The Tunnel Premonition

So, it was 2005 and my husband and I were on vacation in New York. We had rented a car and drove to all the wonderful sites we had set out to see. We were not on a time frame of any kind and we wanted to see everything on our list! From Manhattan to Buffalo,

we spent hours in the car traveling to Rochester, Albany, Williamsville and Blasdell to name a few places.

 

As we were going through a tunnel in NY I had a strange premonition come over me like I was reliving a moment in time when Lady Diana was killed in the tunnel in Pont de l'Alma road tunnel in Paris, France, in 1997.

It was so strange. All of a sudden and out of nowhere, I felt as if I were seeing a car deliberately drive her car into a median lane. It was as if I could see her being killed. I could here her screaming.  I instantly knew this was not at all an accident but a deliberate killing.

 

Here I was in New York, millions of miles from that happening, not to mention 8 years later, but as we entered the tunnel this strong overwhelming sense took me over. Like I was picking it up from some vibration.

I told my husband what I was seeing and he said, it's probably just because your in the tunnel? I said why would that be the sole cause? I wasn't thinking of Lady Diana at all before we drove into the tunnel.

I mean really, why would I?

He also stated that she was in an accident. Not murdered. I said back to him, "No, she wasn't, it was a deliberate kill"!

I'm sure of it!

I felt Diana knew it as well. She had figured it all out too late.

I am not usually that sensitive where others are concerned, but I am interested in truth above all things.

To this day regardless of what the tabloids and the news media have to say I am certain Diana and her Fiancé were purposely killed that day in France in that tunnel in 1997.

 It was clearly Murder!

I felt it. And I have learned to trust what I feel when it comes to me in this manner.

I have never had any other type of incident like this to this day where others are involved.

I believe some day it will be proven and brought to light.

The Mirror

So, it was 1970, I was living in a flat in Buffalo, New York. I had been there in Buffalo singing for the winter season with a group I was with that had traveled from Florida to New York and I decided to stay awhile after the group headed back home. I found other singing gigs and enjoyed my singing as a contemporary and rock artist singer and I loved all the people I had met while the bands. It was a wonderful time in my life. So, I decided to find a place to live there in Buffalo.

 

My flat was across the street from Mercy Hospital in Buffalo and on top of an old Dry Cleaners business. It was a huge, lovely old place with lots of charm. The back yard for me was the extended roof top. So cool. It was so much fun up there and the flat included a very strange old attic as well. Kind of creepy, but very cool.

I had been troubled a bit from odd dreams while I was there. Every night it was the same dream. I kept seeing this old man floating over me in dreams while I slept. It was very scary and  I had shared it with my boyfriend as it had happened a few times since we moved into the flat.

I had no idea why this recurring dream was happening to me. The man was old and frightening looking. Seemed like a lonely man. I didn't know who he was. He never spoke to me, only hovered over me. Very creepy! Then I would wake up and he was gone.

 

I had come home from being down town shopping one evening, it was bitter cold outside. I climbed the long steps upstairs to the flats entrance. I had so many bags to lay down to just open the door, the stairs entrance was freezing cold with the wind whipping me, I was in a hurry to get inside. The flat felt so odd when I entered it tonight, I threw my bags on the couch and tried to shake the weird feeling.  It was a scarcely furnished place, I didn't have a lot of home type comforts there. A table and chairs, a small couch and a rocking chair were the only furnishings in the living room, the dining room area of the house only had a small table and two chairs. It was a lonely looking kind of place but for now, it was home. It was just different some how tonight when I came in. I thought maybe I needed a bit more heat on to warm the place up, maybe that would help? It was just freezing outside, I wasn't used to the cold weather being from Florida. So I lit the furnace and turned up the heat. That didn't seem to help however. I still felt odd. I turned the oven on and propped opened the door to heat the kitchen and the bathroom area of the house so I could warm the place up and take my shower.

That didn't really do it either, but that was all I could do to make the flat "feel" better. Nothing I did seemed to take away the weird feeling from the place tonight. I checked all the apartment door locks, they were secure, what was I feeling? I was very aware of something, but it wasn't clear to me, what. It just felt creepy.  I was hoping warming the place up might make a difference.
 

So, thinking this would all pass, I jumped in the shower and hurried through washing my hair as I just couldn't shake this odd feeling I was having. As I threw the shower liner back, I stood their for a moment, wondering why I couldn't shake this strange feeling.

I got out of the shower grabbed my towel, dried off quickly and threw my big white rob on. It was then I noticed the bathroom mirror! To my absolute horror, their was a name written on the mirror from the mist of the warm room! Like someone had written it with their finger. It scarred me so, as I was sure I was the only one in the house all evening.
I called out my boyfriends name, he wasn't home yet. I was really freaked out!

The name on the mirror spelled out "Joe".

I knew people named Joe but why would that be on my mirror?
I hadn't put it there!

 

About an hour passed and my boyfriend came home from work. I said to him immediately when he came into the flat completely  accusing him, "hey thanks for scarring the crap out of me with the name on the mirror in the bathroom"!

He looked at me very puzzled, and a bit annoyed and replied, "what are you talking about"? I continued, the name you wrote on the mirror? Was that suppose to be funny? He said he didn't know what I was talking about! He sounded upset with me. I was assuming he had written that there to scare me. He assured me he had no reason to want to scare me or to write a man's name on the mirror in the bathroom! That did after all make sense. Why would he do that?
That made perfect sense to me, so how did it get there?

He had a point! That would be weird, I thought, so who did write it there? Now I was freaked out a bit more. He went into the bathroom and breathed on the mirror to see the name appear. He said he was confused, he had no idea how that would have gotten there. He asked me if anyone was there that day visiting? I told him I left early to go downtown all day shopping. I had come home only an hour or so before him, taken my shower and there it was!

 

That night as I sleeping, I heard noises in the house. I got up and walked through the flat. I saw nothing. It felt so cold and strange in the flat. I knew I heard those noises, they woke me up! What was going on here?

 

The next day, I saw the young girl from the cleaners  next door sitting outside. She was about seven years old. She was sitting on the front chair near the door downstairs that led to my flat. I went down to say hi to her. She was a beautiful, kind, little red head, blue eyed Irish girl. She told me she knocked on my door yesterday while I was out. She said she peeked through the keyhole into my flat from the stairway door and saw that old man again sitting in my rocking chair. She continued to tell me, "he had seen her looking in at him through the flat keyhole. She asked if I was home? He said only "NO", she asked him if he was my father? He replied again "NO". She told me she had seen this same man in my flat before? She asked me who he was?

I couldn't speak. I was shaking as she told me this! I couldn't believe my ears. I knew she was too young to tell a lie. There was no way she knew what had happened to me last night, she could not possibly know of my dreams!  "She didn't know about my dreams"! This was so beyond creepy to me. I was truly frightened by this. Did she know she was seeing a ghost?

I stayed out of the flat all day. I decided I would move immediately. The moment my boyfriend came home I had the young girl tell him what she told me.

We went and stayed at his mothers home that night.

I moved within a week of the happening.

I was never so glad to be leaving a place in my life.

After I moved away from that flat across the street from the hospital, I remembered something that happened to me in Florida when I was 16. Visiting a friend who lived across the street from a hospital! I now make it known, I stay away from apartments near hospitals! There is some portal, some kind of link there

I don't want to be involved with.  It was one of the worst experiences of my life then, and this one was very close second!
Truth is so much 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!

Paranormal Intervention and Protection.

 

It was 1969 and I was living with my Mother and her boyfriend. I had come home from school after a very hot, long day in a High School with no air conditioning. It was around 94 degrees in the shade. I was thinking I would cool down out in the back yard in the pool and at least get a good Florida tan if I had to sweat to death for the rest of the day.

 

So, like all kids coming home from school I did my chores, a few dishes and a load of laundry, then I took my history book outside with me to read as I sat in the chaise lounge. After about an hour or so of enjoying the Florida afternoon I came in the house to get a drink of Iced tea.

 

I remember walking into the house to see that my Mom's boyfriend was home early from work. I never liked being around him. He always made me uncomfortable. I could never put my finger on why I didn't like being around him, but this I know, no matter how hard I tried to accept him for my mothers sake I could not loose the creepy feeling I always had in his presence. Today he would confirm my reasons for feeling this way.

 

I had said hello to him when I saw him in the kitchen, and then made my way down the hall to my room. He was in my way and acted as if he wasn't going to let me pass him at first. I thought that odd but just went around him. He was always acting strange, I thought.

Coming out of my room now, I headed towards the kitchen to get my ice tea. I had to pass him again. I dreaded being within one foot of this creep.  Although I had tried to be nice he always made me feel so uncomfortable. I got as far as the closet door in the living room and all of a sudden for no reason he lunged towards me and threw me up against the wall. He was very strong and I tried to fight him off of me. He tried to rip my top off as he held me by the neck against the closet door with one hand. I was so shocked and stunned by what he was doing I started to scream at the top of my lungs. He then tried to rip my pants off me. He hit my face with his free hand and told me to shut up!

All of a sudden the strangest thing happened! Right before my very eyes he turned white! Like he saw a ghost! He was just staring at me. He literally froze! His eyes were full of fear! He didn't move a muscle. He took his hand off my neck for a split second and I heard someone say to me "RUN". And I did! Right to the front door and out into the front yard.

I then ran to a neighbors house and called my Mom at work.

I told her what had just happened.

Both my Mother and I were sure that it was GOD himself who protected me from her boy friends abuse, GOD told me to run!

Out of a very horrible scenario the Almighty Protected me and made a way out for me to safety. I am eternally grateful!

Life has many lessons to teach us, we're all on a different course but headed to the same destination. It's comforting to know that we really are never alone.

And I take great peace in knowing

GOD is for me!

 

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!

Holding The Hand Beyond

 

It was 2003, I had a very ill older friend who had just been hospitalized. She had been a good friend for at least 18 years. She and I spend dinner after dinner talking about life and our faith. We spent hours on the phone talking just about everything under the sun. My friend was alone in this life with no other siblings and her husband and parents had passed away long before. She was a bit of a worry wart and was suffering from an ulcer which was very serious. I visited her every other day in the hospital, as I worked every day and tried to be there for her as often as I could. She and I had become more like family than friends over the years.

 

One evening when I went into the hospital to visit my friend the hospital staff told me they would be moving her to a rehab facility soon  as she seemed to be getting better. I was so excited. I thought this was her turning point from this dreaded illness to better health.

I walked down the long sterile corridor to my friends room.

I knocked softly on the door, I could hear her talking to someone, I hesitated going in for a moment.

When I finally entered the room I noticed the lights had been turned off and the room had an orphic feel to it.  The shades were pulled closed on the windows. My friend  was lying in her bed alone with her hand up in the air and talking with someone as if she were holding their hand.

It really looked like there was a hand in her hand, from the position she held her hand in. She was holding it tightly. I walked over to the window and opened the drapes a bit to let a little sun in. As I got closer to her I  said "how are you feeling today"?

She replied with a cheery and enthusiastic, "OH, I'm so glad you're finally here, I want you to meet my Mother"! I said O.K., with a slight laugh in my voice. She then grabbed my hand as I got closer to the bed and said, "Mother, this is my good friend Teri that I have told you so much about", Teri, this is my Mother, and she then said her name.

It was all so normal, and yet extremely paranormal.

I saw no one. My friend kept looking over at her Mother and talking the whole time to her as she held both our hands squeezing them both as she talked. Then she would look at me and speak to me just as normal as she always had.

 

I looked up again at my friends hand, then I looked at her holding my hand. It looked as if there was a hand she was holding although there was no one there. I  then said, "Hello, it's so nice to meet you". I felt something very powerful in the room, but yet  I still saw nothing.

My friend then said she and her Mother were talking about many things together. She wanted me to grab a  piece of paper on the desk and write some things down. I did as she asked.

It was amazing what she told me. She spoke as if her Mother were right there and they were both speaking together very naturally.

It was a lot for me to take in.

Her Mother was right there. Less than three feet away from me.

My friend  was holding onto two dimensions and she was able in her failing frail state to interact with us both.

I kept looking across the bed hoping to see someone. From the placement of her hand and mine it was literally exact. I studied how her hand moved as she spoke to her Mother. I was really in disbelief. I had never had something like this happen before. I spoke to her and her Mother as if I could see her Mother so as to keep the flow of communication open. It was surreal. 

After about 30 minutes of this going on she said goodbye to her Mother and said she was going to spend some time talking with Teri for a while. She kissed her Mothers cheek and said goodbye. She let go of her Mothers hand. We visited for another hour.

I sang to her and prayed with her and then headed for home.

 

My friend passed away the next day.

 

Even though the doctors had said she was improving and could go to a nursing home for rehabilitation. My friend told me while I was in the room with her and her Mother that previous day that she was ready to leave this life and go on to meet her husband again and be with her  parents beyond the veil. She was so excited to see her husband again. She was really looking forward to it.

 

I never heard anyone make so much sense while existing in two worlds at once. It was an experience I hold dear.

I have held the hand of someone from beyond. What an adventure that was. I was privileged to meet someone from the other side.

My friend told me her Mother was so happy to meet me.

That will always mean a lot to me. I look forward to seeing both my friend and her mother again some day.

 

 

 

 

A Haunting Introduction

It was the winter of 1972.  It was cold and damp in Florida.

The only thing warming my spirit that day was a party I was looking forward to that evening with my husband. It was boasted  to be a "real happening". We were planning on music and good food and drinks with a bunch of new friends. Just hanging out and making the scene! Our friend Dean had invited us and it all sounded like so much fun from his invitation.

I had gotten dressed early that evening as I was looking forward to the night out and the expectations of  the evening. I thought as I got dressed, "I love this new shirt and jeans I was wearing" it really is just perfect! My long blonde hair was not frizzy for a change from the muggy weather we normally have, tonight it looked terrific, I was so pleased with the way I looked. I was feeling good and in a great mood.  

 

I remember pulling up to the home where the party was and thinking how much fun this night would be. I could hardly wait to get inside. Once we were inside there were smiling happy people standing around everywhere. The typical Flower children of the 70's. I was introduced to at least 15 people as we made our way through the home to the back yard. Just as I was heading out towards the back door I passed a "Florida Room" to my right.
(Here in Florida we have this name designated for small porch like rooms that are inside the house with windows on at
least three walls of the room")
There was just a couple of people standing around in that room. I didn't know any of them. But I stopped and looked in to wave hello to all inside. As I did this, I noticed a young man sitting playing cards in the room on a card table. He looked up and smiled at me. He was a pleasant enough person. He introduced himself as Ron. He said he was just home from his tour in Vietnam. He said it was  great to be home and even greater to be at this party.  He said it was nice to meet me. I said it's great meeting you too Ron. I'm glad your home from the war! Then I said hi to the others and started to turn to leave the room and head out back where my husband was with his friend Dean.

Just then I heard this new friend Ron say to me, "hey, there's something different about you"! I said excuse me, as I smiled and looked at him, are you talking to me?  He replied, "yes, I am". I said, really? How so? He said with a smile and an odd gleam in his eye, "Oh yes, there's something very different about you, I can see it in your eyes, it's all over you, you're special". I laughed nervously and said, gee, thanks Ron. Then his demeanor changed a bit and he said, as he yelled out, "I mean it, don't laugh, you're different from everyone here"! There really is something very special about you! I smiled yet again and said, O.K., thank you Ron, if you say so. What was I to think. This was certainly bizarre to say the least!
 

Then what happened next shocked me, it took me by surprise to say the least! Ron then changed his demeanor and slammed his fist down hard on the card table and his drink and all the cards flew up and the drink spilled as he screamed and pointed to me with the other hand, he said,

"IF I DIE TOMORROW, JESUS CHRIST IS LORD"!

I responded, after I caught my breath, "O.K. man, calm down" then he did it again a second time he slammed his fist down hard on the card table and repeated,

"IF I DIE TOMORROW, JESUS CHRIST IS LORD"!

I said O.K. O.K. I got it. Then he repeated his statement to me that I was special and I had a special calling, I was different.
As he said this again he smiled and nodded over and over with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. I could see he was convinced that I was special. It made no sense to me. But somehow as I looked into his eyes, I felt he was trying to reach me, open my eye's. It was really an odd feeling.

I tried to remain in control and not run out of the house saying something I might later regret. This guy had really freaked me out. Who acts like that when you first meet someone I thought to myself? He must be some special kind of nut?

Why was he saying this to me of all people?  What angered him as I took his prophetic canting lightly? I was a bit afraid of what else he might say, I was so embarrassed, so I thanked him for his kind words to me, said it was nice to meet you, and walked out the back door to the food table where I was reunited with my husband and Dean. They had both heard what Ron had said but laughed it off.  I stood outside thinking to myself, "well, I didn't expect something like that to happen! I was thinking I'll probably be the talk of the party and never live this down! I felt uncomfortable and all of a sudden my desire to hang out and mingle changed.
I told my husband I just wanted to leave.

So we said our goodbyes quickly and headed back into the house and through the maze towards the front door. I passed by the Florida Room again and there sitting quietly was Ron at his card table. He looked at me again and said, don't forget what I said to you  as he pointed at me again, because there is definitely something very special about you.

With that, I told Ron it was very nice to meet him and to have a great night.

I headed for the door and out to the car. As we left I couldn't help but think about the strange sequence of events that had just taken place. I had wanted to be at the party so bad and here we were driving away.

A few days later our friend Dean called to speak with my husband, he said he wanted to tell him about one of his friends who had just died in a horrible car accident. Dean said he was real upset. This was a life long good friend of his who had passed.

I gave the phone to my husband and he said after he hung up, we should go to the funeral to support Dean. He's really choked up about his friend passing away. I said really? I'm sorry to hear that. He said yeah, it was that guy we met at the party the other night. I said which guy? He said Ron. Dean's good friend Ron. He was the guy in the Florida room.

My heart jumped when I heard this. I said, Oh my Gosh! He is the one who said to me,

"IF I DIE TOMORROW, JESUS CHRIST IS LORD" .

I asked my husband how Ron died? He said Dean told him he was on his way to Georgia to pick up his fiancé from Bible College as they were to get married that next week, when a drunk driver hit him head on and killed him. I was deeply moved to hear this. I said ,Yes, we will go to the funeral to support Dean.
 

I had met Ron for only a powerful odd moment in time and now he was gone. His strong words burned into my mind and heart.
He had in fact passed away the next day! This was more than strange. It was a prophetic utterance he had made to me. And was it for my benefit?
We did attend the funeral for Ron, and as I approached the casket I was hesitant and yet filled with peace. Here lay a young man who spoke out for my benefit. A bold man who did not care what others thought as he made his proclamation to me that night. I felt as if I had known him my whole life. One thing I knew then, this day would change all my tomorrows.
To this day I place flowers on his grave and say prayers at his grave site.
Thank you Ron for helping me to see what I could not see.

And yes Ron,
JESUS CHRIST IS LORD!

 



An Appearance From Beyond

It was January 25, 2012. My Mothers birthday.

I decided to take a sunset cruise that evening as I was thinking about my Mom's full life living here in Florida. She loved the water and especially the beautiful beaches and sunsets here in St. Petersburg.  She passed away in 2009.

Being out on the water was relaxing and refreshing. I felt her with me in a strange way today.

It was near here she had seen her first UFO sighting years earlier and I always felt so at home myself near the water. I couldn't help but wonder what insight she would share with me about the great beyond if she could. I know she would try to if she were able. I wondered what keeps them from sharing with us. Is it that there are only certain times and certain situations that allow this exchange? Is it what we do or don't do? I know she is happy where she is but I'm also so curious about what it looks like there. What she does all day and night? Is there day and night? Perhaps it's just day there because they don't need to sleep in a state of

transcended ascension? 

 

As the boat made it's way to the destination and dolphin watch I felt my Mom standing near me comforting me in my thoughts and enjoying the scenery just as I was. She always enjoyed talking to me about the deep things of life and afterlife.

I said out loud, "Well Mom, here is a sunset on the day you were born", "Happy Birthday", and I took this picture.

 

I have taken a hundred sunset pictures over the years and never did one respond to the camera in this way. I'm well aware of the light refractions, but there is more here than just that.

I felt if I looked at it with my heart and not just my eyes, I could see so much more.

Our loved ones are not far from us. We will always be able to feel them around us. And if we are really blessed, we'll be able to capture a moment like this.

A moment that they understand, from beyond.

 

 

The Floating Head, Part 3

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

And now terrifying dreams and voices and sounds?

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 That was extremely freaky!

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

How could she know that?

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

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

HOW?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You Are Loved

Back in 1973 I was just another pretty face in the hippie movement. I was a believer in all things peaceful and groovey. Loved the music and the spirit of the day. Especially my flower braided hair and my comfy jeans with the engraved sayings of Jimi Hendrix I stitched on them. It was a time in my life I smiled a lot.

 

I was searching for something, but I was to young to know what it was. Music guided me at that time like I believe it did so many others. My fear was that music was like a pied piper leading us all into some strange trap. I wanted to understand life and live life well. I watched some friends succumb to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, strange religions and odd life styles. I watched but never followed. The pressure was there but I saw emptiness at the end of the day. I just didn't want anything controlling my every waking hour or my finances.

 

I found myself alone a lot. I was different. I felt like I was an observer, not part of the crowd. It was desperately lonely, but it was also very peaceful. I was O.K. with it.

 

One afternoon I decided to visit a friend and while there I had an experience with the LORD. It lasted 2 hours at my friends home.  It just happened. No one was talking religion or witnessing to me. It was like the time had come to fruition and it was upon me. Predestined for that very moment in time. 

 

My friend saw what I was experiencing, along with another friend that came to visit as well. I didn't really know who JESUS was but HE wanted me to know who HE was. I wasn't looking for HIM.  HE drew me to HIM.  I later found out HE was with me all along. Showing me the choices in this life that were available for the choosing, if you wanted them.

 

I began a relationship with JESUS that day that turned my life around. I hold fast to HIM still today from that one meeting with HIM.

No one witnessed to me, read scripture to me or shared their salvation message. I didn't go to a church service or have some one hand me a tract. JESUS introduced himself to me

 and I have never been the same.

 

YOU can know HIM as I do. Just as I did. You don't need any invitation to go anywhere or do anything special. HE already knows you and is crazy in love with you.  It's all so simple really. You only have to ask HIM to come into your life. HE will. Then your new relationship with HIM begins. You won't be perfect, your face won't change or many other outwards things. However, your entire spiritual life will be born again. You will have an inheritance instantly that is beyond your widest imagining's. You will live forever securely in HIS presence and peace. 

Life will look different, yet be much the same. What do you have to loose?

 

YOU are already Loved!

 

Losing A Loved One Amongst The Paranormal

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

My Mother passed away the next day.

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

 

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

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

I believe it was a sign from my Mom.

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

The Connection

So as I see it in this life, the paranormal, the extraterrestrial and the spiritual are all interrelated. You have them all happening in this life and sometimes at the same time.  Then there is the mystery of the afterlife as well. It intertwines with this life as we know it. We're not always aware of it however, but I once heard from a very Godly man, that "we are quickly becoming what we will always be, in eternity". GOD guides us through each season in this life, one by one. And one by one lessons are learned  (or not). We however continue walking towards that day.

That "one day" we are all wondering about,

and yet trying to ignore. The day that we should be well prepared for and aware of the options and outcomes. So I ask you then, what if anything are you doing to be prepared for your "final day"? There is so much mentioned about it in books and faith. Ignoring it will not matter, running from it is not possible and denying yourself wisdom about it is simple foolishness. The day of a man's (woman's) death is greater than the day of their birth.

Jesus said this.

Do you at least wonder why?

 

I have my eye on the prize. I'm focused on that day and I want to encourage you to consider the same.

All our answers are

on the way, along the way, and behind us as well.  

We are all walking each other home. We are spiritual beings on a very human journey.

Truth in this life is so much stranger than any written fiction
could ever be.
We may not understand why something is happening to us at any given moment, but we can be sure that nothing happens to us that isn't allowed by GOD for our growth and illumination.
Because we know life is a vapor that none of us truly understands, we look to GOD for wisdom and comfort while we live here in "the land of the living".
We are just passing through. We won't always be here.
What do you want to leave once your day's have come to an end here. We know we take nothing with us. The Egyptians have proven this to us. But we leave a legacy of who we were once we're gone. Consider this, "how will you be remembered"?
Be ready for where you are going, and know that all we speak, all we do and all we are, will one day be known.  
Your book is being written as you live your life.
Live well.