Wall Banging

 

So, it was July 31st, 2015. Another rainy day in Florida.

I'm home alone and I have many things to accomplish today.
The rain had been 19 days in a row here thus far this month. Today for a few hours it wasn't raining. I took this opportunity to mow the very long grass that had grown in our yard.
I started in the back yard and then went towards the front of the house. When I got to the front of the house right near the front  bathroom area, a huge snake scampered across my path.
It was pretty big and very long. The sound of the mower obviously frightened him and he raced off towards the berm in the front yard almost directly under my feet! I couldn't tell if he was a water moccasin or a black snake he moved so quickly. I watched for him constantly as I finished mowing the rest of the yard, but I was glad I never saw him again.
I went into the house after mowing and jumped into the shower, it was so hot and humid I was just covered in sweat.
I needed that shower and immediately!

About an hour or so later,

I decide to go into the front bathroom to start on my hair. I wanted to flat iron my hair because it's been so damp here all month I was sick of my frizzy looking hair.
I plugged in the flat iron and stood in front of the mirror in my front bathroom now. Before I could even get the comb in my hair something frightening happened.
All of a sudden, three very loud banging's were heard throughout the entire house. It shook the bathroom wall. They came from the outside bathroom wall.
Right next to where I was standing!
The sounds clearly came from the front of the house, But how, they were so loud! It was so very loud I thought it sounds like someone was out front banging bricks on the wall.
That just didn't make any sense.
Who would do that in broad daylight I thought to my self, as my mind raced, and I tried to make sense of this.
I stood there for a moment just mystified.
The banging's lasted about three seconds in total.
It so startled me that after another second or so passed I ran to the front living room window immediately to look to see what that banging could possibly be? 
It was like someone had a bat hitting the wall! Seriously! I expected to see the wall broken.
There was no one there! No one running off. I thought maybe it was a prank of a neighbors child? Not that that had ever happened before. There was no one anywhere at all to be seen!
I saw the cat looking rather traumatized on the front window sill.
She was backed up into the corner of the window. She was staring in the direction of where the banging had come from. Exactly where I thought, the bathroom area!
She looked frozen and afraid.
I went back to the bathroom for a moment and the banging  happened a second time, This time I only heard it once. I ran as the banging was happening to the front window and again looked out. The cat was now gone from the window sill, and again,
I saw NO ONE there!
This is exactly where that snake was I thought to myself!
Could that be a coincidence? I don't believe in coincidences!
I went right into an open rebuke in JESUS name.
It was no light rebuke.
It was now clear to me what was actually happening.
I was angry this entity had come at me in such a bizarre way.
I walked outside and walked up to the outside brick wall.
No sign of anything hitting the perfectly white wall.
How was it possible for that entity to make so much noise on a brick wall? I did scratch my head. But then again I thought, they are capable of doing so much we just don't understand yet.
None the less, I wasn't going to waste another moment on this experience . Not another negative thought about it!

I went back into the house and proceeded to flat iron my hair.
As I stood there again I wondered why two days in a row I was experiencing odd odors and banging?
We live in a diverse dimensional realm here on the Earth.
Nothing surprises me anymore. I'm grateful that regardless of what happens in a day in my life I have a sure and powerful help in the LORD! There were no more noises after that!
Today I have come to understand that what I dealt with that day was a poltergeist spirit. It was taunting me.
Since I have become a Demonologist in the 1970's I have often had many spiritual attacks. I understand them now, but I never really enjoy going through them. I refuse to give into fear. I hope you will as well!

 
 

Vocal Attack

 

 

So it was 1980, I was at home and cleaning up around the house. I had been working for about 4 hours and I thought I'd take a break and go into the kitchen to get a drink of cold water. I poured my drink and was just standing there.

 It was quite and I had a lot on my mind.

 

I thought I heard a voice in one of the bedrooms.  I just thought to myself, no, I couldn't have, must be outside. I'm the only one home after all. So I went into my bedroom to see if there were workers out in the yard talking near my bedroom window. I pushed the curtains back and there was no one there.

I got a strange feeling because I thought O.K. what was that? It felt odd in the house all of a sudden. The hair on my neck fluttered!  

 

Then I thought I heard another voice. I could almost make it out this time. I thought it actually said my name! It sounded like maybe more than one voice. It really creeped me out. I thought to myself, Oh no, what is this?  I was hoping that would be the end of it and it would just stop. Then within a minute I heard it again. I heard a few voices this time. Like they were right at my back! They were saying "run, run, run, don't stay here, run".  I was really scared! I thought why is this happening? Where am I suppose to run to? Why should I run? It was so frightening, I cupped my hands over my ears. I started toward the front door. I was actually getting more and more scared and the hair was standing up on the back of my neck and arms now. I was so confused. Why should I run? Who is this talking to me?

Then the thought came to me, this is my house I'm not going anywhere! The voices returned saying the same things over and over, it felt as if I were standing in a room full of people. But I was there by myself. I still had my hands over my ears. I ran towards the front door and ran out into the front yard slamming the door shut behind me. I felt like I was being pushed out of my own home! I stood there for a few moments. I was so afraid to go back into the house again. I never saw a thing, I only heard the voices and I thought to myself, voices can't hurt me! I'm going back into my house and casting those voices out. I'm out here, they're in there! The heck with this! So I mustered up my strength and opened the front door and stood in the doorway for about 10 minutes. I heard nothing. Then I stood in the front room with the door still open for 10 minutes. I still didn't hear anything. I made my way room by room back to the kitchen. I wasn't in any hurry. As I moved from room to room I was less and less fearful. Once I got into the kitchen I was more mad than fearful. I said out loud in a very angry voice, "Get out of my house in the name of JESUS"! "all of you, get out of my house"!

I repeated this a few times. I was so angry. I felt as if I were set up almost? How does that happen I wondered?

 

As I stood in the kitchen, I grabbed the olive oil from my cupboard and went room by room anointing each and every doorway in the house and asking GOD'S blessing and protection for my family on each room.

I had a wonderful peace come over me. I anointed my own head and asked GOD for wisdom! I walked through the house now without fear. I felt as if I were alone again. It was a great feeling.

I wondered why these attacks came at me so frequently. A friend at church suggested that I made the enemy mad with the good works I had done. I wondered if that were true? I never really did find out the actual answer. I'm just very grateful this sort of thing doesn't happen as much anymore. When I have attacks from the spirit world now, I am well prepared and victorious. 

The Unseen Hand

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

There was no one there!

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

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

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

 

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

What did it mean?

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

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

 

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

 

Today, I understand.

 

 

The Seraphim and The Doors

So it was 1983, I had had a very powerful experience with two Seraphs (Angels) a few years earlier.   An Angel had appeared to me and I had been taken out of my body and brought to a city where two HUGE doors were presented before me. I was promised the doors to be opened according to the timing of GOD himself.

He had made this promise to me and spoke to me through the Angel HE had sent to deliver me to the city where the doors were.

I had shared this with a handful of close friends and family in 1976 when I had the experience and then we never spoke of it again.

 

Odd and amazing spiritual happenings were very prevalent in my life in the 70's, and now I was soon to add the 80's to that list.

 

So anyway, my older sister was down visiting from Wisconsin with her two twin daughters, my sweet adorable nieces and her son, my nephew. The twins were three years old and as cute as could be. My sister wanted to spend some alone time with our Mother as her visit was coming to an end, so she asked me if I would babysit the children for her. Mom and her could spend some much needed alone time together. I jumped at the chance to have these sweeties over to spend some time with Aunt Teri.   

After my sister and Mom headed off to the beach and a nicely planned lunch I settled into a time of singing and coloring with these little darlings. We sang songs and laughed and colored for over an hour. I needed to get some lunch for the girls and their brother started, so I gave them all a colored pencil set and asked them to draw me something special.

I could see the girls laying on the tile floor coloring away and drawing, they were making such sweet little conversation with each other as twins do, and their brother was off coloring alone. It was truly adorable! As I prepared the sandwiches and loaded them onto the plates both of the girls ran up to me holding their pictures they had drawn for me. I put the plates down to look at what they came up with. To my shock and surprise, I saw two doors. Two HUGE doors! Each twin drew one door! They matched almost perfectly, and in front of the doors they drew big yellow fire! This was amazing as this is what I saw as the Seraphim were standing in front of the doors the LORD had promised to me years earlier in 1976. That fire was the protection of "The HOLY SPIRIT" who was guard over the promise spoken to me by GOD!

I was fascinated how these two little three year old girls could draw these doors! They were huge doors, just as I had seen. Then they put the yellow fire in front of them! This was beyond odd to me.   

I didn't know what to think but I knew this was not a coincidence.

As is with most things done in Faith we walk expecting and here it was. I knew then that the LORD was reminding me of the promise he had made to me.

It has been said that the LORD works in strange ways. I am here to tell you and attest to that fact.

Yes, HE does.

Many years later I look back to see how faithful HE has been to me. The wisdom and insight HE has given me.

My life hasn't been perfect, but this I know....I am never alone!



The Miracle Bread

 

So, it was November of 1978. It was a cool day and I had a desire to bake! One of my all time favorite recipes is my Pumpkin Bread recipe. I love Pumpkin bread, so I decided to make two loaf pans of bread. One can of pumpkin was just perfect for two loaves.

I had just gotten a call after the bread came out of the oven.

My friend Paula called me and said we have a girl who has been coming to church lately who has just lost everything, her name was Dorcas. She lost her Job and soon she could loose her apartment. She didn't know if she would be able to keep her car either.

I suggested going to her home and bringing her dinner and some rations to keep her going for a month or so.  I had just made the pumpkin bread so I figured I would bring both loaves to her. My friend loved the idea so we planned a party at Dorcas home to surprise her.

I called Dorcas and let her know we would be coming by with some friends and a few items for her. She said O.K. That would be wonderful!

The next night I gathered up my Pumpkin bread (both loaves) and took it over to her house. There were about 20 or so people who all showed up with canned goods and frozen items as well as cards with cash and other items for the home. It was a wonderful turnout. We served my pumpkin bread as a main dessert for everybody and we served up both loaves. It was a really nice evening. My friend Paula played guitar we all sang and prayed for Dorcas.

I returned home that night with my two empty loaf pans, pleased but exhausted, washed the pans and went to bed.

 

The next morning I woke up and walked into my kitchen. I headed straight for the coffee pot. As I passed the oven I noticed a loaf of Pumpkin bread sitting on the top of the stove right smack dab in the center. I had to look twice! I screamed out load "WHAT"? Then I froze in my tracks. I starred at that loaf of bread and was shocked! I had only made two loaves when I baked my bread 2 days earlier.

TWO LOAVES ONLY!

How could there be a third loaf sitting on my stove? My two clean pans were sitting in the drainer! It was virtually Impossible! I ran to the phone and called my Pastor. I explained what I was seeing on the stove. I said, "what do I do with it"? He laughed and said, "Well Teri, I think you should eat it with your family tonight", I think you should all just enjoy it, obviously GOD has blessed you!

All day long I starred at that pumpkin bread. My husband was shocked! I called several people from church. I shared my story with them all. I went over the night at Dorcas house over and over in my mind, I clearly remember cutting both loaves into thin slices for everybody. Those who were there remember both loaf pans. They said it was great pumpkin bread. Where did this loaf come from? It was literally Manna from Heaven!

 

That night my family and I ate the bread together, we also shared some of it with a couple neighborhood kids who visited for my sons that night.

That was it! It was eaten, it was gone, it was bread from Heaven!

I will never understand how that happened. I only know that it did.

It's amazing to me that GOD chose to bless me with this odd gift.

And YES, It was good and it was in another of my glass pans! 

Animals See The Spiritual

 

So, it was 1987. I had an airplane ticket to fly to Texas to visit friends who owned a world wide ministry. Tyler Texas to be exact, a real Bible belt of the worlds largest ministries.  I was being interviewed in a round about way to come join the team and leave the heat from Florida to experience the heat and dust of Texas!

I had just gone through a very complicated divorce and I needed to make some decisions.

 

I flew out to Tyler and spent the week going through interviews and meeting new amazing people that later became some life long friends. Every day was busy and pleasantly exhausting.

I woke up the day before I was getting ready to head back home to Florida. I still didn't have any clear direction, so I took a long walk out in the peach orchard on the massive property of the Ministry.

I walked for about 15 minutes and all of a sudden I just burst into tears. I could not make  up my mind as what to do.  I had so many options before me but I was just wrung out emotionally. I had gotten the job but wasn't sure if I wanted to move.

All of a sudden, from I don't even know where was this huge, white horse. He was so big, and stood so high off the ground. I was actually petrified for a moment. I didn't realize horses could get that big! He came walking towards me slowly, kind of swaying as he walked my way. I had no idea what he was going to do. I was now crying tears of fear. I believe he could see my broken spirit. This gentle giant then put his nose right up to my hand which I had out in front of me. Mostly to protect myself, I was hoping he would stop! He put his head near my shoulder and just stopped moving. He could sense my fear, I was sure! He was offering me peace. He could understand some how. I felt it. He just stood there. We bonded somehow. If I took one step, he took one step. So now my tears switched back to my emotional tears. I looked him in the eyes and started talking to him. He made strange nose noises and I was stunned how I could feel him listening to me. His neck was too high to put my arm around so I just petted his mane and neck for the longest time. We walked and I talked. He walked me back down to the fence gate as I didn't remember how to get there.  I hated saying good bye to this amazing horse. I gave him a kiss on the nose, it was so soft. He just stood perfectly still. I then walked away looking back at him standing there.

 

Of all my wonderful memories there in Tyler, which were many, I must say, the few moments spent with that horse has revisited my mind many times over the years with warm thoughts.

I know he understood my broken spirit and was there to

encourage me.
When I mentioned to my friends, how this wonderful horse met me in the Orchard, they all said "Yes", he has a sweet, loving spirit that animal. He could comfort like no other, They all had experienced the strong, sensitive presence of that amazing horse.

The Floating Head, Part 3

Well the weather could not have been worse that year. December 1970. I'm stuck in New York, my ship home was not going to sail!  My Mother tells me on the phone, you are on your own young lady! (You see, she never was thrilled that I wanted to go to New York in the first place). She wasn't going to help me with a ticket to get back home. I knew that meant I was staying in the frozen north until I could get the money for a ticket myself.

I don't know why my Mom was so hard on me, It sure was going to change my life to be left in Buffalo! If I had only known then what I know now!

 

This presented a conundrum for me. No where to live, no job and I was getting a little hungry. I asked my new found friend who resembled the floating head from my Florida apparition, if I could stay at his mothers home in Blasdell, as he had mentioned that could be a possibility if things didn't go well with my Mothers phone call. It was looking like just about all I could do. I ended up staying with his Mother for 2 months along with all his siblings as well. It was getting crowded fast. I called this friend by his name but I won't share that name here.  Now, there was no fear whatsoever being around him. He seemed normal, just like any other friend I had ever had. Our friendship turned into a relationship after 3 months, and we got an apartment together.  I was singing for various groups in the Buffalo and Tonawanda areas. I was doing very well. I had done so well in fact I got a call one night from a man who said he had seen me at Hearthstone manor where I sang for a very large group (500) one night and he said, Lena Horn is very sick with a sore throat and can't sing or  make her show tonight, will you sit in for her. I was so blown away, I accepted the job and had a wonderful night singing with a full orchestra. My singing career was doing very well.

I can't say that about my living conditions however.

 

In the apartment my friend and I shared things were starting to get strange.  Very strange!

I kept thinking I was seeing something out of the corner of my eye all the time. It was unnerving. I would hear strange footsteps on the stairs leading into the flat we were renting. I would hear someone talking, but I was the only one home.

One night I came home from work rather late after a night of singing my heart out and I fell asleep immediately. I had a strange and terrifying dream of an old man named "Joe" who previously lived in the apartment we were renting. He was upset that we were there and wanted us to leave he told me. I woke up and saw a shadow hovering over me in the room and screamed out load. My roommate said what happened? I told him about the dream. He laughed it off and went back to bed. The next morning while I was cooking breakfast my roommate was taking a shower. When he was done showering he came to the breakfast table and I ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I noticed the mirror had a name written on it, and I was very upset with my roommate as I  confronted him at the breakfast table, "very funny", you had to make fun of me didn't you? He said with a very honest look on his face, "what are you talking about"?  I said, "the name on the mirror in the bathroom". He pushed his chair back and went into the bathroom and he was actually shocked as he saw written in the steam from his shower, the name "Joe". He went white as he saw it and said, I did not put that there. I would not do something like that. I knew you were upset about your dream last night. I promise you I did not write that there!

It was then that I told him for the first time about the floating head and the resemblance to him that it had. I told him how weird things had gotten. He didn't seem to think it could have been him. (I was sure that it was him). But what do you do with something like that?

And now terrifying dreams and voices and sounds?

 

A week later we came home and noticed the rocking chair in the front room was rocking at a steady pace. We both were a bit spooked by that, but tried not to think about it. It had been happening from time to time.  I kept trying to figure it out! I was feeling more and more unhappy being in the flat. But what happened next made me very sure Joe was haunting this apartment.

I had a neighbor who had a young red haired daughter named Shannon, about 7 years old who always smiled at me when I would come and go from the flat.

She always wanted to come up to the apartment and hang out with me. I was actually happy to have her company from time to time.

One day as Shannon was sitting enjoying a cookie at my kitchen table with me she said, "who is the man who lives here with you both"? I said, "What"? She said, she had come over the other day because she thought I was home and said she saw a an old man sitting in the rocker through the keyhole in the front door, she was peeping in. I really got upset and asked her to describe the man, and she did. I didn't let on that I was freaked out by her. She said she has seen him more than once here. I was speechless. I was also terrified! I didn't know how to respond to that, I didn't want to scare her, but I was scared out of my own wits! So I got up from the table and we both left the apartment immediately. I waited outside downstairs all day at the laundry mat until my roomy came home. I explained what the neighbor girl had shared with me. We were both very apprehensive about staying in the apartment much longer. We decided we'd get another flat to rent as soon as we could. This meant breaking the lease and loosing our deposit.

 

I didn't like being alone in the flat for any length of time so I had  Shannon come over more often during the day while my roomy was at work.

Shannon told me this one day as she was looking at my  Florida drivers license laying on the table that she could see my picture starting to move. She went on to say, she saw me in a white car with a young man with shoulder length brown hair, she said  I was driving the car, she told me this as she was starring at my license!

 That was extremely freaky!

She said she could see something dangling from the rearview mirror in this white car. It looked like it was a basket. I absolutely was frightened beyond belief at this point. She was describing my previous boyfriend, and my car, and it's color, as well as the basket woven talisman I had hanging from the rear view mirror.

How could she know that?

The spirit of Joe had possessed this kid and she was speaking to me of things she could not have possibly known!

Here is a little girl sitting in my kitchen telling me she could see all this from looking at my drivers license? The hair was standing up all over my body. I wanted to scream but I didn't know what to scream! Her face was so innocent looking. Her long red hair and big blue eyes, her milky white skin! And she sees all this?

HOW?

It creeped me out! It was so unreal. I asked her to stop. She acted as if nothing was out of order. Again I waited all day  downstairs at the laundry mat until my roommate came home. That was it !

 I wasn't going back into that flat again except to get my things to move! And no more visits from that sweet possessed child!

I found out from another neighbor after asking around about the apartments tenants, that there was an older man who lived in our  flat several years earlier. She said he was a very nice man that kept to himself. He was often seen sitting by the front window in his rocking chair there most of the day. He had in fact died in the apartment and his name was "Joe". The woman said that she felt he died of a broken heart as his wife had passed a few years earlier as well and he lived in the apartment alone.

There is so much we don't understand about this life. I will always look back at this experience as an opportunity to open my mind and accept there is so much more to us as humans than we actually understand. I understand it all now, but back then I was living through the fear of it all.

I am sure that the floating head relationship was NOT for me to indulge in. I made wrong choices and bad judgements living on my own back then at such a young age. Wiser now, I will share that when we are guided away from something, take note of that!

Don't go there! There's a very good reason for it.

Sometimes as with me, it's just not going to go well for you.

And never forget, truth is always stranger than any written fiction!

The Floating Head, Part 2

 

So, after about three months had passed since my experience at the St. Petersburg beach apartment I found myself one night in Tampa watching a live group from Miami who happened to be passing through while on their way to Buffalo, New York. 

I had been staying with friends as not to return to my Moms place and that was getting very stressful for me. Living with friends was not working well for me. 

The Group was looking for a female vocalist. I mentioned I sang. They asked me if I wanted to interview for the job. 

 I was honored. I showed up the next day per the invitation and was so surprised when I found out that of all the singers that had tried out for the position, they had chosen me for the job.

I was elated!

They were leaving in a week after a brief unexpected trek back to Miami and would pick me up along the way to New York, that is if I wanted to take the job with them. I said,  "I'd love the opportunity and the experience" I had never been to New York,

I had heard it was pretty cold. But I decided to go along anyway for the experience of it all.

 

So after the week went by, I was on my way to sing in New York for the first time ever with my new band. "The High Street Carnival".. I had never sung with a group like this before. I was simply star struck. I couldn't wait for those bright lights! I had great expectations.

I had never been to New York and didn't realize how cold 20 degrees actually was!

After singing in New York for 4 weeks with the group and bearing the incredibly cold rehearsals and gigs, I decided it was just to cold for me in New York and I really wanted to head to the warmer climate of Florida and I was home sick. I was given options with the band and I didn't like any of them, so I took off on my own to begin my way back home.

I headed out in the evening with just my suitcase and the clothes I was wearing, which I might add were fit for southern winters, not New York blizzards. It was snowing and the wind was howling, it was so cold my ears were freezing. I was desperate to say the least at this point to get home somehow. I was trying not to cry as I knew it would do no good, but also I didn't want my face to freeze.  With only a few dollars in my pocket, nowhere to go, not being well dressed, and freezing, I had some quick decisions to make. I had to get back to Florida... I ended up stopping in a bar (Mr. Good Bar no less) in Buffalo on Elmhurst to warm my hands, ears and feet while heading down towards the bus stop. Maybe they would let me call my Mom for money on their phones? I walked into the bar and stood just inside the door and felt the immediate warmth engulf me, I so wanted to get home to Florida! I wasn't old enough to drink, so I could not go into the bar.... I glanced around the room and to my surprise I was stunned to see what I saw next.  I saw two men sitting at the bar, one of the men I was looking at who was sitting at the bar, was the face I had seen floating on my wall in my apartment in St. Petersburg beach a month or so before. I was shocked. He had the same face! I was transfixed on his face!

 I froze in fear as I looked at him sitting there. His hair was identical to what I had seen, very long and a bit stringy, he had the same eyes and his appearance was almost frightening, except his eyes were bright, bright blue. The face on the wall had dark shifty eyes. But this man really looked like him, except the eyes.

Was this the same man? He had a long beard, very dark, long hair, and thick eyebrows. It really was similar to the floating head I had seen.

 

Then something strange happened. It was like he shape shifted right before my very eyes while I was standing there looking at him. He seemed very kind, attractive in a strange way, very much a gentleman. Then all of a sudden, just like that, he got up, paid his bill as I was watching him, and walked out of the bar. He walked right past me, looked me right in the eyes and smiled as he left. A very kind smile. I don't really understand why but I followed behind him after a moment or two. Right back out into the freezing cold. I walked after him in the freezing wind because I could not believe who I was seeing. This was that face that frightened me so in Florida. But it wasn't scary now at all.

This was the floating head in person!

Was this meeting meant to be?

 

As I was following him, he stopped on the corner, turned and looked directly at me and asked me with a smile on his face, very matter of fact "are you following me"?  I was stunned! I didn't know what to say,

so I simply said..."yes, I am".

Then it was like magic. He seemed to change again right before my eyes. I noticed he had a kind smile.  A trusting look about him. I felt at ease. His eyes were blue, extremely blue, and his stance was one of concern towards me. He asked me where I was going? I told him to the bus stop. He asked why? I told him I was heading home to Florida because I didn't want to stay in the freezing weather another minute. I somehow felt as if I were to meet him here. This was some sort of predestined meeting. I asked him if I could use his phone at home to call my Mother to get a bus or airline ticket back home. He said yes. You see, I only had about $6.00 dollars on me, and that wasn't going to get me home.

Thus began a 15 year friendship with one of the sweetest men I had ever met.

But it came at an incredible price.

Paranormal things began happening to me immediately at an unbelievable pace. Ghosts, dreams, moving objects, moving people in pictures, apparitions, writings on mirrors and so much more. What I didn't know was that even though this man was very sweet, I had been cautioned by the apparition of this mans floating face on my wall NOT to align myself with him, but I didn't realize it at the time. I just never put two and two together. As I look back over my life I clearly see it was a warning to me, and I missed it.

What followed was stranger than any fiction

I had ever even heard of.

My life was changing and I could not stop it.

~

To be continued

The Floating Head, Part 1

It was 1970 and I lived in an apartment on 8th Avenue on St. Petersburg beach with my Mom. We had been there about 2 months. She worked everyday and I was often there alone by myself. This was my first summer living on the beach, so I lived in my bathing suit for the most part on a daily basis. There was a faulty air conditioner that often left the apartment very warm inside.  It's always HOT in Florida in the summer. We were about 2 minutes walking distance from the water, the Gulf of Mexico. We went swimming to cool off daily. It was wonderful. But it was also very, very hot out every single day.

Our apartment was pretty small compared to some of the places on the beach, but we were happy. There were only 4 rooms in the apartment, but it really was all we needed.

  As you walked in the front door there was a large dining room and living room that were really just one separated room that led to the bedroom and to the right was a small kitchen and a very small bathroom, and there you have it. So from the bedroom you could see right out the front door. My Mom and I shared the bedroom. My bed was in view of the front door. My Mom opted for the bed to the left of the doorway for a bit more privacy.

 

On this particular day my Mom had gotten up at 6:30 a.m. to head off to work, as she usually did and left me in the apartment sound asleep. It was about 10:00 a.m. when I woke from my sleep, I felt so strange, I felt as if someone were in the room with me.  It was an eerie feeling.  As I rolled over to my great horror just to the right of the doorway was a very dark face emerging from the wall. "It was horrifying"! It came more and more into view until I could clearly see a frightening face just floating there on the wall. What an awful and orphic way to wake up seeing this! The face was that of a man and it had long black hair and a heavy beard and horrifying dark eyes. It was looking at me intently with a frightening fixed stare. I looked away a few times to see if I were imagining it. Unfortunately, I wasn't!

I kept trying to look away, and slowly put my hands to my face! I wanted to scream! How can this be happening?

It was there after I rubbed my eyes. I was frozen in fear. I looked away from it as I was so afraid. I knew I was alone in the apartment and was completely helpless. I couldn't even scream, I was so scared. I was just frozen, what the heck is that thing? I had been sleeping in my night shirt. I had no undergarments on and I knew I couldn't just get up and run outside in what I was wearing. I fought the fear as I tried not to look at this face glaring at me. It just wouldn't go away! I reached down to the floor slowly and found my jeans lying where I had left them the night before.  I thought if I can just slip these jeans on I can run out of here. Then it occurred to me I had to run past the face, which was still on the wall and it frightened me to think of what that would entail. I was trying to talk myself through the fear.  I just wanted to scream! Why wouldn't it go away? I glanced up at the head once again. It was still floating in the same place on the wall just to the right of the door and looking at me.  The eyes would move and blink, it was so horrifying. I wanted to cry! What good would that do, I thought? Just get out of the room, get out! I quickly looked away again. The fear was overtaking me. The facial hair and head hair was pure black, only a slight facial view was seen as the hair was grossly everywhere. !  I started talking to myself . "Just get your jeans on Teri, just get your jeans on! I could see my purse and car keys on the dresser, but there was no way I was going for them. He was floating right over the dresser on the wall to the right of the doorway. I didn't want to get that close to the head.  I slipped into the jeans slowly and didn't even zip them up. I stared forward and got out of bed and ran with my eyes closed past the doorway and headed for the front door at a brake neck pace. I quickly unlocked the door and ran out onto the hot sand in the parking lot which was just out of the apartment door. I stood outside in total disbelief of what I had just experienced. I was freaked out completely!

My feet were burning in the very hot sand. I had no shoes on! I just wanted to cry I was so afraid.

What the heck was that? Why did this happen to me? Where did it come from? I was shaking from the experience and there was no one to talk to. 

I knew I couldn't stand outside in this hot sand and sun for any length of time.  My feet were burning, and the 98 degrees was hitting me hard in the full sun! My purse and keys were still in the apartment so I knew I had to go back in and get them if I were to leave this place. But how? I was so scared. There was no one around so I kept the front door open and waited about a half hour or so. I went into the apartment and went straight into the bedroom to grab my sandals and purse and keys. The apparition was gone. Thank GOD! I moved very fast collecting my things.

What was that? It seemed demonic in every way.

To this day I don't know where I mustered up the nerve to go back into the apartment, but I knew I needed my money and car keys and my sandals. I was desperate to get out of there.

This ended up being the last day I would ever stay in that apartment. I drove to my Moms work and told her what had happened. She saw the fear in my face and heard the desperation in my voice. I told her I wasn't going back until she went home and then I would get my things and go stay with a friend.

My Mom stayed about 2 more weeks to the end of the month and then she also moved out.  She however had her boyfriend stay with her. I stayed with friends. No way was I going through that again.

Little did I know then that this was just the beginning of so many paranormal things to come. Very demonic attacks and strange other worldly dimensions.

 

Today I believe this was a manifested demonic entity sent to disrupt my life. And that it did!

 

We live in a strange world. But have no fear. We can overcome all the world throws at us! JESUS was my answer.

It took me about 3 more years however, before I found that truth.

It was a rough ride. He was with me even when I didn't know he was! HE was how I got out of that apartment. HE gave me the strength!

I did find out within the year who this head was....are you ready for the rest of the story.

Part 2, I'll share tomorrow.

Truth is stranger than fiction!

 



Visitor From Beyond.

So, I'm sitting at home on my personal computer last year, fall of 2013. It's around 11:00 a.m. in the morning. It's a beautiful fall day. I'm looking out the window as I'm typing away looking up occasionally onto a serene landscaping of tropical trees and seasonal flowers. It's all so peaceful and the day is just lovely. I'm busy working away on a project for MUFON,
the Mutual UFO Network. 
I have lived in this beautiful home for about 15 years and I often enjoy writing and typing right here at this same window.
It's my peaceful work space.



When all of a sudden I hear a knocking. One knock after the next,

consistent and ongoing and it's coming from behind me, somewhere. Since it hadn't stopped in over a minute or two I became concerned. What is that knocking?

 

There wasn't anyone at the front door knocking as I had glanced at the front door with the big glass designed window in it and I could clearly see no one was there. So I pushed my chair back from the computer to go look at the back door, it wasn't coming from the back door either. Now I'm wondering, where is that coming from?  I keep hearing it, the consistent knocking. I walked past the dining room and there I heard it the loudest. It was just a consistent knock that has been going on now for about 2 minutes. I walk up to the mirrored wall and put my ear on the wall next to the mirror and sure enough.
THIS IS WHERE IT'S COMING FROM!
 It  is still ongoing, and continues as I put my hand on the wall,  now I can feel the knocking as if I am right next to the source. I hold my hand on the wall while the knocking continues for a full minute more. I'm just baffled. Why is this happening? Who or what is making it happen? I felt as if someone were doing this to get my attention, I don't know why that thought came across to me so strong, but it did! So I say out loud,
"who are you and What do you want"? I hear nothing.
I don't usually talk to spirits, poltergeist or demons, but I really wasn't sure what I was dealing with here.

The knocking continues however. It was rhythmic and consistent.
There were no water pipes in this wall, no electrical problems there either.

 I ran my hand back and forth on the wall as to get in the way of whoever or whatever was knocking there. It just continues. I laugh and say out loud, "if you won't tell me why you're doing this, then I'm going back to work", with that I walked away from the wall and the knocking suddenly stopped. I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed and then I cast the entity that I felt was knocking on the wall out of the house in the name of JESUS and went back to work.

 I have never had that knocking happen again, or before for that matter, on that wall!

 

What is absolutely intriguing to me is WHY? I gave the source one chance to come clean. To tell me what was going on.... and Nothing. Well, I can honestly say it was very interesting and I had no fear during the experience whatsoever. But I remain unsure of who or what it was to this day. It was just another day in my life to scratch my head about. 
Once again proving, we are not alone here!

 Truth is so much stranger than fiction.

Today I am fully aware of the poltergeist spirit that was there that day. I sent it on it's way through the power of the LORD.
While living in that particular home I had many attacks towards me. I feel it must have had a connection to the spirit world. I know how that sounds, but I fought almost weekly there for 15 years!
I still get attacked for helping and freeing folks, but I am well equipped and serve an amazing GOD!



Missing Time

Missing time.

So many people have asked me over the years if this is a real phenomenon.

Yes, it is. I would never say yes, if I wasn't absolutely sure!
 

I don't know why we experience it actually when it happens to us, but I'm certain that it exists. There is something that has happened within that time frame to us that either the spiritual realm or the extraterrestrial beings we encounter do not want you to recall. Thus "Missing Time".

I have said many times when I'm sharing an experience, I only share what has happened to me personally because it is only this that I know for certain. I may mention others experiences from time to time but I never state with any certainty if it is real, unless I know them personally and they are reputable and not given to false testimonies.

While in St. Petersburg in 1979 I experienced missing time. The oddity of it all however is that I didn't realize it for over 29 years.

At that time in my life in 1979 I was having many new happenings.

 I had seen my first Extraterrestrial being up close, as well as the craft he was in, and also the two

small greys that were assisting him.
I also had many paranormal experiences that year as well.

Missing time is just that. You can't easily remember what happened, where you were or where you went. I remembered bits and pieces from time to time throughout the years. Not that I wanted to, it just came back to me.

Some of it came to me unexpectedly. Other moments were revealed through times while in deep thought about the experience I had.

I always pondered these things once I remembered this or that, but never spoke of them out load to anyone. The other remembrances were from regression therapy I had with a highly trained regression therapist that helped me remember the experience without leading me into false memories.

When I was younger I was always afraid of what someone might think of me if I mentioned I had seen an unidentified object and an alien being. I'm no longer concerned with the judgments of others.
The experiences I have had to live with and ponder over the years have made me aware that we are not alone here on Earth. Regardless of what others think. I know what I saw! Not to mention the fact that I was certain I was on the craft at another abduction scenario that took me out of this world as well. Had I known I had experienced missing time from these encounters It would have helped me to remember more. I didn't believe in Extraterrestrials when I had the missing time, and I didn't know there was such a thing as missing time! I would never have mentioned anything about it at the time had I known about it.  I'm sure. I was in a place of shock and I didn't understand what had happened to me.

I now understand what happened and I am no longer concerned with what people may think about anything I have personally had to live through! I have stopped trying to defend my experiences. They belong to me, and no one else.
Everyone has their own life experiences, some of mine just happen to include missing time.

 

The night I had my experience in 1979 and shared it with my Mother and her husband, they had told me it was 4:00 a.m. in the morning when I arrived at their home. I believed it should have been 2:30 a.m. I thought  they were simply mistaken because they were so sleepy because I had woke them up. Now I understand I had missing time and it all makes perfect sense.

When it comes to extraterrestrial encounters I take nothing for granted any longer. This is an area where I continue to learn more and more about off world beings and the interactions of human and aliens. I never know when the next encounter will take place, but this I know, when it does happen again, I'll continue to learn from the experience.

Missing time or not.

 

The Birthday Present

It was 1969, May 26th, my 17th birthday, and I was hanging out with a couple good friends. We were talking and listening to music as was very popular back then. I had driven over to the apartment of my friend Jerry and my best friend Eddie came over to kick off a birthday celebration they had wanted to do for me.

 Eddie was like a boyfriend in a way, but there were no real serious feelings there, we were just great friends, all of us. We got together often and hung out. We all enjoyed guitars, singing, music, walking on the beaches here in Florida and the like.  I couldn't think of a better way to spend my birthday. Doing nothing special but enjoying the day with friends.

 

Just before 11:00 p.m. in the evening that night after a full day at the beach, the park and dinner, I was ready to head home. Jerry and Eddie decided however they would "Turn me on" to what they called a joint, something they both enjoyed

 and had been bugging me about trying throughout the day. I had just laughed at them earlier and said, thanks, but NO thanks. I really wasn't into anything I shouldn't have been doing back then. I was pretty much a straight laced type of girl.  I didn't ever look for trouble like my two friends here.  I had never given into peer pressure as I was usually the one to take a firm stance. Both Jerry and Eddie, who were older than me by a year or two simply hounded me relentlessly all day. They teased me about being so narrow minded and goody two shoes, as well as being funny and sweetly suggesting I should just let my hair down and try what everyone else was doing just once to see if I liked it. After 6 hours of offering this silly joint to me, I said at 11:00 pm OK, OK, I'll try one hit and then please leave me alone! I've got to get home.

They said, "this is your Birthday Present"!

 

So, there we were, sitting in Jerry's two story apartment off 5th Avenue in St. Petersburg, we were in his living room next to the stairway leading down to the outside door. It was dimly lit with candles and a hall light, so Jerry passes the joint to Eddie and Eddie passes the joint to me. Just as I begin to take a draw like they showed me on this joint, I see something white in my peripheral vision of my left eye. I first look at Jerry's face before I turned to see what it was, and I quickly glanced at Eddies horrified face and then glanced over to see what the white light was to my left. To my horror, I saw what appeared to be a white misty like ectoplasm forming into a person, it was quickly growing longer and forming more and more, until I could make out a very frightening demonic looking face. The ghostly face was well formed now and incredibly strange, like nothing I had ever seen before. I was intently starring into the face of this apparition which all of a sudden came at me with lightening speed and went right straight through me. I literally felt it come through me, I almost heard it as if it made a swooshing sound in my ears. It was like nothing I could have ever even imagined. Jerry and Eddie both screamed out loud, "what the hell is that", as they rose from a sitting position and ran down the stairs, leaving me stunned and frightened beyond belief. I don't know how I got up and made it down the stairs, I was literally in a frenzy to get out of that room.  I remember running into a coffee table and almost falling on my face but somehow getting to the stairs and heading out into the warm night air and joining Jerry and Eddie on the front lawn. They where white as sheets the both of them and kept screaming what the hell was that, what the hell just happened up there?

I asked them what they saw and both of them replied, I have no idea what that thing was. A ghost? I asked if they had ever had anything like that happen to them before. They replied, "oh hell no". So we all tried to calm down and get a grip of the moment. We had to stop screaming, it was late at night and we were standing in the front yard talking loudly. I remember saying, I am so freaked out,  I have to get away from here right now. They asked me where I was going, I said up to Royal Castle to get a coffee and think, I'm sure never going back up there again, as I pointed to the stairs! They followed me up to the Royal Castle and we all sat there drinking coffee and going over and over again what had happened to us. We couldn't make sense of any of it, it was just horrifying. How did it get there? We were all at a loss for knowing

what we saw.

 

All of a sudden I realized I had been rubbing my eyes relentlessly while talking. At this point both Jerry and Eddie said you better stop doing that, your eyes are so red and swollen, you don't look good. I went into the restroom and looked at my eyes. What I saw was frightening. The clear covering of my eyes was sagging out of the corners, it was so sore and itchy, I splashed water on my eyes and the burn almost caused me to scream out loud. I could NOT stop rubbing them, the itch was off the charts. I was in constant pain with the itching. Both Jerry and Eddie were so freaked out over the nights experience they both decided to head home around 2:00 a.m.  I said I was going home as well. But I didn't go home. I stayed at the Royal Castle another couple of hours with ice chips on my eyes. Finally at around 5:00 a.m. I started driving around looking for a doctors office to park at to wait for it to open. I thought if I could just get some sleep in the car I would be there when they got in, in the morning. I wondered how this itching had happened, was it from the apparition going through me? It did start just after the happening. What did this experience do to me? Why didn't it do anything to Jerry or Eddie?

At around 6:00 a.m. a nurse was getting out of her car to walk into the Dr.'s office and I got out of my car and asked her to please help me. She said they didn't open for an hour yet and I said that's OK, I'll stay right here in the car until you do. She said I looked horrible and asked what had happened to me. I wasn't about to tell her, so I said my eyes just started itching and I needed help because I can't stop itching them. She told me I was the worst case she had ever seen and said "use some self control", your eye's are in trouble you may have damaged them. I sat and waited for the Doctor.

Once he finally got there he prescribed me drops and gave me samples and sent me on my way.

I never told anyone about this for years. Not even my Mom. Jerry and Eddie were afraid to remain friends with me as they both thought I was the reason for the apparition. They were so freaked out by this we hardly ever spoke again. I was so hurt. How could they  blame this on me? I don't even know what we saw.

Some Birthday Present I thought, I'm never touching that stuff again!

 

When you're young these kinds of experiences teach you about who your friends are and aren't. I learned a lot from this. Both from the Paranormal side of life as well as the normal. Is there a normal?

I really wonder.

 

Definition of: Ectoplasm, An immaterial or ethereal substance, especially the transparent corporeal presence of a spirit or ghost.

Demons & Unclean Spirits (or Ghosts)

The original meaning of the Greek word "daimon" (and its derivations), as written in some of the books of the New Testament bible, were changed over the next two millennia into today's current beliefs and teachings about devils and demons. If we were to look at some other passages containing the word "daimonion" in the gospels of the New Testament, we would see that the meaning is synonymous with "unclean spirit" (For example, compare Mark 1:23 with Luke 4:33). Jesus, we read, spoke to the unclean spirits and they obeyed, leaving the bodies of the possessed. This is important to understand, because we read that Jesus taught (found in numerous passages of the Bible) that people should look to be clean and pure within. For example, in Matthew 23:26, we are told that Jesus scolded the Pharisees to "...first clean that which is within the cup and platter, so that which is outside might also be clean." Interestingly, most near death experiences share a common theme in that many encounter a "life-review" which seems to be a "cleansing process within" in order to help the recently-deceased transition from the physical world unto the next. This experience often occurs after the tunnel of light and meeting of loved ones on the other side of the grave.

 

Losing A Loved One Amongst The Paranormal

So, You're probably wondering what this photo is all about.

Well, on the last night of my Mothers life I was at the Hospice house in Oconomowoc Wisconsin.

I had just had a very unusual experience  at my Moms bedside who was dying from lung cancer.

 

The cancer had taken her voice from her about two weeks earlier and she had a very hard time communicating. She would try to speak but it was a very odd sound, which somehow I always understood. Mom had been in a coma like state on and off for a couple of days and was getting worse. We knew her time was very limited.

 

I sat next to her by the bed as she labored with a very harsh "death rattle", and tried to comfort her as she struggled. I would sing to her softly and she would struggle a bit less. I prayed with her and reminded her of all the wonderful moments that she and I had shared. As my older sister walked into the room she was simply horrified by the sound of the eminent doom with her heavy breathing, it really was hard to listen to. 

Chris sat across the room on a small sofa just crying as I continued to sing to Mom.

 

All of a sudden, my Mom opened her eyes, sat up a bit and looked me right in the eyes and said,

"Kiss me goodbye". This was spoken in her actual voice, and she said it with strong conviction as if she knew this was it!  I was stunned. I looked over at my sister sitting on the couch and all of a sudden I reverted to a young child as I said, Chrissy, Chrissy, come kiss Mommy goodbye!

 It was simply the most innocent thing, and yet it dumb founded my sister as she looked at me in amazement. Chris began crying loudly, she got up to come to my Mothers side to join me as Mom tried to make a puckered up pout to kiss us. We both kissed her goodbye, Chris was crying profusely. I wasn't able to cry just yet, I felt strong somehow. I believe I was still a bit shocked that I had just heard Mom's voice again, I missed her voice so much, I heard it as if there was no cancer at all. 

How could that be possible? I hadn't heard her voice that clear in almost 6 months. My Mom then closed her eyes and laid back down and slipped back into the coma like state she had been in for a day or two before and her breathing began to struggle again.

 

As I left the Hospice house that night I stood in the parking lot and beheld the most beautiful radiant moon in the cool night air. I said out loud, Mommy, I'm taking a picture of the moon tonight, because this is the last moon of your life. I knew she would not live to see another one. The night was so dark, no lights anywhere to be seen. Just the beautiful Full Moon.

As I took the picture there was an odd peacefulness and quiet all around me. I could hardly move.

My Mother passed away the next day.

Many more strange and very paranormal things accompanied that day. But today this is all I will share.

 

When I got home from Wisconsin I took my photos to the drug store to be processed.

This was the picture that I had taken of the moon that night.  The Orange Orb was NOT there when I took the picture.

I believe it was a sign from my Mom.

Death is not the end, it is the beginning of the next life.

Conversations with a Light Being

So, last night I had a ball of light come to me and it felt like an old wonderful friend.

I know that must sound strange but I was in a state of almost being awake when this beautiful orb light appeared to me.

It was as if I were expecting the visitor some how, I have no reason to expect it but here it was! It was exciting!

I was extremely comfortable sitting and chatting with this light. Like two old friends getting together.  It seemed very normal somehow.  It was radiating it's love for me and concerns for my personal, physical, emotional and oddly my financial life. I had been thinking along these lines from time to time recently. Wondering what I should do about finances at my age now?

 I wasn't sure how this entity came to me, there I was and it just appeared right before me. I was glad to have the fellowship of the light and it seemed comfortably familiar.

I wasn't the least bit afraid of it.

I accepted this light without any attitude on my part whatsoever.

Not a hint of a second thought! 

 

We spoke of so many personal things together. I was completely comfortable the entire time. I shared my heart! We looked together at my finances and discussed what I was doing in my "awake" life. I realized fully I was not completely awake at this time.  I was in the realm "between" where this light had come to me before many times. It was like having a life coach from the light sharing with me. Guiding me here in this life! I know that sounds odd. But this is a true account of this night. It never judged me or spoke harshly. The voice was steady and focused on my life and the results I would glean from this experience. It led me through a thinking process to "take a look at" where I was and where I was heading. Perhaps like a concerned father would, gently making suggestions to me and then watching delightfully as I excepted it's guiding conversation. I never knew a loving father in my life. So this was a huge comfort to me. It was the closest thing to a father in my estimation. He led me to see why I needed to chose this way or that way. HE let me find the way on my own. He would simply watch me make the right choice. I could see that this pleased him!

 

As I was speaking with "Him" after what seemed like hours, I started to feel the curious urgency to cough, and excused myself in His presence. I coughed a few times and then felt rather embarrassed that I had to really cough again, and still again. Then I started coughing really hard again and this time I coughed so hard I found myself awake in bed, sitting up and coughing really hard, as I sat up in bed with my hands covering my mouth I wondered if He had allowed me to feel this need to cough to end our conversation?

 

It's been a feeling that still engulfs me as I sit here writing this blog of the evening and early morning visitor.

He is now gone, and so is my need to cough?

 

I woke knowing I am deeply loved and cared for from beyond the understanding of this life. HE oversees me throughout my days here in this life and HE cares about what I'm doing!

 I am so very grateful.

It is truly a wonder how HE comes to me, but I believe these are my little visits with GOD himself.

I think we all have these from time to time, I was just lucky enough a few times to wake and remember them.

I hope you can as well.