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!

 

Out Of Body Experience

 

So, I can honestly say, I spent the better half of my life NOT believing in the ability to leave your body. I honestly thought that was something that desperate people said to gain attention.

I thought at one point that all the strange things that happen to us only happen here, on this earth, until one evening when it happened to me!

I had gone to sleep that night just like any other night.

I had curled up in bed with my good book. Read for a while and then off to sleep I went. Nothing special at all that night, just my normal routine.

Sometime in the middle of the night I heard a man call my name.

Yes, a man called my name!

I woke up to hear him call me again. He clearly said "Teri".

I heard him call me a third time and I also heard him say on the third call, "Come". There was a mono tone in his voice. Kind, firm and it was authoritative and certainly male. I didn't question the call at all. I simply obeyed. How I obeyed though I don't recall.

I somehow just exited my body!

I simply was in my body one moment and not in the next! I don't know how. I clearly saw my body lying on the bed, still, pale, odd.

I thought perhaps I was dying?

The male voice assured me, I was not dying. I thought to myself, gee, that's odd he can hear my thoughts, and then I never gave it another thought. Like I already knew that to be true.

I watched myself for a moment lying in bed and then off we both went, he said "Come" once again and I followed somehow. Just like that, we were off!

I went off to another world, or perhaps dimension. It happened quickly. I left from the corner of my bedroom and went right through the roof following him. I don't know how, I just did! It was amazing as the stars went by me. The moonlight, the calm and yet we traveled at an amazing speed. I was so in the moment with my host I didn't question a single thing! I just went as if I'd done this a thousand times. Perhaps I have!

Why am I sharing this now? I want you to know this is truth. This happens! People are visited in the night hours and day hours and taken from their bodies to other worlds and dimensions. These are facts! I never did believe until it happened to me.

Now I not only believe, I know for certain life is not just what meets the eye, it is so much more. So much more wonderful and amazing. Keep your mind open so you can know the oracles of this life! We are not alone at all. We never were and we never will be!

 

It Came To Me Again Today

 

 

 

I remember being very young. Under two years old. A time when I spoke with my mind. I used my eyes to communicate. It was effortless. But not many understood this.

Maybe just for a moment they would focus on me. They would seem to understand. Then they would move on. As if they had awoken from sleep state. I didn't understand.

I was here. I had a mission. It was known to me then.

I understood that!

 

I spoke with one who always answered me clearly. I knew the voice well. Very well. The voice was male. It was my total comfort.

When I questioned things HE guided me. HE was always with me. Always close. The things HE shared with me were simple.

I felt as I grew HE would show me this and that. HE never left me alone for a moment. I could feel HIS presence. As if we were in communion. A sacred and special place, a time of learning to be here. Every touch, smell and taste, everything I would feel even at that young age, I was making decisions.

 

I clearly remember one morning. This remembrance was more keen to me than any of the others I experienced in my life. As if I could go back to this one point in time in my life and know for sure I truly experienced all of this! I had experienced chocolate custard for the first time. It was an amazing taste to me. A custard that was cold and yet smooth and wonderfully pleasing. I was still very young at this point.

I said to HIM then, well, now, this is it then isn't it?

I have experienced all there is now.

Nothing could be better than this?

I felt HIS warm understanding as I spoke.

HE answered me. "No, Teri, there is so much more"!

I replied to HIM, but I don't want to stay any longer now. And how could there be more I thought? More than this? More than all I have already come to know? I have known love of Mother, Father, brothers and sisters. Food, drink, all the sweet tastes over this time here. Tears of pain and joy. Smells, colors and feelings. I restated to HIM, "I am done now". I'm ready to leave! Again, HE said, very firmly "no, This is another beginning".

This is a beginning, I questioned? I didn't want more, HE kindly demanded in his tone I should know more. Suddenly, trusting HIS authority I no longer questioned HIM.  

Gradually, the remembrance of these conversations and anointed times faded somewhat.

 

Years passed, and I would revisit these moments of complete awareness of HIM and our wonderful moments of truth and knowing. Words were never spoken. It was all through thought.

I didn't question it. It was familiar and normal for me. Comforting and encouraging.

Then life would continue and it seemed I would simply "forget" these times. But each time HE came back and awareness was with me again, It was as it always had been. Like nothing had changed. Even though it truly had.

I used to try to write my thoughts about all this, but things would happen so bizarre here on this side of knowing that I would lose heart.

I find such gratefulness in knowing and being here. It is a privilege. There is much here to know and accomplish yet many are not given to study and learning. Distractions are many and they are made specifically to distract us. 

We are on a spiritual journey. It seems to be disguised as "Life". But there is a reason each of us are here.

I have found the answer. Have you?

It's more than being awake and aware. So much more.

There is only one way. I hope you remember. I hope you find HIM. You already know HIM. HE's waiting for you to remember.

Your story is not much different than mine. We are all truly walking each other home! Home to Jesus, the author and finisher of your faith.



The Odor

So, I woke up yesterday, Wednesday, July 29th, just as I do everyday (Thank GOD!) and I headed out into the kitchen to start my coffee.

We had a little visitor stay with us over night and I wanted to get some breakfast ready for her.

It was then I noticed a strange smell in the house.

I stopped in my tracks and tried to identify it.

It was hard to describe really. It smelled like it was someone else's house I was standing in! It was as if while I slept last night this house reverted back to the previous owners house, or at least the smell of their house.

I know this sounds strange, but I have a very sensitive and keen sense of smell. Have you ever gone into your neighbors home who has a dog or cat and noticed that their house does not smell the same as yours, It's their unique smell?

How about going into a home where they use moth balls? You really do notice these things momentarily as you enter other peoples homes.

 

Well, here I stood in the middle of the living room with this look on my face like what the heck is this all about!

I stood there for a moment and realized that this was the smell of the house when I first entered it 3 years ago before much of the house was repaired and updated. I recognized it now!

Kind of musty and old. There were old drapes originally and miss matched furniture, old carpets and unpainted cabinets that were out of date. The walls needed painting and floors needed updating as well as bathrooms renewed, it was just old.

So as I stood there I realized that someone from the previous owners was with me in the room.

But why? I was all of a sudden very aware of their presence.

So I said out loud, "Oh no, in the name of JESUS you have to go, "now",

your time here is over, this is my time to live here"!

 

It was then I heard Kevin's mother say to me. "Thank you".

I thought to myself, What?  For what?

I felt her say again, "thank you for polishing my silver and loving my home, for caring so deeply for this space, my home.

I said out loud to her "you're very welcome and now you must leave"!

 

With that the smell was gone! Instantly, gone.

I now smelled the fresh clean home I had grown to love these past 3 years, the smell of fragrance candles and clean floors, my leather couches and other things we worked hard to acquire that all contributed to the familiar smells of this present home.

I continued on my way into the kitchen and made the French press coffee I love so much.

 

As the day went on I mentioned briefly to my little visitor while we were chatting, what had happened earlier today and what I experienced. I shared that I thought it was her grandmother who was here with me in the early morning hours while she slept. She smiled and said she remembered the smell when her grandmother lived here in the house. She said it was musty and old because of her grandmothers illness she was unable to keep the home clean and it made an impression on her also as a child.

 

With that we gathered our things and headed out of the house and off to a movie and enjoyed the rest of the day together.

 

Later that evening when Kevin came home from work his daughter mentioned to him what had happened here in the house to me earlier this morning.

He inquired of me as to what happened. I was standing in the kitchen cooking dinner when he asked me about the happening and I walked into the living room to answer his question.  I started telling him about how I woke up to a strange smell in the house  and then I heard his mother speak to me. That's as far as I got!

 

Just as I said that to him all the power in the kitchen and the living room shut off, EXCEPT the stove in the kitchen and the flat screen T.V. in the living room. This was odd because had a fuse blown the entire rooms power would go down! Not just a part of it. My chicken was still cooking in the kitchen on the stove and yet the entire kitchen was dark. The T.V. on the wall was still on but the rest of the room was dark. All the bedrooms and the rest of the house were fine!

All the lights were on.

His daughter jumped up off the couch and ran to her daddy's side.

I wasted no time and again I said out loud, "In JESUS name you must leave NOW"!

 

Kevin said, "do we have to send my mom out"? I said "absolutely"!

While it's wonderful to have these moments that connect us to the relationships we shared here, we must understand, it isn't healthy to allow these moments to last more than a second. This is not where the departed should reside any longer. And who is to say, they may allow other subjects to enter the home as well?

With that Kevin checked the breakers and all the lights came back on.

Other dimensional visitors do have some power and can turn electrical things on and off. Just don't allow them to stay. Some can be adamant about visiting and revisiting. We here are in control however, in JESUS name ONLY.

Give it over to JESUS, these situations belong to HIM and HE will be victorious where we cannot be. Spirits do not listen to us, but they have to listen to HIM!

It was a nice visit, I'm glad it's over!

And again "You're welcome Anna, It's my pleasure"!

 

 

The Reptilian

Most people would think it was only a dream.

So, it was March of 2015.

I was sound asleep and having a horrible experience while I slept.

I wasn't dreaming and I knew it. This was more than a dream. It was terrifying!

I was able to come out of the experience at 3:54 a.m. I made a note of the time and sat straight up in bed. Just as some are able to astral project or have out of body experiences.

I was tempted to wake my husband up and discuss what had just happened to me, but decided I would be unable to communicate what had just happened. It was so bizarre!

Most people would think it was only a dream. How can I communicate that this was no dream! It was a conundrum that became clear to me as I sat there in bed. I needed to understand what had just happened to me.

However, the processes or experiences happen to us, they happen in such a way that you appear to be dreaming.

 But you're clearly not!

We are manipulated somehow in our sleep.

The experience was so bizarre even after all I have been through, that I wondered how I would share this. How can I communicate this properly? It was so completely frightening!

Upon full waking, or shall I say realization.

My memories were sometimes previously blocked from me somehow.  Previously when I had my experiences upon my waking, I would remember nothing. But this time I remembered everything.

 I hadn't been deprogrammed to forget what took place while I was under. I didn’t want to forget what had happened or have it erased. My problem was how can I communicate that this wasn't a dream? How can I share that I woke up before the deprogramming took place?

How do they do that to experiencers?

While I was under, I heard the woman say, "she is waking up, (she actually sounded panicked), quick attend to her she is waking up"! I saw women in the room all around me, about few of them in white gown type suits, trying to give me some strange anesthesia. It wasn't being administered to me as usual, through a mask, but something was being injected into me through a needle. I saw logos on the woman's uniforms, I was sure it said "IBM".

What happened to me was as follows:

 I was approached by an older tall thin man wearing blue jeans, a white shirt and a straw hat. I found myself in a strange cave like area that he had brought me to. We walked in together; I was curious but hesitant. I didn't want to go into that cave. 

It was very, very cold. I felt myself shaking so but the man seemed to fine in his thin white T shirt. 

I realized I was in an underground catacomb as we continued walking, that was very dimly lit. There were large lights on the cave walls but because it was so large in the cave, they didn't produce enough light. I remembered I had been taken there several times before. It was actually quite familiar. The smell the dampness and the darkness of it was so unique. Not something you could easily forget. It was a place I had clearly remembered being to at least three times before.

Living in Florida I'm not accustomed to this deep, wet cold that I felt but somehow, I knew I would be OK. I was very uneasy, and it caused such stress for me.

The man led me to a place where I would converse with a being that is in captivity there. The man explained that I would be alright, but I panicked a bit hearing that because it made me feel so uneasy.

 I somehow understood I was going to see an extraterrestrial being.

The ET lived here in the catacombs. 

I was asked to say very little to the entity and wait for the entity to address me first. I was told by the man in the straw hat that he was large and very frightening, yet I was in no real danger. He assured me he would stay close to me while I was in the catacomb cage.

As we walked down towards the cage, I found myself feeling very curious, cautious and was severely shaking. RUN kept coming into my mind! But to where?

Everything in me wanted to run in the other direction.

My insides were shaking terribly! I was so afraid of the unknown I hadn’t interacted with an extraterrestrial in the catacombs before. It was all so overwhelming!

To this moment I don't know why I didn't turn and run.

I was compelled to go towards this entity.

Something in me kept right on walking fearlessly forward!

That made no sense to me at all. Like I was on autopilot.

Was I under some kind of control? Was it mind control I wondered? Why was I a part of all of this any way?  Where am I? Why me?  I'm no one special, I thought to myself!

We kept walking a long way deeper into the catacomb and I was told the cage was coming up ahead on the right. I was shaking so hard all over I had to clench my teeth together as I was biting my tongue. My body was in full panic. I tried to prepare myself for what my eyes would now see. I just wanted to run!

However, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw!

As I walked forward now the stone dirt floor was uneven, hard to walk on and even more dimly lit. There were fewer lights on the walls. Did the being not like the light?

It added to my unstable feeling.

Then we finally arrived.

The cage was extremely large. I wanted to look away and run in the other direction. I was still shaking all over, and I could see "him" in the back of the cage standing very tall. Then he slowly began to approach the front of his cage area. I was led inside the gate area by the handler with the straw hat. My insides were trembling and made me feel like the shaking was a constant vibration. I felt as if I was going to throw up!

It was cold in the cage and very damp. He walked towards me on two very strong looking legs. I looked down, I didn't want to look up. I was too afraid.

His legs were very muscular. Frighteningly large!

He is a reptilian.

Odd shades of green and grey I could see in the dim lighting with what appeared as scales. It was at least 8 feet tall, if not taller and extremely frightening to look at.

Overpowering in every sense of the word. He is very much a living lizard like creature. His eyes are large I could feel his gaze fixed on me for the moment. He is clearly in charge here!  His face isn't long like a lizard's, it's much shorter. I took a quick gaze at him. There are only three digits on his hands and feet that I could see. His size was more frightening than his face to me. Not a normal nose tip, it was closed, I saw no nostrils, and the area that would have a mouth I did not see one. This creature isn't like anything I had ever heard of, or seen, or even imagined before.

I trembled with fear.

Initially beyond frightened, I was frozen for the moment. I was trying to focus away from him.

I could feel my fear rising in me. Since his cage was so large, I felt as if I could at least move away from him if anything went wrong. I was glad it was the size it was.

I wanted to back away but didn't. The handler left the bars wide open on the cage after I entered.

I was very grateful for that.

In the entity’s presence I could hear his thoughts.

I wondered if he was a demonic force of some kind.

I was hoping that thinking that would not anger him.

 I was afraid to even think anything, but I knew that it knew that I was afraid.

It didn't smell good in the cage and didn’t want to know what was causing the nasty odor. It was just him; I was sure. 

Neither of us moved very much at the onset.

I remained lowly in posture and quiet and trembling as he initiated the conversation.

The truth is I was so frightened I couldn't think straight!

I do remember speaking to him through telepathy.

 We didn't look at each other as we spoke. But we telepathically were having a full conversation. 

This was really odd to me, as he didn't even need to make eye contact with me to hear his thoughts!

I was really horrified by his sight, and I knew that he knew that.

 I looked over to my right as he stood close to me. I could see him out of my peripheral view and that was enough for me.  I understood it was for my comfort.

I say "he" as his voice was a very low male sounding voice that shook me like a woofer speaker. OR was that my fear?

A few times he came very close to me, but I didn't try to look this entity in the face. I was thinking, "He's the size of a grizzly bear" and I certainly wouldn't look a grizzly in the face. He had a strong, overpowering presence. He was so other worldly.

 Perhaps my cowering position was more peaceful I thought? Less intimidating to him?

I didn't dare move quickly.

I didn't want to bring any unnecessary attention to myself at all!

I thought, I wonder what I look like to him.

If I'm ugly to him or frightening?

I doubted it but I could feel that he understood my frightened feelings.

I have heard so much about aggressive reptilian creatures, I was hoping there would be no confrontation here! He knew I was afraid of him. It took everything in me not to turn and run! I mean everything! He knew that too!

The man with the hat stood outside the cage area very still. He was always in view. He had a high ranking I somehow understood, I don't know if the Reptilian told me that or not, but he was like a handler of this being. Assigned to him. I didn't understand why the man in the hat was dressed down. The straw hat threw me.

Maybe it was supposed to?

I'm still not sure why the man was so casual about all this, like he'd done this many times before.

I had a conversation with this entity for about a half hour it seemed and was then guided back out of the cage. I remember the reptilian saying I was given information for the future when I needed it, it would be then I would recall it. I don't remember anything else much more that was said to me. I knew it was now time to leave and I was so relieved. I walked out of the cage slowly. 

The man in the straw hat closed the cage door behind me with a bang.

We went back out the same way we came in. I remember very little of that walk.

I was now in a large room with many windows at least three stories up, it reminded me of a normal well-lit hospital room, but it wasn't a hospital room. There were military type people all around in uniforms, male and female and I heard a woman say, she can't wake up this time. We will begin the process now.

But I was already awake! Where am I? Who are these people, how did I get here?

I somehow had escaped their efforts to keep me under!

No sooner had she said it, I completely woke up!

I found myself sitting in my own bed. In my bedroom!

I woke up my husband after giving it all some thought.

I immediately told him what had happened.

He was extremely quite as I shared all this.

I tried to relay how we are manipulated to forget the process we are put under while we have experiences out of our bodies. I was still so upset.

How they make it come off as a dream, so much so as to confuse us. Who is "they" I wondered? I don't know!

The military? The ET’s? A combination of the two? Or is it some manipulation of the military to gain understanding to what happens to some of us that are involved in extraterrestrial interaction?

This I do know however....

I think we are all controlled at times somehow. Experiencers that is, we experience more than what we remember. We’re not allowed to remember some things. Why? We’re given information within us, not meant for all eyes and ears.

But for our understanding for a future need.

I hope sharing this will help someone else remember their unique experience.

Truth is truly so much stranger than fiction.

And not everything that happens to us is known to even us!