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.

 

 

A Sunday to Remember!

So, this Sunday was like none other.
It was 1978.
 

Unknown to me, Divine intervention was on the menu today.
 

I woke up and got my day going as I always had.
I was so excited thinking about this up coming week as I would finally head out tomorrow for my very first interview into the Dental field. I was to see a local DDS about an amazing new career I had applied for. I knew my life was about to change forever once I enter the working world and started this new job....I had to pass the interview though first.

 

So today,  I would spend my Sunday watching the children playing in the front yard. I would focus on family. Just enjoying my two boy's. The joy of life. Running here and running there. I was watching them yelling and laughing with one another without a care in the world. They were so adorable. Brothers loving each other and having a wonderful time. I sat watching them thinking with my new job coming up days like this may be few and far between, I knew I needed to take in the joys of Motherhood today with no other concerns on my mind. It will be hard to be away from the children but I need to help with mounting bills and accept the responsibilities of becoming a working parent.
I had sat watching them for a very long time.
 

So, I got up to pour myself another cup of coffee in the kitchen so I could sit a bit longer. Just then, I heard a loud sound outside and I turned back for a second to see a huge orange church bus go past the living room window. As it did I noticed the name on the bus in that instant, I got my coffee and came back to my chair in the living room to watch the boys outside and enjoy them for just a bit more before I started my Sunday chores.

 

I didn't see them in the front yard anymore. I thought to myself, they must have gone to the back yard. So I got up and went to the kitchen window and I looked outback. It was so quite.
Where were the those children?

I went back to the front window and looked out again.

That's strange, I thought, where the heck did they run off to so quickly, I was away from the window for two minutes literally.
I felt the boys were too young to leave the front yard without me and they knew to stay where I could see them at all times.
But where were they?

I threw my slippers on and went out front. I yelled to the boys, but they were no where in sight. My heart started pounding! GOD where are the children I thought? I walked around the house, I yelled for them again. Nothing!

Then as I stood there in the back yard fear gripped my heart!

Had they been taken on that bus? No way, how could something like that happen? No! That's crazy thinking. My boys would never get on a strange bus! I kept shouting for the boys. I walked to the end of the street, I didn't see them anywhere. I called for them over and over. I was really getting fearful and somewhat angry! With each shout, my mind ran faster and faster. My heart started pounding with fear! Would my boys have gotten on that bus? What bus driver would take two small boys without their parents consent?
Where the heck are they? GOD help me!

Why would a church bus take my boy's without a signed permission slip, this kept running through my mind? What kind of bus driver would let strange children get on his bus? What was the name on that bus again I thought to myself?

With that I ran into the house and grabbed my car keys, and off I went! I was so mad thinking how could someone pick up children they don't even know? Why would they do something like that?      I drove so fast I was shocked I wasn't pulled over by the police! I had tears in my eyes hoping I was going to the right place?

I was at the church in five minutes. I parked the car out front and ran up the stairs of the huge church and into the main hallway!

With that I yelled very loud in the hall, Jason & Joshua are you here?

I yelled again loudly as I headed for the first closed door. My anger was off the charts? I was so afraid something had happened to them! Please GOD let them be here!

A sweet beautiful blonde haired woman came out into the hall just then and said, May I help you? What's going on?

I said I think someone driving one of your buses took my children! My two young boys! Are they here?

She asked me how old they were, what they were wearing, and what area of town I lived in.

I told her they were 5 and 3 years old and we lived in the central city.

She smiled and said, "Oh yes, No problem, My name is Joann, I remember them, I drive that bus".  I did pick up 2 small boy's who were standing at the bus stop. They're so adorable, What are their names she said ,while she was still smiling at me?
 

What! What! I was so mad, I said to her, "How could you"?

What kind of an idiot are you? I was furious with this smiling woman, I yelled at her again and said, "why would you pick up two small boys you don't even know, that don't belong to your church, and ride them away from their home"? How could you do such a thing with such young boys? I told her, I was worried out of my mind! What's wrong with you lady? What kind of a church are you running here? I only left the window for two minutes to get coffee and they were gone! You should be ashamed of yourself! I was sick with worry! We have our own church! They weren't standing at your bus stop, they were just out of their front yard!

Thank GOD I saw your bus and knew where they may have been taken!

"Get my children for me NOW", I demanded in a very strong tone!
Other doors in the hallway were opening as others heard me yelling at this terrible woman! I found I had made a scene. Oh great I thought to myself! All I could think about was getting out of that church!

 

With that, the woman went and got Jason and Joshua and I grabbed their little hands and marched them off to the car.
The poor woman looked shocked!

It was then I realized I was out in public in my old brown nightgown and slippers! Oh my word!
No bra, no slip and for heavens sake you could almost see through this old nighty! E-Gad!

I hadn't even combed my long hair yet this morning, It must look like a rats nest! Oh my word, I thought to myself as I was walking towards the car, I must look and sound like a full blown witch to that lady!

I didn't care! I found my babies, that's all I cared about!

 

All the way home I reprimanded the boys for doing such a terrible  thing leaving home like that!

I explained how dangerous it was for them to get in a car or bus with strangers without Mommy and Daddy's permission.

I was crying with tears of joy that I had found my boys safe, but I was still so mad and afraid for them!
I thought I might send a letter to the Head of that church and report that crazy lady.

 

Once home we all settled into our normal routines after many hugs and kisses and my cold cup of coffee and enjoyed the rest of the day.

 

Monday finally came and off I went into the working world for my new career interview. I was so excited. I spent all morning getting ready for the big day. I wanted to have my best foot forward and look amazing for this job interview. I was so excited!

Off I went.

I entered the office and signed in and took my seat. I waited patiently for my turn. There were almost twelve other women waiting for an interview along with me. I was feeling as if my balloon of hope was deflating. How could I stand a chance getting this job with so many others also applying.

I thought to myself, well, it's in the LORDS hands. I'm not going to worry about it.

 

My name was finally called and I was escorted down a long hall and into a room to have another seat. I was told Mrs. Cheneville would be right in to speak with me.

So, I waited a bit more and then the door opened.

To my surprise there in front of me was that woman!

The woman whom I had screamed at in the hallway of the church! The woman who picked up my children! Who I had called an idiot!OH MY WORD!

She is the one doing my interview!
Oh No!

Oh, I'm never going to get this job, Oh, I wish I could run! This is a total disaster I thought to myself!

With that, she smiled so sweetly at me and said, Oh dear, you're the woman from yesterday with the boys from the bus!
Oh my!

"Yes", I said as I looked down towards the floor. I said in a very soft humbled voice , I'm so sorry for acting as I did, I was just so afraid!

She smiled and said, I was up all night feeling so bad about what I had done to that woman in the brown nightie. She said I thought your boys were a part of the church. They ran up to the bus as soon as it stopped and jumped on in and took a seat as if they always had done it. She said she hadn't had my area route for a while and wasn't sure who belonged on the bus or not actually. Then she apologized profusely to me.
 

We both laughed. She said, I came to see your point however. We will be much  more careful in the future with who we pick up for church!

With that she said, Oh and by the way, You're hired!

She said my resume was exactly what she had been looking for and since our encounter at the church she was sure I was the person for the job. She said, I know you'll do the right thing in any circumstance!

 

I spent the next 18 years in this career and rose to the top of my field. She became my closest and dearest friend even to this day.

You just can't make this stuff up.

Truth is always stranger than fiction!



Visitor From Beyond.

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



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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 Truth is so much stranger than fiction.

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



Truth is STRANGER than fiction

Truth is STRANGER than fiction.

I had just gotten home from an all day trip out of town to do a house cleansing from a very strong entity which had overtaken a young girl here in Florida when I had this odd account happen to me.  The young girl had been plagued by this dark taunting spirit which was appearing frequently to her and  now her younger brother. Their mother contacted me to come release her daughter and son as they had tried everything and everyone to no avail. The mother reported that they had invited  pastors, clergy, psychic's, mediums and séances to free the home and children and it was all making things much worse. Much worse!

My team and I agreed to go immediately to help this sweet family get deliverance from this vexing spirit. What happened that day was another paranormal experience I want to share with you.

The night before I went to their home I had this very strong over powering dark, demonic entity come to me in a dream. It was strong, very dark and secure in it's stance against me. I fought it in the name of JESUS all night long. Over and over it came at me. I was tenacious and came against it with the power of the LORD and great faith. It was no easy battle however, it seemed to be a fight against will's. Unrelenting I thought as I fought this spirit. But after what seemed like hours, the victory was mine in the name of JESUS and I woke up exhausted and prepared for the long trip out of town to this desperately waiting young family. I often get dreams like this before I go to a home. Usually even before the person contacts me, I've already done the battle and won.

When I entered the home I proceeded with great expectations of locating and delivering these young children and home from this enemy I had fought throughout the evening the night before. I was extremely confident having already obtained the Victory throughout the previous evening. However it was an all day exhausting affair. The spirit was difficult to locate as it was here and then there and changing forms throughout the day. It was elusive and it knew why I was there! Once I located and rebuked the spirit and all was established I stayed and prayed with the family and cleansed and anointed the home. When I left the home I felt I had complete control of the spirit and home situation. It was finished.

Weary from a full day of spiritual activity and involvement, and little sleep the night before, I headed home with my team and I went straight to bed. I truly was exhausted, the long trip to the home and the experience had wiped me out.

As I closed my eyes to reflect on the day and get some much needed rest I had a dark, large, frightening and strong facial apparition come at me with incredible force and speed. I knew who this was. I wasn't afraid, but I was angry!  I looked it right in the eyes and said "get out of here in the name of JESUS, get right out that front door, NOW". Get OUT!

(I had only had this happen one time before in the early 70's after a deliverance I was a part of. I was trained how to handle these attacks. The "follow you home" syndrome. I don't allow spirits to harass me for an instant. You cannot entertain them for a moment!)

I then rolled over in my bed and fell fast asleep.

The next morning I awoke at about 6:00 am to send off one of the team members who were heading off to work, and as I opened the front door to my surprise there were thousands of dead bugs everywhere all over the front porch. Literally thousands of little black bugs everywhere! Just outside the front door.

It was then that I remembered and shared with my team member that I had cast an entity last night that attacked me right out the front door. I was certain this is what had killed all these bugs. I am certain as the demonic entity exited my home it took this mass of bugs in it's anger, as nothing like this has ever happened in all the time I have lived at this address before. Not even one bug was ever found dead at the front door. I cast that entity out the front door and it somehow caused thousands of bugs to die and fall right where I cast it out. I am sharing the photo I took that very morning from one area where the bugs could be easily seen. We had not sprayed or done anything to cause this phenomenon. It was a clear and obvious sign to me of the night before and the casting out of the entity.

Entity's do have power and they have some dominion depending on the situation. Never assume you can handle them alone. Get help if you are experiencing any hauntings, trauma or physical aggression.

These situations call for trained and able people to cleanse and cast out the apparitions. They do exist. They won't leave unless the demonologist has the power to cleanse and deliver. Without the correct help you could be making matters much worse and find yourself possessed. 

 I am available along with my team or depending where you are we can make a suggestion for you to get real help.

 

The only power on this earth for real deliverance is in "the name of JESUS". It's the only name respected by the enemy and evil forces, and HIS power can and will set you free from these terrifying demonic experiences.

Don't worry, JESUS is not the Hollywood hyped up or TV rated version of deliverence. HE is the answer and has the power to deliver you....NOW

 

I have not since been harassed at all by this spirit that attacked me.

I am free of any fear of it as well. It's the covering that only the LORD can provide that keeps me safe and secure.