The Glowing Ball of Light

The Orb in the Cloud

It has been a wonderfully strange weekend—one filled with unexpected visits, emotional clarity, and moments that felt guided by something greater than myself. The kind of weekend that feels both earthly and otherworldly all at once.

The surprise visit from my granddaughter came just when it was needed most—for her, and perhaps for me, too. She had arrived with a quiet heaviness about her, carrying the weight of some painful experiences that she hadn’t fully unpacked until now. Over long conversations, we began to untangle the threads of those events—some traumatic, some just part of the heartbreak of growing up. It was raw, but it was healing. We both needed this.

As the day stretched on, we both felt the need to shift the energy. We wanted to laugh, to feel light again, to breathe in the sky and soak in the sun. So, we did what we often do in moments like this—we got in the pool.

Floating under the open sky brought with it a sense of calm, of joy even. The kind that only comes when you're surrounded by water and love and the quiet companionship of someone who understands you. Dusk was beginning to draw a soft curtain of lavender and gold across the horizon. A small storm cloud was brewing to the north, but it felt distant, more theatrical than threatening.

As we drifted lazily, I found myself watching the northern sky, speaking absentmindedly as my eyes traced the edges of the storm. And then—it happened.

Out of nowhere, a perfectly round, glowing white orb appeared. It emerged from the center of the dark cloud I’d been watching, stark and luminous against the moody sky. It wasn't the Moon. It wasn’t a planet or a reflection. It was something else entirely—something not of this world.

It took my breath away.

It was large, impossibly round, and glowing with an unnatural brilliance—beautiful and eerie all at once. I sat up on my float, stunned. It seemed at once far away and intimately close. As awe overtook me, I pointed and called out to my granddaughter: “Hey, look at that big bright circle over there!”

She turned to see it, but just as her gaze shifted toward the cloud—it vanished. Instantly. As if it had never been there at all.

I was left blinking at the empty sky, caught between amazement and frustration. She hadn’t seen it. That moment, meant for sharing, was mine alone. But maybe… that was the point.

I knew, without question, that I had just glimpsed something from another dimension. It wasn’t a hallucination or a trick of light—it was deliberate. It wanted to be seen. Not by both of us—just by me.

I believe now that the orb was a message. A spiritual nudge. A reminder.

So much truth had been stirred up that day—old wounds exposed, old fears spoken aloud—and in return, something beyond our understanding offered a sign. Maybe it was an assurance. Maybe it was a way of saying, You, are not alone in this.

Experiences like this don’t come with easy explanations. They come with wonder and with questions. They ask us to sit in uncertainty, to stay open to meaning that unfolds slowly.

Tonight, I’ll sleep with my heart open and my spirit listening. Maybe it will return in a dream. Maybe it won’t. But I trust that clarity will come. It always does.

After all, there is always a reason for the strange. We just have to be willing to look deeper.

The Picture

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

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

I was actually that happy for her.
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

The 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 Human Arrival

So, know matter how I try to forget or deny these remembrance experiences, they are still so strong and ingrained within me, they are clear and fervent in my life. They are so clear from my beginning here as a child and I share them with you to remind you also of your beginning. Try to remember.....

Perhaps you can.

We are all walking each other HOME, but we need to remember, this is NOT our Home here on Earth, if you are called by GOD!

 

I was an infant when I had my second recollection of being here. I was in a buggy being pushed down the street by my mother. I was aware there were sounds of cars and older children, it was like seeing it as an adult. I saw the trees and the houses. But my focus was mainly on the buggy I was in. I to this day remember the odd smell of it. The plastic and the blankets, the spilled milk, the dark material all over it, covering it. The smell of the cigarettes, and the bed head odors from others.  I was inquisitive and drinking it all in. It was uncomfortable. I remember not liking it all. 

Then my focus was broken by a woman who bent down to attend me somehow. She was young with beautiful green eyes. Auburn brown hair and bad teeth. I noticed the teeth on everyone I saw. I was aware I had none!  They were frightening. I distinctively remember her bad breath. Or older faces with horrifying make up on them. It was frightening. It was so unnatural.  There was no where for me to go to be away from cigarettes and sights and sounds. The cigarettes odor filled the entire buggy! It made me very uncomfortable, I would kick and squirm trying to get away from it but I had no power to change what I was experiencing. My mind was keen but my body was not yet in charge of my movements. The lady smiled and handled me to move me and cover me. I drank it all in. I understood explicitly what was happening but I could not communicate it to her. I so wanted to make changes in my condition. I clearly remember the warmth in my diapers. I knew what caused it but this is how it was here.  Odors were of special interest to me. I had issues with these odors. I would grow to smell everything before I ate it and I was always looking for what I previously knew but it wasn't here, anywhere.

I also made sure as I grew up I would look for ways to get away from uncomfortable odors, and faces.

 

Why was I here, I remember thinking. Then I would hear the voice. HE would assure me, I accepted HIS assurance whole heartedly and went on. But why? Where is here? It was cool and beautiful as well as frightening all in the same thought. Everything was so different! The voice did not always answer all my questions. And there were many. It's as if I were here to experience the journey and then make decisions on my own about how I would interact with them. I remember not wanting to do this really.

I later came to find that this woman who attended me was my Mother. She smoked almost constantly and this is why her breath was so horrible on top of the fact her teeth were so rotten.

I saw the source of odors. I still do to this day. My sense of smell

has always been above normal.

I knew this somehow. I didn't like it then and I still do not!

 

I had advanced thoughts and reason but was just a small frail child, unable to communicate my thinking. It was frustrating and made me uncomfortable constantly to be out of control of my circumstances.

I remembered that I knew it would be this way, but could not remember why I knew that!

For the rest of my life/experience I was learning the ways of the people I was associated with.

It all seemed so odd. Things didn't seem to go as I knew they should. I felt very different, yet more and more I was fitting in.

When I felt I was fitting in I would slip past many months until the awareness would come back to me that I didn't want to be here, I had made a commitment though and I knew it somehow. What was really happening here? I would go in and out of understanding as I grew older.

I remember my Father figure and he was often unconcerned with me. He also was a smoker, the smell was on him. Seemed busy but would take a few moments to acknowledge me from time to time. I have no endearing thoughts from childhood of him. But I knew he was there. There was also another "child", an older one. She was delightful and kind. I would watch her interact and I would copy or follow her ways and align with her as  if she were a teacher. She was my older sister.

Years went by and there was a boy, a brother, he was very special.

I could now communicate with them all well and had opinions about what I was seeing. I voiced them all as best I could.

I remember wanting to experience everything, as if I knew there was a specific reason to be here. But, what was everything?

I clearly remember standing at the front glass, screen door window with my little brother, I was about three years old and he was two now. I said to him as we both gazed out the front door glass window, lower level, "Oh look at that beautiful little girl coming towards us", his reply shocked me, he said, "she's not pretty", I argued, "her long hair is so pretty", he retorted, "I don't like it". It was right then and there I knew for certain we did not all think alike or see things the same. I wonder to this day if we were communicating via telepathy or actually speaking to one another out loud? My sister and I agreed on many things but there was a difference between us all. I knew my brother was a male some how, He was not the same as the sister and I. Now however, I was certain, our thinking was separate and individual. This was a mile stone in my life. I remember it like it was last night. Men and woman did not see things in the same way.

I began testing my little brother. I would ask him to bite his finger nails because they tasted so good, and he would not accommodate me. He said that was silly, but I found an enjoyment biting mine and I liked the smell of my fingers. Then I would question him in other ways as if I were trying to assess the different thinking to make sense to me.

I also clearly remember after having had to listen to loud traumatic fights between my parents and dealing with odd feelings and emotions, experiencing more siblings and having tasted Ice cream and different foods and many other remembered experiences, even playing with the sweet puppy and seeing all the differences between human and animals, the colors of the sky and the world around me. 

So, I called upon the voice I would speak with from time to time, and asked HIM to let me come home now as I was ready to leave.

 I remember clearly telling the voice, "I have experienced everything here now, and I understand why I came. So, "NOW" I am ready to leave". I was very firm in my telling HIM how I felt. I believed I had an option at the time to request to come Home! I will never forget how "The Voice" spoke to me in a warm, loving, supportive way that day as HE answered me. Oh how I yearned to hear HIM speak to me! But, HIS reply was "there was much to learn yet". I replied to HIM, what more could there possibly be? I have seen the trees and the people and the communities the animals and the ways of this world. HE loving asked me to continue. I never did disagree with HIM. To this day, I still follow HIS lead. I didn't want to stay. I wanted to go home with HIM then, but this was not a current option. I was only around five years old when I asked HIM if I could come home.

I laugh now as I understand HIS answer to me, I am in my 60's.

I thought at five I had experienced enough here!

There is a reason why we must all come to understand, it isn't about just this life. There is so much more to know, but we can hardly handle what we have all already been given here! So the journey goes on, so we can come to know and understand HIS will for us here.

 

I know this all sounds strange to the reader at first, but I'm certain I am not the only one with these profound memories from the early arrival days. I have come to know that we all go through the transitions here in the land of the living exactly the same way as I did. Some of us remember it well and others of us never remember the process of arriving at all while adjusting to the new situation we find ourselves in, called LIFE. We all have different situations. Some of us hear the voice of GOD early on as HE leads us through the journey, others of us do not and perhaps will not. I have always wondered if it is because early on in the initial experience they felt as I did and wanted to leave, maybe even sooner, but HE kept us here for experience and training. Some may have gotten angry and aggressive towards HIM? They lost their way from a young experience of anger.

I have always known I was to help, teach and support while here.

I have come across some who are also awake and aware.

But they are few. It's a big picture to see, Life as we know it.

I have also always known we are spiritual beings transitioning into the world of the flesh and human experience.

This is the Land of the Living.

I even remember my first horrifying experience. I was trying to hold my head up as a newborn. I remember the pain involved, I focused on one issue in the transition process at a time. Holding my head up took constant work as there were no muscles tight enough to remain in control. My head would fall to right and left and back and forward as I would concentrate on the muscle group in my neck to take control.  I remember the workout process and was unhappy with it. I also knew instinctively I had to follow through. I would go through times where I would loose remembrance, and find myself slipping into routine with my siblings and parents

They never seemed to see what I was experiencing. They were unaware of who they were. I felt unheard and misunderstood.

So I would face challenge after challenge and try to commune with the voice I was always aware of throughout the entire process of ageing.

We are never alone here and we are all here together, until our time has been fulfilled. I pray you can relate and understand. This is my journey remembered.

 Feel free to share your journey with me.

We truly are all walking each other HOME!

 

 

A Young Perspective

I lived in St. Petersburg Florida as a young girl going to school.  

I was attending Azalea Elementary at the time I experienced this very strange happening.

 

I remember many odd things happening to me at a very young age. Most were extremely bizarre as I look back at them now. At the time, I didn't know what bizarre meant. I also didn't know that it was happening to me and not everyone else! I thought everyone had these "incidences" happening to them. So I believed it was normal. It was certainly normal to me! I found it strange that no one ever mentioned anything to me about them  having odd experiences however. I always waited for someone to say something first. I thought, sooner or later someone will share something with me, then I will share what happened to me. That day wouldn't come for many years.

 

So, I was in the 5th grade and walking home from school one day, I lived farther than most of the other children from school so I was alone, as usual, for about nine or so blocks on my trek home everyday. 

While heading home alone on this day,

I heard a mans voice call my name?

I clearly heard it, right in my left ear, "Teri". It seemed as if he were right behind me, and extremely close. His voice seemed real friendly, definitely a mans voice, and he seemed older, like maybe he was someone who knew me,

so I wasn't alarmed at all.

I stopped walking, and looked around. I didn't see anybody behind me. I fully expected to see a man standing there, someone I knew because the voice seemed friendly, but there was no one in sight.

I wondered why I had heard my name called? It didn't make any sense. I walked toward home many times after school alone and never heard anyone call my name before. "Nobody around here even knows me", I thought to myself. Oh well, I thought, It didn't seem to alarm me at all. There was no friendly man anywhere so I just kept on walking,

I didn't get much further down the sidewalk and I hear the voice call to me again. Same voice, "Teri" clearly in my left ear! But again I saw no one! And again, I wasn't really startled, I don't know why I wasn't afraid. It somehow seemed like a friendly voice.

When I stopped again this time, I was next to a big green bush I passed everyday walking home. I remember this so clearly and completely, as I always stopped here to smell the leaves on this particular bush.  (I would crack the leaves in half and smell the wonderful fresh fragrance of the plant. I just loved the fresh, clean scent. I would always grab a few to crack and smell as I walked home. I don't know why I did this, I just always did).

As I stood there smelling the leave I had just cracked open, I kept looking around. Where was that mans voice coming from? I looked in the yard beyond the green bush, no one was there. I looked across the street, no one was there either. No one behind me, but the voice sounded as if it were in my ear. So close. Just then a car drove by and I remember thinking, everything is OK, there is no one here, so I kept walking again. This time though I remember thinking "where is this voice coming from"?

Then I heard the voice again, It clearly said, "Teri" a third time!  It then continued, "are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl"? Well that was a silly question I thought to myself and

I said right out loud as I continued walking down the sidewalk, "Oh, I'm going to be a good girl", (very matter of fact, I said this as if it were an actual well known fact)! and I kept on walking towards home. I didn't even stop to answer. I just kept on walking.

I have literally wondered about this incident all my life!

WHY would a voice I could not see poise this question to me on my walk home from school in broad daylight?

While I was just a child?

I had answered as if I were talking to the "Man or Person" asking me this question, but I was very sure there was no one there. I know I never saw anyone! I had simply heard a voice.

I never told my Mom about this, and I'm not sure why.

It was just another strange incident in my life that never really made any sense to me. I often kept these odd happenings to myself. I will never understand why I didn't confide in my Mom. That has never made any sense to me. It's as if these odd things would happen and I would simply ignore them.

They became so common place.

  

 Maybe you have had this sort of odd thing happen to you?

I guess I could say I've always known I would be "Good".

It was in my heart to be good from an early age, I don't understand why I knew this, but I did. I remember other strange affirmations of this, and on this day in my life I spoke that into the universe very matter of fact! 

Life is clearly not as it appears to be. Seems we have choices to make in this life that we are aware of at a very young age. There are many things that happen to us along our path from birth to death that we may never truly understand. This was one of them for me.

A New Eureka for today

So, I was sound asleep last night October 13th, 2015 having a strange dream and I woke up for just a brief moment to hear the LORD speaking to me.

This has happened many times over my life so I don't freak out when this happens anymore. I have come to expect it and am always extremely grateful for the exchange and vocal visitation.

 

I had been having a very troubling dream which isn't odd for me at all but this dream was as if I were partially awake.

Dreams can feel very real. But they are still just dreams. Many people confuse dreams for reality especially upon waking.

Dreams never usually mean what they seem to, but the dream specifically belongs to the dreamer for sure, and each dream must be examined upon waking for it's true meaning.

Had I not known for sure I was dreaming and then woke up I would have been a bit confused myself. I hate it when that happens.

You have to know the difference, it's very important, otherwise we would all live in dreamland.

My dream was that I had been frightened by someone approaching me in the dream and appearing as someone he was not. He spoke to me and even got into my bed pretending he was someone I knew and loved. Then in my dream I realized this in fact was not my good friend at all. Startled and concerned, I woke up.

I sat straight up in bed now I was sure I was fully awake.

This person in my dream was Just  someone appearing to be my friend. He was not there to be friendly towards me.

Now sitting up and rubbing my eyes, I heard the LORD say to me,

"Do you see how they shape shift", 

"Was this your friend"?,  I answered the LORD out loud as I sat on my bed and said, "No", it wasn't"!

He said then to me, "This is Truth".

 

It was as if HE answered me in a parable,

that just vibrated through me and illuminated my understanding as I thought through the dream, when HE spoke to me.

I had an epiphany! I realized I had clarity on this from the LORD.

I realize this is my answer. (I pray you can find yours!)

 

I understood the LORD to have told me that the spirits who come to us are  actually demons that can shape shift. right before our eyes. 

They are NOT spirits of our loved ones if they materialize!

When we think we are seeing spirits of someone we knew in this life, or we  currently know, and they are not physically actually here with us, we are clearly being tricked by demons and their well planned schemes. They are very clever at this deception. They lead us willing down a destructive road. We follow because we are so curious. Deeper and deeper into a false reality.

 

I sat there on the bed for a moment and pondered what I had just heard.

I have always believed that everything created was created by GOD.

I also believe that there are Angels, Demons, Aliens,  other species. and Humans, In that order, that were created as well.

The LORD had just pointed out clearly to me that ghosts, spirits and ethereal sightings are actually demonic in nature. They trick us. They shape shift. They deceive us. This may seem hard to believe. But I know this is TRUTH.

So what are DEMONS?

 

Truthfully, they are nothing more than fallen angels. Who have been sent here to destroy, lie and deceive. They live in the heaven we see with our eyes. The first heaven if you will. The sky as we see and know it. They have been assigned this destiny for a season.

How can this be possible? The Bible gives the account that Satan, the ruler of the fallen angels and the father of lies, was cast down to  earth from heaven, with a third of angels assigned to his care who also "fell" along with him from where the LORD of Glory abides. His name once he fell at that point was changed from Lucifer (A covering Arch angel) to satan or the devil.

His cohort who fell with him became demons.

He was cast here to serve an allotted time and seasons on the earth.

Which the time allotted is not certain and no man knows.

He is called the prince small "P" and power small "P" of the air. He has dominion over the first heaven. That is the sky we see with the naked eye.

The second heaven is the cosmos, the third is where GOD dwells as I mentioned earlier.

He and his entourage are free to roam about looking for those to devour. Not physically, but spiritually with lies and tricks and schemes.

 

So why has this epiphany come now regarding that satan himself is behind all the deception, not ghosts or spirits?  Well, I firmly believe that as I seek and ask GOD to reveal truth to me,

HE will. And HE has.

 

So why is this significant? Because many people are  being tricked and even tortured by seeing spirits, ghosts and the like thinking them to be who they claim or appear to be. They are not who they say they are. They are deceiving people. They have only your soul in mind to destroy from receiving the Truth. The allotted time makes them crafty and cruel. You think you see a loved one, it's clearly not a loved one.

It is their image, it is even their voice, but it is not them.

Each of us needs to look into this truth for ourselves. It will come to you as a revelation from the LORD. Or not.

 

But if you Ask, Seek and Knock for truth, GOD will answer you.

As HE has me. But don't believe me, find out for yourself.

I know there are psychics and teachers who will strongly disagree with me. That's OK.

Truth is always stranger than fiction!

 

 

 

 



The Test

So, it was 1978, I was a busy Mom raising two amazing young boy's. I couldn't have loved these boy's more. They were so precious. So well behaved. Such a joy to watch over. I often said I was the most blessed woman alive to be the mother of these boy's. Not only were they wonderful but they were both so handsome. Just adorable. The oldest was 5 at this time and the youngest was 3. They were to put it very simply

"My life".

I'm sure all mothers feel this way about their children. I was just very verbal about my love for them.

 

One very cold night in December in St. Petersburg, FL I had put the furnace up pretty high to keep the rooms warm but the boy's room was always oddly cold. 

After tucking them in this particular night, I decided it was to cool in the room for them and gathered up their little blankets and pillows and moved them into our bedroom and made a soft

bed for them next to my side of the bed for the night.

It was much warmer in our room and I knew if I had left them in their room, they would have kicked off their covers through the night and been very cold.

We all fell asleep shortly after I made the "move" and we were all snug like bugs in a rug.

 

It was around 3:00 a.m. in the morning when I heard someone call my name "loudly", "Teri".

I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes as I tried to see who it was.

Who could that be I thought to myself?

I didn't see anyone. I thought maybe I dreamt that?

Then I laid back down because I was so tired I didn't fully wake up.

My name was called a second time. "Teri"

Again, I sat straight up.

This time I was wide awake!

I was sure I wasn't dreaming this time.

I heard that! For the second time!

It wasn't my husband calling me as he was sound asleep still. There was a small dim night light on in the room and I looked over the side of my bed and there were my two son's sleeping like angels.

So, who called my name?

I sat there a moment longer and I heard a very clear, firm male voice say to me, very matter of fact "are you ready"?

 

I instantly somehow knew what this meant.

I also know knew who was speaking to me!

I was being asked if I was ready to leave this life!

To come away.

To leave everything I had come to love, My husband and children and our safe little home. My family and friends and the wonder of this earth. I seemed to sense this was "that time" I've heard of, when we die and leave this planet.

I was more than wide awake now,  I was so taken by surprise!

I hadn't thought it would come to me so soon, and I wasn't even sick!

 

I looked back down at my two amazing babies sleeping so peacefully. This was a true heartache, I didn't want to leave them. Their beautiful faces are etched in my mind just as they were at that moment that night. It was as if time stood still for a me. I remember every minute detail of their soft innocent little faces. I drank in their angelic little forms knowing this was my final goodbye for this life.

I had made my decision. I would go with GOD towards home on the other side of the veil as "HE" beckoned me to.

I glanced over at my husband and then I looked up and saw a white illumination in the room with me. It was so comforting.

The voice seemed to allow me to take in all my thoughts without prodding me to hurry.

Then I slowly brought my knees up to my chest as I sat in bed and held them tightly to me. I whispered to the light,

"is this going to hurt"?

Then without waiting for an answer, I closed my eyes tightly and said, "Yes, I'm ready, please make this fast"!

 

I sat there on the bed for a whole minute in this position. My eyes still closed tightly. I was just waiting for the end to come!

It was then I heard the voice speak again to me and say,

"Teri, lie down, go back to sleep".

And like a little trusting child responding to her daddy, I said out loud,

"O.K.", and I laid back down and immediately fell fast asleep.

 

I woke up the next morning and sat straight up in the bed.

I had full remembrance of what happened through the night!

The children were already up. I sat there going over what happened through the night. I was completely stumped!

What was that all about? What happened? Why had the LORD come to take me, but then didn't?

What did I do wrong?

 

My mind was full of questions. Then as if answering me, I was reminded of a verse in the Bible where  Abraham went to sacrifice his son Isaac, and the LORD prevented it. It was much the same thing, I understood, except I was the one leaving in this case.

 

I have spoken to the LORD many times of this incident and am resolved to simply trust HIM in what HE does in my life.

Some people would attribute this incident to a paranormal happening. But I give the glory to GOD.

HE never ceases to amaze me.

This is a strange world we are in which HE made, and many things happen that we may never understand until we get fully on the other side of the veil.

I choose to simply trust HIM!

Connecting After Death

 

It was 2001, I was at home in my living room and reading the local news paper. The St. Petersburg Times.

I was just paging quickly through and then something strange happened.

Some unseen hands held my face and turned my head to the right. I felt the hands holding my head and I didn't resist them. It was so odd feeling it made me focus on what was transpiring. These gentle hands moved my head into a position and then stopped. I was unable to change the position. But I really didn't want to. I was wondering what was happening. I wasn't afraid, but it was certainly odd. This had never happened before to me.

Then as if to reach inside my head, the hands took hold of my eyes and caused me to move them to the center of the page and then to the inside column. It was completely bizarre.

I had been manipulated to look at a vey specific point on the page I was now looking at.

I started to focus on the notice I found myself reading that I had been directed to, and to my surprise and utter amazement, I began to absorb what it was I was reading.

These hands that held my head and directed me to this particular point on the page had led me to an obituary. It was more than surreal. It was miraculous!

I gasped as I read the name of one of my dearest and oldest friends who  had just passed away. I read that she had been killed on 49th Street not far from where I lived. I read that she was the victim of a careless driver that was on her laptop in her car while driving. The woman who killed my friend was a real estate person speeding through a red light while on her computer and T-boned my friends van, causing it to roll several times and in the process my friend broke her neck.

My friend was on her way back home from picking up food from a "Hope Kitchen" to serve unfortunate families with children and also bring them gifts.

 She had just picked up the food for the children and was on her way back home to get things ready.

 

I was shocked. I was in disbelief, and then I heard her voice speak to me as if she were standing right there in the room. I heard her say in the most reassuring tone, "It's O.K. Teri, don't worry for me. I'm fine, I'm happy, I'm home".

She said it so softly and I could feel her right there with me.

The bond of deep friendship we had in this life has carried over to the next.

 

My friend and I went to the same church 25 years earlier and were close and special friends. She was different. We had a certain connection. We were like family instantly when we met and respected one another deeply.

 

I was at her house one year in the 90's during a horrible storm to check on her while she was pregnant and alone. I was getting ready to leave after a day of visiting and something told me to stay a bit longer, so I did. She began to go into labor right after I had decided to stay. I will never forget it. She was so grateful I stayed.

 It was I who delivered her baby that night. Just she and I in the house. The storm that came that night was so strong it prevented the mid wife getting to her from over the bridge in Tampa. I had been sent there that day to visit and to be with her to help her deliver her daughter that night.

I had never delivered a baby before. But it all came to me as I assisted her and it was all so natural.

 

 I believe she wanted me to know she had passed on.

It occurred to me that I was led to sit down and read the paper that day. I never really read the newspaper much back then. I was always a "Live News at 6:00 pm", with dinner kind of girl so I didn't bother reading the paper that much.

 

This was special and she wanted me to know she was now gone.

 

I called her husband and confirmed all I had read. I shared with him how this all happened and what I had heard. He said she had been saying she wanted to get in touch with me just a week before the accident.

She kept that promise.

I believe the true friends we make here will be our friends throughout eternity.

See you again sweet Jay!

The Answer

 

It was 2009. A warm summer night. It was 3:00 a.m. in the morning and I was awoken from my sleep and felt very troubled.

 

I started praying and I really poured my heart out to GOD. It was no simple prayer. I prayed and prayed in the Spirit. I wrestled with a question and I needed answers for.

I must have been praying for 30 minutes just asking for HIS guidance and council on a few very specific topics. I was so restless.  I cried and tossed and turned trying to be quite as my husband was sleeping next to me. Just after that 30 minutes, I had a great comforting peace come over me and I fell fast asleep again.

 

At exactly 5:00 a.m. I woke up again. I looked at the clock and was really puzzled. I thought to myself, O.K. this is really bizarre. I don't usually just wake up without some reason. I hadn't heard anything. But I just woke up! I had a strong urge to turn the computer on. Again, that's not something I ever do either throughout the night. I didn't want to wake my husband up, so I very carefully lifted the covers off me and headed out to the computer in our living room on the desk.

 

I turned on my e-mail and noticed one single e-mail that had come in since I'd gone to bed that night. It was from a friend I hadn't heard from in years! I was so surprised to see her name in my inbox. I then noticed that her e-mail came in to my in box at exactly 3:00 a.m. "O.K. that was weird"! I don't believe in coincidences. But I really didn't think that much of it until I opened the e-mail.

 

This friend, who I hadn't seen or spoken to in years, was moved to send me this little message in the middle of the night. Not just any message, but a message that was an answer to the very prayer I had gotten up and prayed so desperately about to GOD at exactly 3:00 a.m. that very morning! NOT a coincidence at all!

What are the chances of that?

I Love when that happens!

Just as I am in great need, praying and wrestling with my thoughts, and at the exact same moment, GOD wakes someone else up unbeknown  to me and sends me the exact answer to what I needed to hear!

WOW!

I sat at the computer in my living room and cried for a half hour.

I was so elated that the LORD answered my prayer. And just the fact that HE heard me again was overwhelming to me!

 

Never underestimate what GOD can do.

That was a miracle to me. I needed that answer and reassurance.

Every time I think of this happening, it leaves me amazed.

GOD is so Good! And YES, HE hears and answers our prayers!

 

 

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!



Named By GOD

So, It was early 1975 and  I had just laid down to go to bed. I was 5 months pregnant at that time and very worn out from a full day of running after my two year old son Jason. I went to bed that night and fell into a very deep sleep. Some time in the middle of the night I heard a male voice call my name. I woke up immediately and saw standing in front of me a bright light that encircled an Angel and I heard the voice from the light say to me, "you will have a son, name him Joshua". I was amazed at what I beheld. That was all he said to me.  I didn't bother talking back to the angel in the light. I stared at him and somehow knew I was not to respond.  The voice was sure and steady, strong and kind. It wasn't asking me for my input. The decree spoken to me was not up for discussion. The voice was convincing. It was beyond wonderful seeing this amazing sight before me. I was thinking to myself, "O.K. he will be named Joshua". And that was the end of the conversation.

With that the Angel simply disappeared right before my eyes.

I felt wonderfully comforted, loved and safe.

I laid back down and somehow fell fast asleep again.

 

I woke up the next day and proclaimed to my husband, we're having a boy, his name will be Joshua! My husband gave me a strange look and said, really. I wanted to call him Benjamin and I said well, he already has a name, his name is Joshua. My husband just shook his head and said "why can't we name Allen after my middle name and I said alright, he will be Joshua Allen". 

You see, my husband wasn't going to argue much with me as this was the second time this voice and shimmering Angel had come to me this way. 

Just two years earlier at exactly the same time in my first pregnancy, the same Angel with the same voice made this proclamation to me.

The only difference was that the first time the Angel spoke to me, he said to me "you will have a son, name him Jason" Which is exactly what I did after arm wrestling my husband about naming him Jason. It was hard to convince my husband to do this, but ultimately Jason was accepted.

 

Funny thing is after the fact and many years later actually, it occurred to me that I never had to choose the names for my son's. The names were predestined and chosen for me and them. 

 

In the 70's there were no sonograms that I knew of. You got pregnant and you waited nine months to find out what you were going to have. There was no way to know the sex of your baby. All women were encouraged to be "knocked out" for the arrival or have a C-section for delivery ease and planning.  The moment the Angels decree was spoken to me I had decided I would have a natural child birth so I could watch this miracle child be born. I wanted to be the first to see if the Angel spoke the truth or not. So I travelled to hospitals that would allow this type of delivery. I had told the Doctors with each child I was having a son and his name Jason or his name was Joshua. I really spooked the Doctors with my story, but after all. It was true.

 

The picture above is Joshua. Today is his Birthday. He was born just as the Angel said he would be, as was his brother Jason. You know, we never know what GOD will do. But this is for sure. I love my son's with all my heart and I am so grateful for their

preordained names and announcements to this day.

They are my gift from GOD!

 

~Happy Birthday Joshua~