The Homecoming

So, we're finally home from our long trip to California. The flight there was 6 hours and we had a delay because of weather. The meetings I attended were elongated as we stayed up way past our bedtimes to visit and get to know friends better. Never forgetting we were 3 hours ahead for the time changes from Florida!

Sure makes you tired just thinking about it.

Once there in California, our hotel room was robbed. We reported the robbery to the front desk, and then the next night the stolen article was mysteriously returned in a very obvious spot in the bathroom.

The flight home was interesting as well, as we had a two hour layover, and then an extended flight from where we were layed over.

Then once we got home to our Airport, we found the tram to our parking garage was broken (even though it was brand new) and there was no alternate way prepared, or a plan B, for the "NEW TRAM', to take us back to the car in case it didn't work. So we waited for over one hour for a Plan B, to be put into place. When it rains it pours...Did I mention we were dead tired? I was almost falling asleep standing up!

 

Before we left for California I kept hearing voices and noises from around the house. I didn't think much of it, as it's almost become common place for me. I tend to ignore these slight intrusions anymore.  I just rebuke them and move on.

My son had been here holding down the fort at our home and watching our two wonderful, loving fur babies, "Wolfgang Tucker", and "Lovey".

The first night home while playing with the dogs,

I was sitting out on the lanai around 11:00pm at night, enjoying the cool night air and talking with my son and husband about how things went while we were gone. My son replied, there was nothing to speak of. No voices or noises or anything else funky while we were away.

As we sat in the chairs looking towards the house enjoying the peacefulness of the evening, the back pool bathroom light all of a sudden lite up! The lights came on! Then the lights in the Studio came on! We all said, what is going on? Is someone in the house. My husband jumped up and went inside for a look. He went straight for the pool bath. There was no one there at all. He rushed into the studio, and there was no one there either! The light was on, but no one was in the house!

He  came back out to the lanai and said, well, there is no one home but the local ghosts.

We all laughed and agreed.

We all settled back into our lounge chairs on the lanai and kept chatting.

After maybe 20 minutes the bathroom light went out, all by itself. The studio light remained on. I rebuked the whole situation in the name of JESUS, and we all decided with that we would all head off to bed. We were all tired.

Some homecoming!

Nothing odd happened or was in the house the whole time we were gone. Whatever attacks, always attacks me. Once back home and in the saddle (so to speak) and here come the attacks. Doing cleansings, anointing's and prayers for others seems to put us in an "opening" for these silly little attacks. 

It's all simply laughable anymore. How strange that the strange and bizarre can almost be normal!

Truth is always stranger than fiction.

We are never really alone on this planet.

The Exposed Evening

So, it was a late evening in 1979 and I was at work.

I was working in Clearwater Florida about 40 miles from my home in St. Petersburg. I had chosen to work a night shift job so my husband could work a daytime job, so we could get ahead financially. It was an easy, fun position I worked at and I really enjoyed it. Being so young with two children it allowed me a bit of  freedom I still longed for as well. To get away a bit.

I was very good at my job  and was moved into a training position early on for all the new people we hired. It was more money and responsibility and I loved it.

I had considered going into management at this point with this company but thought to myself, this isn't what I want to do for my life work. So I was making decisions about what I really wanted to do with myself later in a career.
I had been there for about two years at this point and was thinking it may be time for a career change.
 

Often in my life the LORD had come to me to speak to me. Sometimes audibly and sometimes through very strong impressions on my heart.

So, on this particular night, as I was working early on in my shift, I kept hearing the LORD speak to me. It was a very strong impression I was receiving. More than once I heard him call my name. I stopped each time I heard HIS voice but wasn't sure why I was hearing it. Each time I heard HIM call me, there was then silence. HE (GOD) had never spoken to me in a work place situation before and I wondered if I was really hearing HIM or was it my imagination? (Later on in my life HE would speak to me again at work, but this was the first time, at this point)

Did HE (GOD) want me to go to an area where I was alone and sit and listen I wondered? So, I excused myself from my position and went into the main office area where there was no one around.
I locked the door and sat and waited on GOD.

I said to the LORD, "Yes, I know I heard you"! Then it happened, right there at work! HE spoke to me clearly, as if HE were standing right in front of me! I heard HIS voice.

I felt he was telling me to "GO HOME NOW". I wondered for a moment, really? Go home now? I felt as if HE also was implying  to leave this place permanently, literally at that very moment.  
My shift wasn't over for 6 hours yet. But again I felt HIM say to me strongly, "LEAVE HERE NOW, GO HOME"! With that, I laid down on the floor, Hands out in front of me, in a prayerful and worshipping kind of way and said to HIM, "OK, I'll quit and go home right now as you request"! I repented then for questioning HIM in this and thought to myself, something must be going on at home, The LORD wants me to leave this all behind, NOW!
I have to leave right now!

 

With that, I stood up, walked over to the box that held my time card and punched out. I went into the lobby where my boss was and handed him my apron and badge and said, "I'm leaving tonight permanently, right now actually, for good.  I'll be back at the end of the week to collect my paycheck".  My boss was floored! He said to me, "you can't leave here now, you have a shift to finish, I'm depending on you, your my best worker Teri"! I smiled at him and explained this conversation wasn't up for discussion. I thanked him for the position and all his kindness towards me, and I turned and headed to the parking lot and to my car. It was really kind of sad in a way! But I had to do as I felt the LORD instructed me, that was paramount!
 

Once in my car, I felt so strange, I asked GOD, why had HE  requested this of me? What is happening at home? Why now?
It didn't really matter though, If GOD say's to go home, I am going home! HE did not answer me, I was simply feeling the need now more than before to continue home.

I started my trek home praying all the way.

When I got a block from my home I literally heard the LORD say out loud, "SHUT YOUR LIGHTS OFF"!
"Really, I replied"?

OK, I said out loud, and I did just that. I shut the car lights off! That was weird, I know suspected something horrible was going on! I was kind of shaking, what was I going to find?
 

I pulled up in front of the house, and the house looked dark inside. I shut the car off, walked up to the house and opened the front door.
 

There on the couch to my great surprise, in my living room, in the dark ,was my neighbor friend and my husband. 
My neighbor was a sweet  girlfriend of mine!

I was absolutely shocked!

I had no idea at all what I was going to find! This girlfriend was such a sweet girl! I had always liked her so much.
"What is going on here I asked"?

She jumped up and apologized profusely over and over to me for being there alone with my husband in the dark, she begged me to forgive her, over and over, and she then ran out the front door crying. I was speechless.
The LORD wanted me to know what was happening!

 

It was the beginning of the end of my first marriage.

The next day, I told my husband that the LORD had spoken to me  when I was at work and demanded I come home, quit my job and go home now! I told him I knew nothing about this friend of mine and him. My husband knew that was true, it all had just started, there was no way I could have known.

He was freaked out, to say the least, as he knew that the LORD had often spoken to me many times in my life and was dumbfounded that the LORD literally exposed his and her behavior to me.

I had no idea that this affair was going on, none at all!

It made for an easy transition out of the marriage. It was hard on me and the children but it was somehow OK too.
The LORD later spoke to me audibly and said to me,
"I have removed your lover and friend", I found that amazing. HE did not call my husband at the time, "my husband", but just simply, my lover and friend. Oddly, that is always how I actually felt about my first husband. Like we were just great friends that took our relationship farther than it should have gone.
This was very perplexing to me. It went against everything I had believed in. Had I been taught wrong?

 

My point here in sharing this sad, true portion of my life is this, GOD will do what HE desires to do in our lives. If HE wants the truth to be seen, HE will expose it. Sometimes HE does it this way for us, sometimes HE doesn't. I am grateful for what HE has led me through in my life. Even if it was hard!

I am not a perfect person. Dear reader please don't think I'm painting myself out to be a saint, the LORD disciplines me as I need it too. I have made many mistakes along the way myself.

This I know, truth in the spiritual realm is stranger than any fiction that could ever be written.

GOD will do what is right for our lives, if we like it or not!
We are here to learn and grow! 
 I'm forever grateful for my lessons.

This night was just a drop in the bucket of life for me.
My experiences have always been bizarre by most standards. Sometimes when you think "a little birdie" told someone what you have done, or what someone else has done to you.....Think again...It may not be a bird at all, it could be GOD himself exposing us, for our own good!

 

The Picture

So, It was 2009, it was a beautiful day in June that my Mother took her last breath on this planet after much suffering.

You can never be ready for that moment really. It's very strange on many levels. Wonderful for the deceased as they move on and leave the pain of this life behind, and horrible for those left behind. I didn't cry for months, it was so odd for me.

I was actually that happy for her.
 

My Mother and I were very close and had been through many changes together. Very hard changes in this life many will never know.

Everybody deals with death in their own way. There is no right or wrong. I was a bit shocked at how I was feeling through the changes I was going through. I always thought it would be different.
 

So, as the day approached that the family would all gather in her hometown of Franklin NC, to lay her to rest, there were many preparations to be done. The sale of her home, the Funeral home,  the local church where her service would be held, and then the graveside service in the graveyard.

It's crazy the amount of energy you have to muster to do these things at a time like that.

All my siblings had flown in and were there which made it comforting for all of us! We were all so relieved my Mother was no longer suffering. It was truly a blessing.
 

The Church service was to be held at her regularly attended Catholic Church in town, This was such a wonderful gesture for so many of her church friends to come together to serve her one last time with a wonderful dinner.  I was so happy to see so many gather to say goodbye to her, it was very well attended.

The church was packed by the time the service began, which was a wonderful comfort to me. Knowing she was loved by so many in the city. She never retired, she always did volunteer work for hospice even though she herself were dying for so many years. Not to many had any idea of it! She was never one to complain.  
 

As we entered the church her picture was at the front on a grand little table along with her prayer book and her Urn.

We all filed in and sat silently awaiting for the priest to begin the service.

I so wanted this to be over as it was hard to sit there for me for some unknown reason.

The whole family was all seated in the front row at the church. There were many of us, and I was just to the right of the little table and could see it very clearly.
 

I felt my Mom close by and wondered if she truly was there, or if it were just "the moment" and me wanting to feel her there?

This priest we were waiting for as we all sat quietly was a Chinese priest who only knew my Mother briefly.

He finally came out a bit late and was on a platform just above my Mothers little table with her picture and Urn on it, which was even  on the floor to where we were all sitting.

As he began speaking, his accent was so hard to understand the whole family were trying to hide our laughing under our breath as he was mispronouncing her name so badly. We could only understand every other word or so he spoke.

I mean it wasn't even close the pronunciation of her name! Can you imagine! A time like this and the priest gets the name wrong because of his accent? Oh boy, I thought. How unfortunate this is. If my Mom were here she would probably correct him! She was a strong, loving woman, but very firm! Things were to be done right!
 

All of a sudden after thinking that thought, her picture that was standing on the little table, threw itself into the isle right up near our feet! We all gasped as this happened. One sister cried out loud! It so shocked her. I thought to myself, 'Mom, you are here"!
There was NO WAY that this could have happened except that it was truly a paranormal act!

I thought to myself this is you Mom, saying correct the priest already!

So I did. I said to the priest, excuse me sir, "you are mispronouncing our dear mothers name"!
He said well, she didn't have to make such a scene, and then he laughed! My brother picked up the picture and set it back on the table. It had not broken, which I took for her not being mad, but being firm to correct the priest!

So, with that the priest corrected himself somewhat and continued the sermon. It was beautiful, short and sweet.
 

It was such a comfort to me to have my Moms picture fly off the table as it did. You see, that was just like her and she could see us all laughing. She would never have allowed any of us to be laughing at church at such as time as this. It just was disrespectful!

Yes, this actually brought me comfort. It's one of the reasons it took me so long to cry at her loss.
I was wondering how long I would feel her presence. It was on and off for awhile following the burial. It did finally dwindle some within the year, but to this day I still feel her strongly. I speak with her in my dreams. But I am well aware she is dead and gone and at peace. I believe the Lord allows this type of happening once in awhile.

And as usual I will say, Truth is always so much stranger than fiction.

 

 

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!

 

 

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 Unseen Again

So I was in the kitchen tonight making dinner for the guys who were on their way home from a walk in the woods, and I had a very odd interaction with something I could not see.

It gave me goosebumps like I have never had before.

I felt as if whoever the energy came from wanted to get my attention.

I was making a hot chicken breast salad and potatoes for dinner. 

Suddenly I thought I heard a rap on the window near the front door. My two little puppies were running around in the living room, I looked at the front door, I didn't see anything. What was that rapping I thought? I ignored the raping. I thought maybe it was the guy's coming home from the woods. I knew they both had keys to let themselves in so I continued with what I was doing. Everything was going just fine until I opened the two instant potato packages. I cut open the bags of the potatoes with a scissors to add to the piping hot water I had just boiled. I was to add the freeze dried flakes to the water. After I cut the top of the 2 bags of potato's off I left the tops on the left side of the stove. I then took the potato bags over to the right side of my stove to add to the water. 

And then one of the two tops I had cut off, simply flew off the counter into the center of the kitchen floor!

 

I was immediately covered in goosebumps!

It just gave me the creeps for some reason.

I also immediately rebuked the presence that just caused one out of two tops to fly off my counter. I cast the energy out of the house as well.

There was no air flow that was in the kitchen that could have caused the top to fly off the counter like it did. The windows in the house were closed. It's 40 degrees outside. The heat was not running at that moment in the house. There were no fans on either. I was alone in the kitchen, there was no way this could have happened in a normal setting.

O.K., So it got my attention! I thought I heard the raping sound again at the front door, I walked into the living room again to look. Both puppies were staring at the front door, but there was no one there! I wondered if they heard the rapping as well? They seemed to be focused in that direction for a few moments.

I went back into the kitchen, and finished making the dinner salad.

Not sure who or what caused the top to fly off the counter into the middle of the kitchen floor.

Someone or something wanted my attention.

They had it briefly, but it's not here anymore.

These entity's only have the energy we allow them to have. Don't focus on them, get them out of your home immediately!

Keep your eyes on GOD and don't let them keep your attention.

 



Strange

 

It's just so strange what can happen in one day that makes it so different from the one before or after. I woke up on July 20th, 2015 just as I do every day. This day just like all the rest as I was headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth I saw what appeared to be a penny on the floor right in front of me. It was round and copper but strange. I thought it looked odd somehow. Almost like it was a bit to thin or maybe not the whole penny laying there. Like the shadow of a penny, but it was in fact a penny. I've seen enough of them to know what they look like. Just different is all I can say. I stared at it a second or two. So anyway, I bent down to pick it up as not to step on it with my bare feet. By the time my hand touched the floor to pick it up I couldn't see the penny anymore! It wasn't there!  It was gone! I kept feeling around, Behind my foot, next to the rug, then by my other foot! Where the heck is the thing I wondered? It was gone. Just gone! I figured, O.K. I'm half asleep, I must have overshot my bending over. So I stood straight up and looked behind me, I looked exactly where I first saw it, "there was no penny anywhere"? Was it a penny? What was that? Where is it I wondered? Why didn't I just kick it aside, I thought to myself, I'm still to sleepy for all this to be going on! It was round, it was copper, and it was gone!

 

I looked for that penny all over the hallway floor. I thought out loud. O.K., look, this isn't a large hallway, where are you? Where the heck did you go?

Once again I glanced all around and then I said out loud as well,

"I know what I saw, where did you go"?

 

I continued on into the bathroom pretty frustrated to finally brush my teeth, that darn penny was haunting me though!

 

So I shrugged my shoulders and said, Oh well, I'm not giving it a another thought!

 

I got dressed and decided to go to my favorite coffee shop to get a coffee. I figured I'd get a change of scenery.

I threw my purse on my shoulder and I hadn't moved an inch yet and all of a sudden my home alarm system started loudly beeping, I mean it was going off like a freight train!

That really startled me!
 

I didn't have my glasses on, so as I walked up to the base of the system on the wall, I couldn't read what it was saying, so I quickly rambled through my purse to get my glasses. As I stood there reading the base message, I was shocked to see what I read, it was the "Away" function beeping loudly.

In other words, I had like 10 more seconds to get out of the house before the extremely loud alarm would start screeching!

Oh my word, I thought, what is going on today?
How did this happen?

 Why did the alarm start to engage out of nowhere?

I quickly thought of the alarm code and entered it.

Whew! Just in the nick of time, I was able to stop the alarm from going off!

I stood in the middle of the room again.

First I saw the penny, that wasn't there, now the alarm set itself off. Really? Hmmmmm. What's going on here?
 

I'm obviously not alone here today.

I quickly took authority in the name of JESUS against whatever was causing the unbalancing of events and continued out to get my coffee.
I still have no idea what the penny or the alarm were trying to tell me.

 

You really never know when a change of balance will occur around you. But you can always be prepared and ready to set things straight again. It's a lot like an accident. You just don't plan for this kind of stuff, it just all of a sudden happens.

Never loose faith, always be prepared.
Most people would have been full of fear from seeing a disappearing penny and a loud shrieking alarm turning itself on. Don't let fear ever overtake you. Yes, strange things happen from one day to another but it's usually not something that will harm you. Something wanted my attention and I don't ever play into this kind of thing. I ignore strange happenings. Spirits like to "play". I don't play back, I rebuked the atmosphere in the home in JESUS name, and commanded anything ungodly out of the home.

We are truly never alone!
Strange things always seem to reach out after me. It's as if they try to test me, or taunt me. Knowing I won't tolerate them, I do wonder why these situations happen.
And truth is always stranger than fiction!
I went off to the coffee shop and continued on with my day.
Not everything is demonic, not everything is bad, but it's all weird to me. I always prepare for the worst and I'm set. Why show up at a gun fight with a rubber sword? That's my take on all of these happenings.
If it were someone trying to connect with me, seeing the penny, then they missed their mark.  I'm grateful none of these happenings have the power to hurt us. Shake us up for a moment, but never hurt us. We are never alone. I always have GOD with me!
Penny for your thoughts!

The Uninvited LOUD Music

So, I was cleaning the house this morning, Tuesday April 7th, 2015 at 8:40am, and after I had put a load of clothes in the washer and one in the dryer I started to head to the kitchen to wash my dishes. 

I had woken up this morning with a horrible stabbing behind my right eye. It really hurt and it kept throbbing as I was doing my house work. I was trying to ignore it as much as I could but it was really beginning to be bothersome.

I thought, oh well, I better get these few dishes done so I can go put my head on the pillow for a moment and rest my eye.

It always takes a moment for the water to get hot, so I started  wiping down the counter waiting for the water to heat up in the sink. GOD forbid I should waste a moment, right! 

I was unaware that the next few moments would be epic in my day.

 

I was standing in front of the window in the kitchen and I was watching the birds on a neighbors dock as I started to wash the popcorn bowls in the now hot water, from the night before. I finished the first one and laid it in the drainer and as I picked up the second bowl, I heard music playing in the house. I heard a very loud song being played in my living room, which is directly behind me as I stood in the kitchen. The song was getting louder, so loud it sounded as though it was coming from a huge speaker.

I thought to myself, we don't have a huge speaker in the living room, so where is that coming from? 

I knew my phone was in the bedroom, so I knew something was wrong here. The T.V. was off and the lap top was closed!

Where is this music coming from?

I had never heard this song before and I was trying to place it from something or somewhere, but with no luck. It wasn't the type of music I would ever choose to listen to. It had words but I was baffled at the loudness of it and I didn't pay much attention to what the words were.

It got louder still and it frightened me, it got so loud it was unreal!

 I dropped the popcorn bowl in the sink and finally spun around to see where this loud music was coming from!

As I turned to confront the music, I shut the water off in the sink and instantly the music stopped. I approached the front room and I looked out the front window to see if it could have been a car stereo going by, but there was no car. If there would have been a car I would still hear the music after shutting off the water!

But the music stopped at the exact moment I shut the water off!

 

I walked into the living room and stood there for a moment.

The hair on the back of my neck was standing straight up and I felt as if there was a lighting bolt going through me.

I felt electrified somehow.  

I spoke openly and said out loud in the living room,

Lord JESUS, what was that?  

I just stood still. Waiting for a reply. I heard no reply.

I felt a bit of fear, so I quickly rebuked the feeling and went to the bedroom to get my phone to call my room mate and explain what was happening in case something more began to happen.

 

After I shared what had just taken place I hung the phone up.

I went back into the living room and waited a moment more.

 Still nothing. My eye hurt so bad I thought I would have to go lay down and close it immediately. It was just pounding.

What was happening here?

I instantly went back to the kitchen to do the dishes.

There was no music.

I'm not sure what had caused the loud music. It was a country type of tune. Very odd. Nothing I had ever heard before and in a man's voice. The words were superfluous. They didn't mean anything to me of what I could remember. But now I cannot for the life of me even remember one word I heard. It was so sudden and strange.

 

Often odd things happen, but why? That's always my question.

Perhaps it will come to me in another form or situation.

Or is it that I need to literally "Face the music" about something?

I'm in prayer for an answer.

Our GOD is the GOD of humor actually!

The Demoniac

 

It was 1986. I was on my way to work at 8:00 a.m. on a beautiful Wednesday morning. It was just a gorgeous day and I was only a block from work when I noticed I was driving on fumes!

I thought to myself I better stop in here at the neighborhood convenience store to get gas so I can make it home tonight.

I was really low on gas and I didn't want to risk the car not starting after work.

I pulled into the station and got out of the car to pump my gas. I was in a crochet white dress and was trying to be careful not to get it dirty.

As I was standing pumping my gas,

I heard a man say to me in a raspy dark voice, move over lady and let me pump your gas for you so you don't get your pretty little white dress all dirty.

I smiled at him and said, "No thank you sir, I've got this"!

 

Then he came over to where I was standing and tried to take the pump hose right out of my hand he was aggressive about it as well. This was really bizarre!

I said to him loudly, "hand's off buddy, I told you, I have this"!

I was firm but thought maybe he was just trying to be nice.

 

He all of a sudden started cursing at me. He yelled out loud, very loud I might add, "you bitch", his face was all contorted. His voice was like that of a drunk, he went on to say, "I was just trying to help you, you bitches are all the same"!

I could smell heavy alcohol on his breath now, and I had a very bad feeling just looking into his empty eyes! 

He seemed possessed. Really possessed. Something was very wrong with this man. He was up to something.

 I said back to him, "I said, No thank you sir" looking directly into his empty eyes.

He said again in an ugly almost growling tone, "all you bitches are the same"! F___k You!

Then he said a few more ugly things about me and walked over to my passenger door and tried to get in my car! No kidding!

That absolutely shocked me! I could not believe what I was seeing!

What kind of a nut am I dealing with here I wondered?

 

 He found that the door was locked so he kicked my door really hard with the heel of his foot in his anger. I was watching him as I was pumping my gas, so I stopped pumping immediately and said, "Hey get away from my car mister", what the hell is wrong with you?  I was very firm. I hung the pump up and  locked my drivers side door and ran into the station to pay for my gas and report this creepy weird man. I was in disbelief of what had just transpired!

 

 

When I got into the store I asked at the girl behind the counter to please call the police as there was a strange man at the pump outside who was harassing me and I told her he kicked in my passenger side car door. I also mentioned  to her I was concerned for other patrons that he might cause them trouble as well.

(Little did I know, it was all just starting to get very strange!)

I swear, it was like living in the twilight zone!

The odd young looking woman behind the counter just ignored me. She glanced up at me like saying "Don't bother me lady".  She was busy selling cigarettes and coffee for the working men who were in the store in line in front of me. A rather long line I might add. I could see that, I know she was busy but this was serious, I needed help NOW!

I thought to myself, what the heck is this?

The  real twilight zone for God's sake?  

No one here seems to care what is happening to me!

People literally ignored me. They were completely unconcerned!

I felt so alone and singled out! Tears were coming down my cheeks, I was beyond frustrated!

I pleaded with her once again to please call the police. I was really shaken by what had happened, I told her I was late for work and I had to get going.

The woman behind the counter glanced out to where my car was but the man was not near it at that moment, she said in a very nonchalant way, "what man"? She was still checking out other patrons who seemed oblivious to what I had just dealt with so I said the guy out there in the dark T-shirt. I said please help me out  here, he's really creepy!

The clerk acted still as if I were the problem here!

 

I went back to the car after I put my ten dollars down on the counter for my gas and I went to get back to my car to head off to work.

 

When I got to my car the man was now standing in front of my car door, like he owned it! I asked him to step away from my car. He said in a mean and very ugly voice, almost a growl, "Noooo"!

I told him I had asked the clerk to call the police, so get away from my car, he spit at me, and he got right up in my face as he seemed very upset with me and started cursing obscenities at me again. That was very frightening! Never had anyone ever spoken like that to me. It was a demonic growl.

 I said again, "get away from my car buddy and leave me alone"!

I held tight on to my purse and went to move him away from the door, he shoved me back away. I could hardly believe this guy, first he spit at me, which was horrifying and now he was pushing me!

 I was beyond mad! This man would not let me get into my own car. He was trying to get in it himself!  I could see he was acting as if it were his!

 

Thank GOD I had locked it before I went into the store.

 I ran back into the store, I said to the clerk again, please call the police NOW, this weird man spit at me and will not let me get into my own car!

 With that the man came into the store behind me and said loudly so everyone could hear, "Aww, come on honey, I know your mad at me but come on now, let's leave these people alone here".

SHOCKED, I prayed right then, GOD help me!

 

I was completely flabbergasted! I thought to myself, what the hell is he talking about. I said "LOOK MISTER" I don't know who you are, get away from me and stay away from my car, you're absolutely crazy!

 Leave me alone!

 

The lady behind the counter acted as if I were the one who was acting nut's! I was so confused and mad I could hardly contain my anger! How dare this jerk pull this crap on me I thought! What are these people thinking? What else had he said to make me look crazy? I looked at the girl behind the counter again and said CALL THE POLICE! PLEASE! My face was red with anger, I could feel my blood boiling.  I'm sure she started to wonder what "WAS" really going on!! I yelled at her again, I don't know this crazy man and I'm late for work!

 

I immediately headed back out to my car got in quickly and locked the door. I started the engine and went to pull out of the gas station onto 54th Ave North, as I tried to make a right the cars that were slowing for the stop light would not let me out of the station. 

 The traffic was backed up from the light on the corner and I was delayed pulling out onto the street. As I waited for the cars to let me in so I could turn right, the man came running from the convenience store and tried to open my passenger door again. He banged on the window hard and kicked my door really hard again with his heel! I heard the door make a strange sound.

I knew he had made a dent in my door. I started to cry!

(This is my only car and I worked so hard to keep it nice, this really made me angry!)

 I was able to pull out onto the street now, but before I could get through the light it turned red. Again I was stopped in front of the convenience store and gas station. To my utter surprise the man came running again up to my car and came to my driver side window this time and tried to hit it really hard to break it. Over and over again he pounded on my window. He still had that demonic look on his face like he was crazed. He was literally foaming at the mouth spitting and screaming obscenities at me the entire time.

I rebuked him in the name of JESUS and begged GOD to help me!

I was crying and screaming at the man to leave me alone!

 

With that he jumped on the hood of my car and pulled the windshield wipers straight up and bent them down. I tried to move the car forward with the light having changed to green, but he would not get off the hood of the car, The obscenities were absurd! He was actually licking the front windshield making crazed faces and spitting all over it!

This is utter madness I thought, what has possessed this man to attack me? Why aren't any of the people around me helping me? It was so confusing. It was like I was in hell!

  I stopped the car (as I didn't want to have him fall off the car and roll over him), shut it off and grabbed my key and got out of the car, pushed the lock down and slammed the door closed and screamed at him to "get off my car" and leave me alone! (He had just ruined my wiper blades! I was horrified!)

 I ran to the Semi truck that had stopped behind me at the light and said Sir, Sir, Please help me, this man is ruining my car and has attacked me! I don't even know him! Please help me sir! I was crying and begging the man for help. I was desperate. I will never forget how I felt at that moment, I was grasping for hope! He looked down from his high window and said in a unconcerned voice, "lady I'm on the clock", I can't help you, I'm in a hurry could you please pull your vehicle out of the middle of the road!

Again I was shocked! Stunned! No one was helping me. Am I in America? I was suffering this mad man all alone. WHY?

With that I ran to get back into my car. The weird man was on the grass in front of the gas station now, he saw the trucker was not going to help me and he headed for my car again, but I got there first. Jumped in and locked the door. My heart was pounding as he made his way towards my car again. He then kicked my car again, and I kept on screaming at him from the inside of my car to leave me alone!

It was about a minute later I saw the police car lights approaching, there were two cars, they pulled into the gas station and walked over to the crazy man. Thank GOD I thought, help is FINALLY here! They talked with him for a minute or two. Then one officer motioned for me to get out of my car and walk over to him. I got out and locked my car and left it right where it was in the intersection at the light. He motioned for me to move my car out of the intersection to the side of the gas station. So I did.

 

 The officer then asked me what the fighting was all about?

 I said, "are you kidding me"?

 I only came here to get gas this morning and this mad man attacked me, I told him I didn't need his help and he went berserk! Spit at me and kicked my car door in, shoved me and has not stopped cursing at me with the foulest of obscenities! Ruined my wiper blades and has screamed obscenities at me the whole time.  The Officer then said to me, is he your husband? I said, WHAT? "NO absolutely not",

 I have no idea who he is! I'm single!

 

He asked me again, Do you know him? I said "Hell No"! Why do you think I know him? Then he asked me what his name was? I could hardly believe this, help was here and now even they are questioning me! So I said to the cop, you have to be kidding me, I have no clue what his name is? 

He then asked me, "does he know your name"?

 I replied "No"!  I honestly have no idea who the idiot is! The cop did not seem to know who to believe, the crazy man or me.

How bizarre was that!

I had no idea what the store clerk told the police officer, so I was truly upset with this whole situation.

I again cried out to GOD, Please help me!

 

All of a sudden out of no where a little old thin white haired man with an extremely kind face came up to the cop and said, The woman here is telling the truth. I watched what she went through from this store over at the end of the strip and I know she has no idea who that man is. He was here long before she pulled in. He approached her as she was getting gas.

I was so grateful for the old man coming forward. I burst into tears!

Thank GOD! Finally someone is helping me! It was like the spell from this demoniac was instantly lifted and HOPE abounded!

 

The cop then asked me to show him my drivers license, so I got it from my purse in the car. He said O.K. I see your name is Teri, is that right, I said "yes", that is right. So then the officer walked over to the weird man and said so, you claim this is your wife huh?

The man said to the officer, "Yes, it is, she's just mad at me"!

Then the officer said, well then if this is your wife, what's her name? The man went silent and said "well I call her Susie".  The cop said, O.K. but what is Susie's real name?  The man was silent again for a minute and in a muffled voice said, Linda. The Cop said what's her last name, The man said I don't know. The cop said to the man, turn around..... He then hand cuffed the man.

 He walked back over to me and handed me back my drivers license. He asked me if I wanted to press charges on the man for what he did to my car. I said No, I don't ever want to see this idiot or  have to deal with him again ever. I was now one hour late for work! Exhausted and angry, I was released by the police officer.

I drove away from that intersection knowing that I had come face to face with a demonic entity that had possession of this strange man. I learned a lot from the experience but wish I hadn't had to endure it!

Be careful ladies, you never know what can happen to you even in broad daylight with many people in plain sight! Demonic possession can happen to people as this experience taught me.

It seemed like time had stood still there that beautiful morning.

Possessed people only have the upper hand until divine appointments take over. I am grateful to GOD for HIS help and deliverance from that poor possessed man. He went to the officers car spitting and growling. Thank GOD it wasn't my problem any longer.

I composed myself and headed off to work.

GOD had answered my prayers.

 

The Light

 

 

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

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

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

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

And a lot of confusion!

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's gone!

 

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

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

He said it looked frightening to him.

 

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

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

truth is stranger than fiction.

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

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

I'll never know.