was always working hard to keep us a float and sometimes she worked as many as three jobs at a time. I must say. She was always busy.

 

There were many nights I would fall asleep alone and hear her come home a few hours later to check  in on me, kiss me goodnight and then start her ironing job by the radio or sometimes watch our little T.V.

I always knew it was her arriving as I usually was woken up by the sound of her car puling up to the apartment making all the racket that little Tempest could make! It was always a big relief to have her home.

 

One night as I lay asleep, I was awoken by a hand on my forehead. I felt it  touch me and move down my cheek to my chin, my eyes were still closed. it was as if to caress my face. This happened two times and finally I opened my eyes.

There was no one there!

The hand had just left my face and there was no one there!

I immediately called out to my Mom in fear, and yet there was no answer. I became very afraid! Extremely afraid!

I sat up and grabbed my blanket close to my face and felt the area I just had caressed by who? By what? I could not understand how this could happen! Being so young I was almost bewildered by the experience. Later that night my Mom came home to find me awake and fearful. She asked me why I was up? It was an angry voice  coming from her that night. I wasn't sure I wanted to share this with her because she was already upset about something. I had waited all night for her to get home, and now, I said nothing. I was so relieved she was home, I just said "I couldn't sleep". I lay back down and fell fast asleep in the comfort of her presence.

 

Many years have passed since this experience.   I have always wondered, what was that? Why did that happen? Who was that?

What did it mean?

I believe many things like that happen to teach us to overcome fear.

To guide us and mold us into what we are quickly becoming for the next phase of our life. To prepare us for the life preordained and chosen for us.

 

I am grateful. If we live long enough, everything comes full circle and all questions become known.

 

Today, I understand.

 

 

A Haunting Introduction

It was the winter of 1972.  It was cold and damp in Florida.

The only thing warming my spirit that day was a party I was looking forward to that evening with my husband. It was boasted  to be a "real happening". We were planning on music and good food and drinks with a bunch of new friends. Just hanging out and making the scene! Our friend Dean had invited us and it all sounded like so much fun from his invitation.

I had gotten dressed early that evening as I was looking forward to the night out and the expectations of  the evening. I thought as I got dressed, "I love this new shirt and jeans I was wearing" it really is just perfect! My long blonde hair was not frizzy for a change from the muggy weather we normally have, tonight it looked terrific, I was so pleased with the way I looked. I was feeling good and in a great mood.  

 

I remember pulling up to the home where the party was and thinking how much fun this night would be. I could hardly wait to get inside. Once we were inside there were smiling happy people standing around everywhere. The typical Flower children of the 70's. I was introduced to at least 15 people as we made our way through the home to the back yard. Just as I was heading out towards the back door I passed a "Florida Room" to my right.
(Here in Florida we have this name designated for small porch like rooms that are inside the house with windows on at
least three walls of the room")
There was just a couple of people standing around in that room. I didn't know any of them. But I stopped and looked in to wave hello to all inside. As I did this, I noticed a young man sitting playing cards in the room on a card table. He looked up and smiled at me. He was a pleasant enough person. He introduced himself as Ron. He said he was just home from his tour in Vietnam. He said it was  great to be home and even greater to be at this party.  He said it was nice to meet me. I said it's great meeting you too Ron. I'm glad your home from the war! Then I said hi to the others and started to turn to leave the room and head out back where my husband was with his friend Dean.

Just then I heard this new friend Ron say to me, "hey, there's something different about you"! I said excuse me, as I smiled and looked at him, are you talking to me?  He replied, "yes, I am". I said, really? How so? He said with a smile and an odd gleam in his eye, "Oh yes, there's something very different about you, I can see it in your eyes, it's all over you, you're special". I laughed nervously and said, gee, thanks Ron. Then his demeanor changed a bit and he said, as he yelled out, "I mean it, don't laugh, you're different from everyone here"! There really is something very special about you! I smiled yet again and said, O.K., thank you Ron, if you say so. What was I to think. This was certainly bizarre to say the least!
 

Then what happened next shocked me, it took me by surprise to say the least! Ron then changed his demeanor and slammed his fist down hard on the card table and his drink and all the cards flew up and the drink spilled as he screamed and pointed to me with the other hand, he said,

"IF I DIE TOMORROW, JESUS CHRIST IS LORD"!

I responded, after I caught my breath, "O.K. man, calm down" then he did it again a second time he slammed his fist down hard on the card table and repeated,

"IF I DIE TOMORROW, JESUS CHRIST IS LORD"!

I said O.K. O.K. I got it. Then he repeated his statement to me that I was special and I had a special calling, I was different.
As he said this again he smiled and nodded over and over with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. I could see he was convinced that I was special. It made no sense to me. But somehow as I looked into his eyes, I felt he was trying to reach me, open my eye's. It was really an odd feeling.

I tried to remain in control and not run out of the house saying something I might later regret. This guy had really freaked me out. Who acts like that when you first meet someone I thought to myself? He must be some special kind of nut?

Why was he saying this to me of all people?  What angered him as I took his prophetic canting lightly? I was a bit afraid of what else he might say, I was so embarrassed, so I thanked him for his kind words to me, said it was nice to meet you, and walked out the back door to the food table where I was reunited with my husband and Dean. They had both heard what Ron had said but laughed it off.  I stood outside thinking to myself, "well, I didn't expect something like that to happen! I was thinking I'll probably be the talk of the party and never live this down! I felt uncomfortable and all of a sudden my desire to hang out and mingle changed.
I told my husband I just wanted to leave.

So we said our goodbyes quickly and headed back into the house and through the maze towards the front door. I passed by the Florida Room again and there sitting quietly was Ron at his card table. He looked at me again and said, don't forget what I said to you  as he pointed at me again, because there is definitely something very special about you.

With that, I told Ron it was very nice to meet him and to have a great night.

I headed for the door and out to the car. As we left I couldn't help but think about the strange sequence of events that had just taken place. I had wanted to be at the party so bad and here we were driving away.

A few days later our friend Dean called to speak with my husband, he said he wanted to tell him about one of his friends who had just died in a horrible car accident. Dean said he was real upset. This was a life long good friend of his who had passed.

I gave the phone to my husband and he said after he hung up, we should go to the funeral to support Dean. He's really choked up about his friend passing away. I said really? I'm sorry to hear that. He said yeah, it was that guy we met at the party the other night. I said which guy? He said Ron. Dean's good friend Ron. He was the guy in the Florida room.

My heart jumped when I heard this. I said, Oh my Gosh! He is the one who said to me,

"IF I DIE TOMORROW, JESUS CHRIST IS LORD" .

I asked my husband how Ron died? He said Dean told him he was on his way to Georgia to pick up his fiancé from Bible College as they were to get married that next week, when a drunk driver hit him head on and killed him. I was deeply moved to hear this. I said ,Yes, we will go to the funeral to support Dean.
 

I had met Ron for only a powerful odd moment in time and now he was gone. His strong words burned into my mind and heart.
He had in fact passed away the next day! This was more than strange. It was a prophetic utterance he had made to me. And was it for my benefit?
We did attend the funeral for Ron, and as I approached the casket I was hesitant and yet filled with peace. Here lay a young man who spoke out for my benefit. A bold man who did not care what others thought as he made his proclamation to me that night. I felt as if I had known him my whole life. One thing I knew then, this day would change all my tomorrows.
To this day I place flowers on his grave and say prayers at his grave site.
Thank you Ron for helping me to see what I could not see.

And yes Ron,
JESUS CHRIST IS LORD!

 



The Unwanted Presence

It was the spring of 1993. I was at home and sitting  in my bedroom on my bed reading. The day was spent and night was falling. The sun was setting and the room had that wonderful warm evening glow coming in from the windows.  My favorite time of day. There was a dim light from my bedside table providing just enough extra light for reading. I was deep into one of the last pages before I was going to quit for the night. When all of a sudden  I saw something move to my left near the bedroom door.

I looked up to see something that was almost unbelievable to me. Standing there in my bedroom doorway was my Mothers Mom,
  my Grandmother! 
That was such a shock to see I can tell you. She had been dead for a few years at that point. How could she just appear here in my doorway? And why? She was just standing there. Not smiling really, just looking at me reading on the bed. It was an odd glare.

 

I wanted to smile and welcome her, that was my first notion, but then I thought to myself, NO way!

It came to my thoughts that while she was alive she had caused so many uncomfortable scenarios for my Mother and myself. She was always a harsh woman towards my Mom. I never heard my Mom share loving memories of my Grandmother. It seemed as if whenever my Mom needed her she was never there for her. She had been less than loving towards me as well for most of my life.

I figured my Grandmother must have had a rough time of things herself, but I could never understand her being course with me about it. I did not contribute to her life issues, why treat me so cold?  She had treated my Mother horribly while my Mom was young. My Mother often shared with me sad stories about feeling lonely and un loved by her Mother. She had many bad experiences at home with siblings and her Mother would chastise her and not the others. Her memories were always so sad. It broke my heart to hear those stories. Yet my Grandmother was so kind to her other daughters and their siblings. It was a painful undertow at every meeting with her throughout my life.

 

So as I saw her standing there the first words out of my mouth were NO! Oh NO!

You don't come to me like this I thought! Why are you here I screamed out at her? Are you here to ask for my apologies, for the misery you spread around? To say how sorry you are for the way you treated my Mother in this life? NO, I screamed!
I looked at her standing there as I was literally yelling at this ghost in my doorway!

I continued yelling, "Your choices here are done, they are OVER"!

I don't want to discuss any repentance with you now!

Shame on you for hurting everyone. Shame on you for causing so much sadness!
I sat straight up and threw my arm out and pointed at her and said loudly

GO, GO NOW, go away from me. DON'T return here!
 

I watched my Grandmother standing there dressed like she always had the whole time in human form while I was yelling all this anger towards her from my heart. She was wearing a dress I had seen her in while she was alive. She didn't have her glasses on, but she was a bit overweight still and old looking. Her skin hung on her face as it did before she passed at 96 years old. She wasn't at all what I would have thought someone from the other side would look like. She looked lonely, sad, and distressed.
She was looking down at the floor now, she would not make eye contact with me once I yelled to go away.

She was very certain I was so angry with her!
 

All the hurt, all the loneliness she caused, all the agony she spread, the unapproved glances she gave and the distance she kept from those who loved and needed her, was not O.K. with me.

The worst of it was that she would always throw her cheek up and over to the left for us to kiss as we would come to visit her as if to say, come kiss me and then go sit down and shut up! She didn't smile, she wasn't warm and I never liked her judgmental stares. Who would? She never drew me out or asked me questions. There was no love, no concern shown towards any of us children. She never included me in any of her conversations. It was clearly as if I didn't even exist and she always made my Mom feel so uncomfortable.

How dare her come here now, interrupt me reading my good book and ask what of me?
I just wanted her out of my house!
 

The truth is I had no idea why she came and I wasn't about to let her tell me. I knew deep down in my heart this time was NOT the right time to make any amends with me. It was not a proper time. But when is? I just wanted to unleash all that at her to let her know what I felt for a change. I never had the opportunity to tell her while she was alive. I was always so kind and loving towards her. I respected her because my Mother told me too. But these were my terms now. I wasn't ready to hear what she had to say.

 

Her apparition began backing out of the room slowly as she continued to look straight down at the floor. She did not look at me again, and after a few moments, she simply faded away right before my very eyes! That was a bit freaky. But I was glad she was finally gone.

 

I got right on the phone and called my Mother! I told her Grandma was just here, (imagine her shock hearing that)! She gasped as I told her. I told her everything that had just happened. I told her how I shouted at her and shamed her. I could hear my Mom crying through the phone. I said, Mom are you crying? Why are you crying? I didn't let her say anything more to hurt you or I! I let her know what a witch she had been in this life time. I threw her out of here! Just like she always shut you and I out. 
 My Mother then spoke very softly through her tears and said, "Teri, why didn't you just at least let her tell you what she was there for"?
 

I got real quite, I started searching my soul for that answer. I didn't have one.  I was so preoccupied with my own pain and anger towards my grandmother.  I didn't  consider why this woman had come to me in the first place. Where had she come from? How did she get here? I never even considered asking here that.

Call me crazy, but it just seemed like the right thing to do at that moment. After all, how am I suppose to know how to act when the unexpected happens? Where's the rule book? I could clearly see what my Mom was trying to relay to me. Kindness should have come first. It was my first thought, briefly. But I was not able to be in a kind place at that moment. I had hoped my Mom would have been proud of me and understood. She did say so, as to comfort me, It's O.K. Teri, you did what you had to do, perhaps she will come again later in life? Now she knows how she hurt you first hand. Maybe she will have some growing to do herself, wherever she is?
 

It's been many years since my Grandmother dropped in to see me. I think I'd finally be ready to address her. The jury could still be out on that, but I think I am ready.

Isn't it odd this life? What with the spiritual always knocking at your door and then just the normal daily routines of life mixing in, we never know what is just around the corner.

We truly are spiritual beings on a human journey!
Walking each other home.



An Appearance From Beyond

It was January 25, 2012. My Mothers birthday.

I decided to take a sunset cruise that evening as I was thinking about my Mom's full life living here in Florida. She loved the water and especially the beautiful beaches and sunsets here in St. Petersburg.  She passed away in 2009.

Being out on the water was relaxing and refreshing. I felt her with me in a strange way today.

It was near here she had seen her first UFO sighting years earlier and I always felt so at home myself near the water. I couldn't help but wonder what insight she would share with me about the great beyond if she could. I know she would try to if she were able. I wondered what keeps them from sharing with us. Is it that there are only certain times and certain situations that allow this exchange? Is it what we do or don't do? I know she is happy where she is but I'm also so curious about what it looks like there. What she does all day and night? Is there day and night? Perhaps it's just day there because they don't need to sleep in a state of

transcended ascension? 

 

As the boat made it's way to the destination and dolphin watch I felt my Mom standing near me comforting me in my thoughts and enjoying the scenery just as I was. She always enjoyed talking to me about the deep things of life and afterlife.

I said out loud, "Well Mom, here is a sunset on the day you were born", "Happy Birthday", and I took this picture.

 

I have taken a hundred sunset pictures over the years and never did one respond to the camera in this way. I'm well aware of the light refractions, but there is more here than just that.

I felt if I looked at it with my heart and not just my eyes, I could see so much more.

Our loved ones are not far from us. We will always be able to feel them around us. And if we are really blessed, we'll be able to capture a moment like this.

A moment that they understand, from beyond.

 

 

Voice From The Grave

A few years ago I lost the best neighbor I ever had.

When I first moved into my new home my husband and I would marvel seeing this older woman fixing things on her roof next door through our kitchen window. We would be starring at her in amazement. She was 70 years old and fearless. She always wore these funny black boots, that had to be 20 years old. Her legs were so thin and the boots were loose around her legs. My husband said one day as we were watching her climb a ladder, "looks like boots on a chicken" and we both laughed and laughed. I laughed watching her thinking how brave and determined she was.

I ran out side one afternoon and yelled at her "Dotty, get off that roof before you fall and break your neck" and she yelled back, "No way, I've got to seal a leak up here". I said, "Hire a darn roofer"! She responded, "why, I can do what any roofer will do for free"!

  It was just who she was, if something had to be done, she was going to do it herself. I just fell in love with this sweet, funny old lady.

One afternoon while talking over the back yard fence with her  which we did frequently, she confided in me that she was glad to be able to do all she did around the house and yard because when she was younger she had a frightening brush with cancer, but she was in remission from it for many years now. 

Through the years she would amaze me as she wore her little boots in her garden and would drag her water hose around the yard watering her Azalea bushes. They were the most beautiful full vibrant Azaleas. She just always made me smile when I would see her. She had a great attitude and was so kind and thoughtful towards me.

Her yearly ritual of going up on the roof in her little black boots never stopped as the years wore on, and in her late 80's she never thought twice about heading up that ladder.  She really appreciated every day and all that it brought her way! 

 

It was in her late 80's that she shared with me that her cancer was back and she was feeling pretty bad. I missed seeing her out my kitchen window dragging her watering hose around and seeing her on the roof. I missed hearing her shout at me over the back yard fence.

Hospice came to her home one day and set up a bed in her living room and nurses were there everyday to attend to her.

I walked over to visit her and as I opened her front door, there near the closet were her boots.

I glanced over to the bed she was lying on and felt so sad as I knew her days were numbered, I could feel it. I walked over to hold her hand and chat a bit. She heard my voice and smiled. She said she was sorry she couldn't get her Azaleas watered. She only spoke a little. It was all so sad.

Two day's later she passed away.

 

A month had passed maybe two. I was in my bedroom, it was around 9:00 a.m. I was making the bed and I heard her familiar voice call to me from the living room. I missed her voice, I knew immediately it was her. I stopped what I was doing and listened again, YES, it was her, she had called my name twice now. I ran down the hall towards the living room, and I yelled "Dotty, Dotty where are you"?

 

It was just me in the room and the silence. But I knew she had come. She wanted to say goodbye. I just stood in the room and waited to hear her voice again. But I didn't. I wondered how it was possible to cross into this life again? How could this sweet woman call my name and then just be gone? I wondered if I had done something to end the connection, but what?

All I know is I was grateful to hear her happy voice one more time. So strong and full of life!

This life is so strange. Nothing is as it seems.

Albert Einstein once said:

"Energy is never lost, only transferred to another form of energy"

I know that is true and I am so grateful I got to experience it first hand.