Paralyzed

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

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

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

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

This night was no exception.

But I couldn't get up!

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

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

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

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

I thought to myself, ok, here we go!

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

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

What the heck was this, I thought?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said again, "Teri, get up"!

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

I headed out of my bedroom and to the restroom.

I appeared to be one hundred percent normal again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Truth is stranger than all fiction!

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

The Seraphim

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

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

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

Thank GOD, HE still does.

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

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

I did not think I was special.

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

 

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

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

He was a messenger Angel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a fantastic experience!

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

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

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

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

He is also unbelievably loving but at the appropriate times.

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

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

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

And certainly leaders at that!

ELOHIM is so much more than they are!!

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

The mind can barely find the words to express HIM.

That's an experience for another day.

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

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

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

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

  

 

The Flood

 

So, it was a very rainy summer here in Florida in 2015. I spent most of the 23 days of straight rain praying for it to stop. Wondering why it hadn't all along the way? After so many people had flooding and loss of finances through horrible conditions due to all the rain, my heart just broke.

Where were the answers? What was going on here?

The steady rain turned everyday people into victims!

 

The news was so hard to watch as picture after picture on the television showed what devastation came with rivers over flowing and sewer systems backing up due to the wet conditions.

Peoples cars no longer could get them to safety. The waters were much to deep. Roads were coming apart, pot holes were everywhere and driving was now unsafe! Kids couldn't get to school. Power was out in thousands of homes. Animals were having a hard time in the fields staying free from drowning. Fish were swimming on my front street. That was very strange indeed!

 It was starting to hit my neighborhood now just as it had the ones I had watched on T.V.  The over flowing rivers were causing such damage. With one more day of rain, I thought, we won't be getting out of this neighborhood at all without a boat and the house will flood for sure.

 Like so many others we will be prisoners of the rain!

I now understood very clearly how Mother nature had control of the state. After all, Florida is already a peninsular. I wondered if it was going to rearrange itself right here and now?

 

Day by day I watched the lake we live on (Park Lake) creep closer and closer to the back door. First the deck on the lake was covered with water, then the chairs were under water, then the table was under water, then the entire lawn disappeared from sight. The Fire pit in the back yard was under water. Fish were swimming feet from my back door, the turtles were laying in what small yard I had left. When was it going to end?

I threw myself on the floor and started to pray, Please GOD, help us NOW!

 

Then the reprieve came. The rain finally stopped!

23 total days here in Pasco county. It had taken it's toll. Why did this have to happen?

I wondered, Why had so many had to loose all they had to the deep waters of 23 days of straight rain?

 

The meteorologists said it was a freak thing. They hadn't seen this coming. It lasted far too long.

Why is it that when the weather acts this way we never really are prepared for it?

Pasco county found out way to late after the fact that nothing was handled well in the situation. We were ill prepared for this type of weather and NOW we would make many new changes for how to rethink how things should be handled, should we ever have to deal with this again in the future.

Our state was declared a state of emergency!

 

I wondered about the spiritual aspect of it all.

Is there a connection with the weather and the Powers that be?

Were we all being warned? Was it a wake up call? What were we to see spiritually from all this? 

I happen to believe all things are connected in this life!

 

Then I was reminded that we have been in an 8 year time of retrogrades and many negative things, teaching us lessons and coming to an end. It all started in 2008. And here we are now gearing up to the end of 2015, making way for the releases and the new hope of 2016! The year of completion.

Perhaps this was actually an ushering out of all the past? A flood of change was on the way. A beginning to a new day. A turn of celestial events!

Then It all made sense.

The universe truly does connect with us spiritually.   

What is to come is clearly now set to move forward. Old things have been cleansed from us, ways of thinking and living and being. (That is if we are awake to it.  Yes, it will happen anyway to all of us as we are all moving in the same direction here on the earth, but we do not all see clearly what is happening to us).  New understandings and spiritual growth are on the way to us.  2015 was beginning to be cleansed from us and 2016 was starting it's way to us. Like we were starting to shed 2015 like an old skin and prepare for the new skin that will take us into 2016.

It's a new day coming, a long awaited for, new day!

 

Now the rains made sense, it was as if we were seeing what was happening to us all in the spiritual realm. The flood had come and now the new would take shape.

The forecasted influences of the spiritual world we live in but cannot see with our naked eye were making itself known to us. But we had to understand this. This is what is always happening right under our noses and yet if we are not in tune, we do not see.

GOD never leaves us clueless, HE just asks us to pay attention. To ask, seek and knock.

To be in touch with our inner reality.

 

So as I contemplate all this before me in this life, the life I have been chosen to live, I now see why we go through things we cant control. It's just not all about us individually. It's about all of us as humans and what we walk through while we are here in the land of the living!

 

Floods will always bring fresh new ground. It's their nature.

Change is always hard, but I do welcome it.

 Goodbye 2015.

Hello 2016, the year of completions.

What might lie ahead?

 

 

 

The Late Night Visitor

 

 

So, It was 2001, My Mother and her husband had moved up north in 1996.

She called me one night and told me her husband had just passed away. She lived eleven hours North of me in the Hills of Franklin N.C.

I jumped in my car and got there in a record breaking 8 1/2 hours. I only stopped for gas. No eating or anything else. And O.K. I drove a little faster than the speed limit. It was late by the time I arrived.

When I got there she was so relived to have someone there with her after all she had been through the past few days. She had listed her husbands death in the local news paper. She said somehow it made everything so surreal.

 

 My Mother was simply exhausted and all she wanted to do was to sleep to put the pain and grief from the day behind her.

We talked for an hour or so and she couldn't stay awake any longer.

I decided I would also tuck myself in for the night, I was also extremely exhausted.

 

 

All of a sudden as I rose from the kitchen chair I had an awful premonition, just a dreadful feeling that something was very wrong.

I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was really bothering me.

My Mom never locked her doors living high on the mountain as she does but tonight I decided I would lock them all.

 I went to the front door and locked it, but somehow I didn't feel safer. So I went downstairs on the first floor of her two story home and locked that door as well, and check all the windows. I still had a weird feeling I just could not shake. I felt like trouble was all around us. But why?

It really had me very aware of it. I just couldn't put my finger on where it was coming from. I didn't mention it to my Mom as she had enough on her plate to deal with. She didn't need me scaring her with a weird feeling I was having. I decided locking the doors was the right thing to do. After all we were alone in the pitch dark of the heavily wooded mountain.

 

My Mother never locked her doors at home, ever! She had said once that she knows everyone on the mountain and there all good country people.

I felt weird locking everything up tight.

I stayed up and cleaned a bit in the kitchen and then headed off to bed myself around 1:00 a.m.  Mom had taken a sleeping pill she had gotten that day from her doctor, So I got back up and I checked in on her and then headed back to bed.

 

It was about 3:00 A.M. in the morning, and I dreamt I was hearing a constant doorbell. I thought gee that sounds so real for a dream. Why doesn't someone answer the darn thing? Then I heard it again, and then again. Now I was awake and I did hear the doorbell. I was really groggy, and the door bell was really ringing, over and over!

I went to the front door, turned on the outside light and was shocked as I and looked out and saw a man standing there. He was a young man probably in his late 20's in a white T-shirt and blue jeans. He yelled in to me and said there was an emergency and he had to use our phone right away. I told him to wait a minute. He pleaded for me to open the door, I said just a minute, I had to gather my thoughts, There was no way I was believing that story for some reason, just a gut feeling again. So I went to wake my Mom to see if she knew this young man. It was hard to wake her from the effects of the sleeping pill. It took a minute or two. That's a long time when someone is at the front door banging on it.

She finally came to I explained what was going on, and she said, just let him in Teri, If it's an emergency then give him the phone.

I said, "no Mother", I'm not opening the door to this young guy, something isn't right. She yelled at me and said what are you talking about, it's an emergency, give him the phone! She was still very groggy, again I said "no". You need to get up and tell me if this is someone you actually know! I didn't understand why I was being so demanding, but it was coming from my gut. I was very leery of this man at the door. I have no idea why? By now it had been 5 minutes that my Mother and I were disputing giving this man the phone. Finally my Mom , tired and upset with me for acting so demanding got up, walked past me to the phone, picked it up from it's base and went towards the front door with it.

I jumped in front of her and took the phone out of her hand and said "wait"!  Please look out there, do you know that man?  She looked at him through the glass window and said , "no", he doesn't look familiar. I said I thought you knew everybody?

Then, giving me a very disapproving look, she went to open the door. I said "wait Mom", she hesitated and again said, "Teri", in an extremely frustrated with me voice. 

 I ran and got the shot gun from the kitchen near the back door, I remembered she always had it there, and then I stood behind her as she opened the front door. I made sure he could see the butt of the gun. I thought to myself, "what the heck am I doing"?  My heart is pounding out of my chest, I'm functioning on pure adrenalin here, My Mother is so trusting and friendly, I'm acting like a cruel idiot, but I can't seem to stop myself! I just trust my gut after all these years!

She handed him the phone and then said to him what emergency do you have? He said something about his girl friend up the mountain. I pushed my Mom aside almost knocking her over and closed the door and dead bolt locked it. My Mom yelled at me, she said "what are you doing"? Let the man make his call for heavens sake!

He picked up the phone as we both watched, but didn't dial anybody. He played with the buttons, but never got through to anybody. Then I heard him say to us "never mind" in a rude voice.

I thought, how clever, he has our only way to call for help.

So I shut the porch light off and yelled. Leave the phone at the bottom of the door when your done with it. He put the phone down and walked away from the door.

I then ran down stairs and made sure all the windows were locked again. I shut off all the lights. I could hear the man walking all around the house on the rock pavement from the driveway.

Ten minutes went by. I didn't hear him any more.

Then all of a sudden I heard him near the garage. I thought, what the heck is this guy doing?  I could just barely make out his white T-shirt in the darkness from all the surrounding trees.

I ran to the front door, looked around, quietly opened the door and grabbed the phone. I knew we were in trouble now. He never used the phone. I felt it was just a scam to get the phone away from us.

What was going on here? 

My heart was still beating so fast, I ran from window to window trying to see what this guy was doing.  

 I asked my Mom if she had ever used the shot gun?

She started laughing and said, "what shot gun"?

I said the one I got from the kitchen!

She said that's not a shot gun, silly, that's a Beebe gun!

 I was to terrified to laugh. I thought to myself, well. O.K. I know that, and she knows that, but hopefully, he doesn't know that!

 

I picked up the phone and persuaded My Mom to go with me into the bedroom walk in closet so we could call the police.  It was so quite I could hear the man walking around but I wondered if he could hear us as well. YES! It's that quite in the mountains!

I told her If I could hear the  mans footsteps so clearly, maybe he could hear us talking too?

I didn't want him to know the police were being called. I hoped they would catch him walking around the house.

It took the police 2 minutes to answer their phone!

 Two terrifying minutes!

The police officer on the line told us it would take them up to forty five minutes just to get to us.

I gave them the man's description as best I could and our address.

Then I went back and waited, listening and watching where this man might be. I could still hear him walking around outside. His every step gave him away.

It seemed like forever, but I could see the lights from the police car coming up the mountain from Highway 441.

Then I heard the man take off back up the road leading up the mountain.

I ran out to the police car as they pulled up and pointed which way he went.

They assured us they would patrol the area! They said not to worry but make sure everything was locked up!

 

The dreadful feeling I had had all night finally began to leave me.

I knew we were safe.

We both talked for a moment, and decided to just go back to bed.

My heart was still pounding. But I was exhausted as it was almost four a.m. in the morning.

 

I closed my eyes and began drifting slowly towards sleep. I could feel the adrenalin leaving me as I succumbed to sleep once again.

 

The next morning, as we both awoke, I should say late morning, somewhere around 11:30 a.m. my Mom put the news on.

They were reporting about the next couple mountains over from my Mom's. A woman and her two daughters had been beaten, raped and robbed.

 

I looked at my Mom and said that is exactly why I had such dreadful feelings all night last night. The report was exactly as ours. A man had come to the door claiming an emergency. Called  a pay phone and his friends showed to rob the house and work their plan.

 

I was so relieved we had recovered our phone and called the police.

I don't think the man at my door the night before felt as if he had control, so he never called for his friends that were waiting for his signal.  He gave up on us. Thank GOD!

 

Why do I share this story. TRUST your gut. At all cost. These people were targeting victims who had just lost a male loved one. They knew we might be alone. They knew we might have taken something to sleep better because of our grief, which gave them an advantage.

I share this to alert and educate you.

It was horrifying to live through, but the Spirit quickened me to be aware, and thank GOD I listened.

Perhaps it was my Mothers husband who alerted me to the impending doom awaiting us that night?

I'm just grateful I acted as I did.

 

 

The Trip into The Unknown

 

It was 1978 and I was fast asleep in bed. There was nothing unusual that had occurred the previous day before I went to bed this night. It was a day just like every other normal day. But this night as I slept I had an experience that I had never had before. It opened my eyes to the real reality of this strange and wonderful world we live in.

 

I was awoken somewhere around 3:00 a.m. in the morning. I heard that familiar voice call my name, the same voice I heard so many times before just like this. "Teri" it said. I sat up in bed and saw a huge white, yellow light hovering up in the north corner of my bed room. I noticed that my husband was sound asleep to my right. He didn't seem to ever hear the voice or see the light that I did. He was like in a freeze frame kind of sleep.

I stared at the light for just a second or two and then heard the voice again say to me, "come".

Before I knew it I was taken up out of my physical body, was I dying I thought? It was then I heard the voice say, "No, you are not dying",  and with that, I went into the light and right up through the corner of my bedroom and up through the roof and out into an awaiting clear glass like round sphere.

I was just immediately in it and moving very fast. Seriously fast, like Mach speed.

I remember standing at the helm of this round vessel but I was not alone. Front and center, just standing there. I was traveling thousands of miles per hour as I stood in the front of this sphere. I saw the stars shooting past me as silver balls of light that were going at an incredible rate of speed. I remember thinking to myself, why is my hair barely moving when were going so fast? I tried to understand what was happening to me.

My feet were firmly on the floor.

I thought I should be feeling immense g-force from this experience, and yet my hair was just lightly tossed by the slight air that was passing around me in this craft. I also felt like it was a tad bit cool. I then noticed I was standing there with no clothes on. This didn't even phase me at the time. I knew I wasn't alone on this vessel, the light that appeared to me and spoke in a male voice was just off to my left, but I was so amazed at what was happening, I didn't even acknowledge him.  but I also had no concern that I was naked. That was a surprising thought for me. It didn't even cause concern! It seemed as if somehow I was maneuvering this vessel along with the entity that was standing to my left. Possibly an Angel. I could feel him there but I could not see him as he was just behind a bit to much for me to see his face over my left shoulder. I could see an energy signature coming from  the light from his body however. A soft white light. It was just in my peripheral view slightly. I was not afraid at all. This all had me wondering so much. What was going on here?

 

I could now see the vessel approaching a small city like setting. It was lit up on the horizon as we were coming into it's view. It seemed like where we were headed was a small portion of a larger city beyond. Like a little section of a town.

The vessel came in for a landing like a soap bubble resting on some odd surface. There was no landing gear or anything like a landing at all. No sound, no bumpy landing. It just  slowed and settled down on the surface of the little city setting. It reminded me of a country strip shopping area from years and years ago, like the 1800's.  The shield like vessel I was in was then just simply gone. As if I had flown via thought to this place and there was no vessel at all.

I pondered that for a moment.

Then I was distracted by my feet.

I saw that I was standing on cobblestones. Very normal looking large cobblestones, and also in water. I was in front of a beautifully sculptured large three tiered fountain that was overflowing to the cobblestone street I was standing on in this little country setting.  But, I remember thinking why doesn't this water feel like regular water. I had no temperature change from the feeling of the flowing water all over my feet. That was weird. I was experiencing it and in total awe of what was happening.

 Then I noticed  again that I was naked as I was looking at the water and the cobblestones and me. After again thinking how unaffected I was by my nakedness. It was then I heard a voice to my left say to me, in a male voice, "Don't you of the earth when in doubt, reach down and touch this earth"? I contemplated what the voice had suggested, and I said in response, "yes, I guess we do"? So I reached down to touch the water and the cobblestones and to my utter amazement, the water wasn't wet! The cobblestones that were covered in sand, were not gritty! The sand fell through my fingers to the ground and the water trickled down through my fingers as I let the cobblestones fall back to the ground. How strange! I went to brush the sand and water off my hands to find that they were perfectly dry and void of wet sand?

I was in total amazement at this! It wasn't logical.

It made no sense at all to me. How could this be, I thought?

I had never seen water that wasn't wet!

I stood there holding my dry hands out in front of me absolutely fascinated at the experience and then I heard the voice to my left say:

 "Don't you of the earth when in doubt pinch yourself"?

Now that was a strange thought, but I said in response, Yes, we do, well, I have heard that we do that sometimes,  and so I pinched myself, hard, 

and believe me I felt it! 

I thought wow, this is so strange. I'm not in my body at this moment as my body is back in bed, somewhere on the earth in Florida and yet this spirit like naked body I'm in can feel a pinch. Very strange, I thought.

Very strange!

I was also cognoscente of the fact that this entity kept saying, "Don't you of the Earth"? 

Where am I?

It was then that I noticed I was not speaking with my voice. I was using a mental telepathy, as was the voice that was speaking to me. It was all thoughts flowing back and forth between us. But the odd thing was I wasn't looking at the entity that was speaking to me and he wasn't looking at me. Yet, I was fully aware and heard everything he said to me.

I realized I had a gift I didn't use on earth here. But it was normal here in this setting. You see the voice that was speaking to me was to my left but standing behind me, beyond my ability to see him. I say him as he had a male voice. Mine was obviously female, it was all so strange.

He then showed me things to personal to share here. I saw parts of my life and he showed me why I was taken there. It was totally amazing to say the least. I saw two Seraph's ( Huge Angels) that were beyond words to describe and they both had amazingly large wings. three sets of wings in all. I'll share that at another time as it was all to much to share here. They were beauty personified! Chiseled perfection, strong and awesome!

I was walked through the city and told many things. I was given a promise and made aware of the Divine being who had arranged my visit. I knew it was HIM, Yahweh.

Then as the time for the visit came to an end. I heard the voice of the entity that had escorted me to this city say again to me, "come", and we were immediately on our way back to my awaiting body. This time there was no bubble sphere that I could see but we must have been in it?  It was he and I and we were moving quickly through time and space again, just like before. I started to plead with the being to please NOT return me to my body. I begged and begged.

But he was dedicated to follow out my return. It was then I realized why he was with me at all. It was to assure my return. I was very angry and started fighting with him as we sped through the cosmos.

He was very strong and clearly in charge. But I was determined to never return to Earth again!  I literally remember going around and around and standing my ground as I demanded he NOT return me to that hideous carcass I had come to know as my body. 

Again I begged and pleaded, but to no avail. Finally I struck him with my elbow very hard  as we hovered over my lifeless body on the bed. I screamed to him as he guided me towards my flesh, He said "Teri, you must return" in a stern voice. 

I said I don't care, I hate it there and I'm not going back, I hate that body. 

PLEASE, please, don't make me go back again, please, but again he insisted and again I struggled against his prodding me closer.

I screamed out as a final straw, "I can't go back! I don't even know how to get back in that disgusting thing! He then said to me firmly, Teri, you'll go in the same way you came out! I screamed and said NO, I won't, I don't want to, I don't even know how I came out....

 Then he grabbed the back of my head very firmly and said to me,  

You're going back the same way you came out,

 THROUGH YOUR MOUTH!

And with that his strong, large hand firmly grasped the back of my head and I felt on the back of my head a pushing force towards my body, I was rolled upside down and found myself putting on my body like an old familiar glove. I entered through my open mouth on my human body! In my human body now, I started screaming as I felt my spirit arms go into the flesh arms and my spirit fingers fit into the flesh fingers and then my spirit face and so on. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, NO PLEASE NO,  the whole while I was being fitted back into myself! 

 It all felt so strange putting this flesh back on, but my husband laying next to me in bed didn't hear me screaming! I screamed so loud for the longest time....Nooooooooooooo!

Then quickly I was back into my skin. The fitting was complete.

I had put on my flesh body!

And I stopped screaming immediately once fully back inside, I knew now the fight was over, I was captured like a prisoner in the flesh. I grabbed the covers now laying over my legs and then I heard the voice of the entity say to me, "Teri, lay down now, and go back to sleep", and just like a child of five years old responding wholly to a loving Mommy or Daddy,  I said to him in a submissive sweet and loving manner, "O.K." and I pulled the covers up to my neck and rolled over and went fast to sleep.

 

When I awoke the next morning, I jumped out of bed as mad as a hornet that I was back in my body.  I had full recollection of what had taken place. I sat at the side of the bed and just wanted to cry. But for what I thought?  HE wanted me to come back here in this miserable body for some reason and I was powerless to hold my rebellion against HIS will.

Here I am, sharing this with you.

This is why I had to come back.

It's not all about me. It's all about you.

I can only share the wonderment of being awake. It's for you to see what is meant for you to take from the experience.

What I share is true and life changing.

We have not been told the whole truth by the church yet.

We were not told the whole truth at school or seminary.

We are spiritual beings on a human journey.

 Believe it! 

There is so much more to this life than what meets the eyes!

I will continue sharing my experiences and hope you wake up to the whole truth of this life!

We all wake up a little at a time as we ask, seek and knock on GODs Heart for answers.

 

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.

 

The Whistler

 

So, the year was 2012, and I was at home in my bedroom on my Laptop computer. Nothing odd about this day at all. No crazy feelings or strange noises. I was just sitting in bed and doing a bit of work on a very warm summer day.

I was very much engrossed in whatever it was I was writing until I heard someone whistling in my hallway. It was clearly a mans whistle. It was soft and low. Easy going if you will. Seemed kind? Someone was trying to get my attention! I stopped what I was doing immediately and called out to my husband thinking perhaps he had come home from work unannounced and was somewhere in the hall? But I found that odd because after being married to him for 23 years he has never whistled before! Not even once!

 

I waited a second or two for his response and then I got out of bed and headed down the hallway. There was no one there. There was no one in the house with me and the front door was locked. I checked the front again to see if I could see his Black Titan  truck parked out front. It was not there. I went to the back garage door and looked there. Still no sign of him.

I walked back to the bedroom and got back on the computer thinking O.K. I know I heard that whistle But I can't find anything to substantiate what I heard. All my windows were closed as the air-conditioner runs almost 24/7 here in Florida.

I knew the whistle came from the hall clearly. It wasn't from outside, it was very clear, but I was looking for logical explanation.

That wasn't to be found this day.

 

I was only on the computer ten minutes when again, I heard the same male whistler again. It was as if he was just whistling some sort of tune. Nothing I had ever heard before. It was slow and soft. It was kind of eerie. I didn't know anyone who whistled like that.

Not many people whistle anymore really.

At least none that I know. 

I got up again and stood in the long hallway. I did not hear it again. For some reason once I got up to investigate it, it just stopped.

O.K. I thought, who is this and why is this happening now?

 

I went back to my computer a second time. I sat there in my bedroom. I waited to hear it again. 20 minutes passed. Nothing.

So I went back to work and forgot about it. I knew what I heard but I didn't know what to attribute it to.

Then again after about an hour I heard it again. I stopped what I was doing this time, as I was rather angry about it now. It seems to be a game going on here, and I said out loud, "get out of my house NOW in the name of JESUS"! Either leave immediately or I will cast you into the Lake, and I know you don't want that.

Leave NOW!

I was so upset that this whistler was hovering around me, waiting for me to be engrossed in my work and then start to taunt me again.

I gave my energy back to the LORD and said, let's have that stop!

 

With that I went back to my computer. I have never again heard the whistler. It seemed to be a one time happening.

I never know why these types of incidences happen. Perhaps to keep me sharp? To keep me open and aware. So I never forget they are so close to our world these spirits we share this life with. I just know, I don't appreciate the interruptions and I don't tolerate them either.

If there is no reason for the interruptions I want nothing to do with them.

The only spirit I serve is the HOLY SPIRIT! I don't believe in playing games with lower spirits and I don't believe in communicating with the lessor realm. That is not my calling.

My calling is from above, and I am on a mission if you will, truly a mission from GOD himself. I'm not alone here. There are millions of us.

 

Only one life, twill soon be past, ONLY what's done for CHRIST will last. <3

Believe it!

The Miraculous Trip

 

It was 1968. My oldest sister was living in Gainesville Florida while managing a department store there.

I was there checking out the college and looking for work along with her. We were room mates for the time being. It was wonderful. She came home one evening to tell me she had been transferred to Tampa Florida and had already begun the transition to Tampa.

 

I decided to head back to St. Petersburg, looks like the sister time was going to end abruptly. The trip from Gainesville to St. Petersburg is about 170 miles. So, I mentally prepared myself for the move. 

My sister had already packed up her belongings and headed to Tampa the week before I left.

I stayed in the apartment for a week or so while she got things together in Tampa.

It was late the night I gathered my belongings, closed up the apartment and headed out to Interstate 75 heading South.

 

I had no money in my wallet and I glanced down at the gas tank and noticed I was on empty.

I thought to myself, this isn't good. I'm already 20 miles down the road and I just now check for gas? What am I doing?

I guess with all the things going on with moving and packing I forgot to check the most important thing, the gas tank!

So, I started to pray!

I wasn't "good " at praying. I didn't do it much in those days, but I thought I'd give it a try tonight. I was alone, I was afraid, and I needed help! There were not many cars on the highway. I felt so alone. I was fearful of running out of gas and being stuck alone on the side of the road in the dark. But I kept praying, "PLEASE, if you're up there GOD, PLEASE help me now".

 

I wondered with each exit I passed if this would be the one I should pull into and call for help? I kept thinking, But I've prayed, I've asked for help so maybe GOD will come through for me, maybe I should just have a little faith? Wouldn't pulling over mean giving up? I didn't know for sure how "HE" would take me serious if I stopped the car. I Just decided I  wouldn't doubt, so I kept on driving, it was a long, lonely drive.

Please GOD get me home!

I remember thinking I hope HE hears me. I hope HE knows how afraid I am! The miles kept passing, the exits were going by one by one and my trusty Dodge Dart just kept plugging along. It hadn't even sputtered or missed a beat.

The trip took so long though. I didn't remember it taking so long before coming into Gainesville. Why was going back  home taking so long?

I passed so many exit's. It seemed like forever!

The moon was full and it was just beautiful. It made such an impression on me that night. I kept looking up at it as I drove! It comforted me because it was so bright it was almost surreal. Like a big comforting spot light in the night sky.

I must admit though, I still did feel a bit nervous wondering

when I would finally get close to home. I felt as if the night were almost magical. I had cried on and off  wondering how my car was still flying down the road on empty! This was just miraculous! How could I have gotten this far? Why hadn't I run out of gas yet? It truly was a miracle.

I couldn't remember when the last time was I had put gas in that tank? I thought it had been awhile.

I tried to remember going over and over it again in my mind, as I kept on flying down the road but it seemed like it had been a week or so before I left Gainesville.

How was this possible?

 

It was now about twelve midnight.  I'd been on the road for over an hour. My gas tank still read "EMPTY".  I had never had a problem with my gas meter before. It wasn't a mistake. I was on empty! I was clearly in a conundrum here.  I kept staring at it thanking GOD for getting me this far! I started singing little songs to HIM and blessing HIM for keeping me safe. I laughed and felt really stupid. I kept talking to HIM as if HE were right there in the car with me.  Over an hour had past.

Finally I saw the sign to exit for Tampa ahead. I was so relieved! Finally a sign I actually recognized. I hadn't travelled the state that much. And hardly ever alone, so I really didn't know where I was. I only recognized the cities closer to my home. I felt a bit safer just seeing that Tampa sign. But I wasn't safe yet! Driving at night just made everything a bit more challenging as well.

I was so sick of all the advertisements I had seen all along the way thus far. Peanuts for sale, Gas stations and Motels, stop here, go there, all the beaches had advertised and Gator Land, and Coco Beach? It was so far away I thought, why advertise way over here?   Ron Jon surf shop, Geeze, they just never stopped. They were all just cluttering the highway back in those days, it was like a color assault! Signs were everywhere. I hadn't ever noticed that until this night!  And all the cob webs covering all the signs I could see from the lights surrounding them  made me extra fearful, had I gotten stranded, I wondered if the bugs would eat me alive before someone came for help!

 

I was now entering into the city of Tampa. All the bright lights made me feel safe somehow.

I found myself driving over the Gandy Bridge and then into my city! I could hardly believe my eyes! I was so close to my Mom's home.

I kept thinking, if worse came to worse I could almost walk home from here. I was so relieved.

(It would have been a really long walk).

I only had to stop at a few lights. I was getting closer, closer, Please GOD get me home I prayed!

Then that magical moment. I pulled into my Mom's driveway after being on the long road home and you cannot imagine what happened next. Before I had a chance to shut the engine off, the car simply sputtered several times and shut off itself!

I was out of GAS!

You ask me If I believe in GOD? My answer, Oh YES!

I believe in GOD and I also believe in Miracles!

This is one of them!

 

Joshua's Healing

 

It was 1975. I had just had my son Joshua. He was so fragile. I was told by the staff at the hospital that he had a membrane issue in his lungs and he needed to be in an incubator immediately. I was confused? He was named by GOD, literally, and now he was ill? I was really confused about the health issue he was experiencing. I trusted the doctors in the hospital. I agreed to let him stay in the incubator. I asked many times if I could hold him. The doctors said "Oh no, he has to be kept alone" in the incubator to heal.

I watched him lay there, all hooked up to monitors and lines going in him and lights burning his little tender skin. He lay naked in the incubator. It was really hard to watch. I continued to trust the doctors. On the 5th day I sat and watched him. He looked more and more frail and unhealthy. I asked to hold him, the doctors said  "Oh no" he is to sick. Then I was sent home from the hospital, My Insurance was not going to pay for my extended stay. Only Joshua's. I went home without my little bundle of joy! I asked if perhaps I could hold him before I left, The doctors said "NO". It was a very hard thing to do to leave him in this huge institution alone and in a small acrylic hot box. I went down to the car and looked back at this huge building. Sirens were blowing, lights flashing as the emergency entrance lit up with another sadness for another family. I drove away in tears.

I was home for two day's. I had visited the hospital every day as they would allow me. I came crying and left crying.

 

On the eight day I got a call from the hospital, saying Joshua was dying. He was not expected to make through the night. I panicked.

I ran to the hospital and said to the doctors, "Let me hold my baby"! they said ", no,once again". He was to ill. I said to them, well, If he's going to die anyway, what difference does it make if I hold him? The doctors were pretty adamant about me not having contact with him. I was very upset! The doctors left. I pleaded with serious tears to the charge nurse to let me hold him. I would say nothing to the doctors.

 PLEASE, He is mine! Let me hold my son or I will demand his release now!

She had tears in her own eye's. She wrapped him in a tiny blanket and handed this small frail baby to me. She said to me, "Just for a bit" O.K., I said YES! Then I held him while my tears just flowed. I held and kissed the little tender cheeks of my son. I told him how much I loved him. I asked him to hold on and be strong. I told him he was named by GOD and he should look for GOD'S help to recover. I held him up to the sky and said "LORD, if it is your will to take him home, I accept your will for us, BUT, if it is not your will, please, heal this child you gave to me! I kissed him and sang to him. I whispered how I loved him over and over in his ear.  The nurse came back in the room. She said I should put him back in the incubator. I did not want to let him go. But I reluctantly kept promise to her.

 

The next morning I was getting ready to go to the hospital. I had hardly slept. My heart was so heavy. I had HOPE however that GOD would hear my prayer. I knelt at the side of my bed and prayed with my husband that Joshua would recover.

Just as we were praying the phone rang. It was the hospital, It was the main doctor in charge. He said,

 "this is hard to say to you, I want you to know something happened here last night with your son".

His signs all took a turn for the better and through the night he has gotten better and better. Today he is like another boy, he is showing significant improvement. If this continues throughout the day, you may be able to take him home this afternoon.  He is showing all sings of a healthy newborn.

I was smiling from ear to ear. I knew GOD had heard that prayer and healed Joshua. Holding him made all the difference. I went straight away to the hospital. There were several doctors in the room with the incubator. Each one looking puzzled. But positive.

The main doctor came to me and said, I see no reason why you can't take him home now.

With that I unpacked his little white and blue knitted outfit I gotten him, gave it to the nurse. She dressed him and moved him to a little rolling acrylic bed, just like all the other babies in the ward had.

 

That evening, Joshua came home with me from the hospital.

I looked back again at that huge institution, I saw the emergency room lights as I did once before. I wondered why this odd circle of life and peril continued in the world. 

I saw the nurse that let me hold my son. We briefly made eye contact. She looked away, but had a smile on her face as she nodded and walked on.

I kissed my boy and got in the car. We drove home singing to Joshua and kissing him all over his tiny face.  

The LORD gives and takes away.

Today HE gave.