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 Exposed Evening

So, it was a late evening in 1979 and I was at work.

I was working in Clearwater Florida about 40 miles from my home in St. Petersburg. I had chosen to work a night shift job so my husband could work a daytime job, so we could get ahead financially. It was an easy, fun position I worked at and I really enjoyed it. Being so young with two children it allowed me a bit of  freedom I still longed for as well. To get away a bit.

I was very good at my job  and was moved into a training position early on for all the new people we hired. It was more money and responsibility and I loved it.

I had considered going into management at this point with this company but thought to myself, this isn't what I want to do for my life work. So I was making decisions about what I really wanted to do with myself later in a career.
I had been there for about two years at this point and was thinking it may be time for a career change.
 

Often in my life the LORD had come to me to speak to me. Sometimes audibly and sometimes through very strong impressions on my heart.

So, on this particular night, as I was working early on in my shift, I kept hearing the LORD speak to me. It was a very strong impression I was receiving. More than once I heard him call my name. I stopped each time I heard HIS voice but wasn't sure why I was hearing it. Each time I heard HIM call me, there was then silence. HE (GOD) had never spoken to me in a work place situation before and I wondered if I was really hearing HIM or was it my imagination? (Later on in my life HE would speak to me again at work, but this was the first time, at this point)

Did HE (GOD) want me to go to an area where I was alone and sit and listen I wondered? So, I excused myself from my position and went into the main office area where there was no one around.
I locked the door and sat and waited on GOD.

I said to the LORD, "Yes, I know I heard you"! Then it happened, right there at work! HE spoke to me clearly, as if HE were standing right in front of me! I heard HIS voice.

I felt he was telling me to "GO HOME NOW". I wondered for a moment, really? Go home now? I felt as if HE also was implying  to leave this place permanently, literally at that very moment.  
My shift wasn't over for 6 hours yet. But again I felt HIM say to me strongly, "LEAVE HERE NOW, GO HOME"! With that, I laid down on the floor, Hands out in front of me, in a prayerful and worshipping kind of way and said to HIM, "OK, I'll quit and go home right now as you request"! I repented then for questioning HIM in this and thought to myself, something must be going on at home, The LORD wants me to leave this all behind, NOW!
I have to leave right now!

 

With that, I stood up, walked over to the box that held my time card and punched out. I went into the lobby where my boss was and handed him my apron and badge and said, "I'm leaving tonight permanently, right now actually, for good.  I'll be back at the end of the week to collect my paycheck".  My boss was floored! He said to me, "you can't leave here now, you have a shift to finish, I'm depending on you, your my best worker Teri"! I smiled at him and explained this conversation wasn't up for discussion. I thanked him for the position and all his kindness towards me, and I turned and headed to the parking lot and to my car. It was really kind of sad in a way! But I had to do as I felt the LORD instructed me, that was paramount!
 

Once in my car, I felt so strange, I asked GOD, why had HE  requested this of me? What is happening at home? Why now?
It didn't really matter though, If GOD say's to go home, I am going home! HE did not answer me, I was simply feeling the need now more than before to continue home.

I started my trek home praying all the way.

When I got a block from my home I literally heard the LORD say out loud, "SHUT YOUR LIGHTS OFF"!
"Really, I replied"?

OK, I said out loud, and I did just that. I shut the car lights off! That was weird, I know suspected something horrible was going on! I was kind of shaking, what was I going to find?
 

I pulled up in front of the house, and the house looked dark inside. I shut the car off, walked up to the house and opened the front door.
 

There on the couch to my great surprise, in my living room, in the dark ,was my neighbor friend and my husband. 
My neighbor was a sweet  girlfriend of mine!

I was absolutely shocked!

I had no idea at all what I was going to find! This girlfriend was such a sweet girl! I had always liked her so much.
"What is going on here I asked"?

She jumped up and apologized profusely over and over to me for being there alone with my husband in the dark, she begged me to forgive her, over and over, and she then ran out the front door crying. I was speechless.
The LORD wanted me to know what was happening!

 

It was the beginning of the end of my first marriage.

The next day, I told my husband that the LORD had spoken to me  when I was at work and demanded I come home, quit my job and go home now! I told him I knew nothing about this friend of mine and him. My husband knew that was true, it all had just started, there was no way I could have known.

He was freaked out, to say the least, as he knew that the LORD had often spoken to me many times in my life and was dumbfounded that the LORD literally exposed his and her behavior to me.

I had no idea that this affair was going on, none at all!

It made for an easy transition out of the marriage. It was hard on me and the children but it was somehow OK too.
The LORD later spoke to me audibly and said to me,
"I have removed your lover and friend", I found that amazing. HE did not call my husband at the time, "my husband", but just simply, my lover and friend. Oddly, that is always how I actually felt about my first husband. Like we were just great friends that took our relationship farther than it should have gone.
This was very perplexing to me. It went against everything I had believed in. Had I been taught wrong?

 

My point here in sharing this sad, true portion of my life is this, GOD will do what HE desires to do in our lives. If HE wants the truth to be seen, HE will expose it. Sometimes HE does it this way for us, sometimes HE doesn't. I am grateful for what HE has led me through in my life. Even if it was hard!

I am not a perfect person. Dear reader please don't think I'm painting myself out to be a saint, the LORD disciplines me as I need it too. I have made many mistakes along the way myself.

This I know, truth in the spiritual realm is stranger than any fiction that could ever be written.

GOD will do what is right for our lives, if we like it or not!
We are here to learn and grow! 
 I'm forever grateful for my lessons.

This night was just a drop in the bucket of life for me.
My experiences have always been bizarre by most standards. Sometimes when you think "a little birdie" told someone what you have done, or what someone else has done to you.....Think again...It may not be a bird at all, it could be GOD himself exposing us, for our own good!

 

A Battle Won

So, it was the summer of 1977. I was in my first home in Florida .
I had been praying and asking the LORD to speak to me as how I could serve HIM.  I was the Mother of two young boys which was a full time job and yet I wanted to do more, If I could.

I had been helping a young mother and her 3 children rehabilitate their lives and finally there was relief after a year, so I felt I was ready for what was next to come.

While speaking that day with Hilary, (the woman I was helping with her children) she shared, she had a sister that was pregnant from a one night stand a few months earlier with a co-worker, and was heading off to an abortion clinic the next day to terminate the baby. Hilary knew I didn't believe in abortions. 

When I heard of this I asked her to please let me speak to her sister before she went for the abortion! She said her sister was the sort of girl who was very head strong and she didn't think she would welcome me or my thoughts. I said OK, but just let me try, Please!

She called her sister, Jennifer, and said she had someone who had been helping her and her kids for the last year, and wondered if she would allow her friend "Teri" to talk to her. Jennifer said,

"no way, I don't need anybody or their pressures on me now at this time"!

She told Hilary she wanted to end the pregnancy and get on with her life. She said this was just a momentary set back, embarrassing and unwanted, it was just unfortunate and she was going to ask the "one night stand guy at work, Brian", to help with the money for the abortion. 

Hilary asked her to "just come and pick me up at Teri's" the next day so she could go with her to get the abortion. Hilary was still staying in my home at that time with her 3 children, so she gave Jennifer my address and said she would see her in the morning.
I was babysitting Hilary's girls for her as they went to the clinic together.

The next day when Jennifer arrived to pick up Hilary, Hilary waited for Jennifer to come to the door. I had asked her to do this so I could meet Jennifer and possibly speak with her.
I was committed to helping her change her mind about the abortion!

The plan worked, and Jennifer made her way to the front door.

I asked her in and told her Hilary was getting ready.

As I spoke to Jennifer alone, I felt the LORD say to me audibly and very clearly, "help her change her mind". With that I knew now what I needed to do. I spoke to Jennifer and told her that I was willing to pay for all hospital and doctor bills for the birth of this baby and also allow her to move into my home so I could help her save money to begin her new life once the baby was born, no strings attached, she could move on with her life, and keep all her money! I also told her I would fully support her, food, clothes and all as well as find a home for her baby if she did not want it.

Jennifer thanked me and said she didn't think so. I could see her tears, but she was determined to abort. She said she didn't want to be a mother! She had spoken to "Brian" and he was going to give her the money for the abortion. He agreed he didn't want anyone to know about the baby at work and he was willing to help her "deal with it".  He was meeting them at the clinic later to pay for the surgery.

With that, Jennifer and Hilary walked out the door and headed to the clinic.

I fell on my face before the LORD as soon as I closed the front door, and cried out to GOD! I said "LORD, hear me now! I did all I could for that child, everything humanly possible to save it, but I ask again to change her mind, just miraculously change her mind"! It was no small prayer"! I was shocked that as I cried out I felt this was a baby boy I was fighting for! Being the Mother of two young boys I could not bear the thought of murdering a baby boy!

I knew Jennifer was desperate, I understood her pain, but still I wanted to change her thinking. I was not judging her, I only wanted to save the life of this child!
 

That night, Jennifer and Hilary ended up back at my home. Jennifer had not had the abortion! She said my offer caused her to rethink the whole thing! She said someone at the clinic showed her what abortion looked like in a pamphlet, and it scared her!  So, she moved into my back bedroom in my small home and we were on! She had some Insurance from work we found she could utilize for a pregnancy. This was a huge blessing for me! I thought I was going to have to put a second mortgage on my home!  She remained with me for three months. Brian, "the one night stand" from work, began changing his mind about Jennifer the longer she was pregnant with his child and they actually started dating! That was a shock! Jennifer and I began praying together every day. He asked her to move into his apartment with him, and she gladly accepted this!

WOW, now she was 6 months pregnant, and there was talk of marriage! I was so blessed I could only shout "Thank GOD" over and over again. This was the MIRACLE I had hoped for!

The rest of the story is so beautiful, three months later Jennifer and Brian welcomed a new baby BOY, they named Bradley, into their lives. I still cry when I think of what might have happened to him!

I am so grateful, I went out on a limb for Bradley and GOD showed me PRAYER works!

There is so many more miraculous things that happened in this story but this is all I will share here.

Truth is stranger than fiction, and believe me,

Prayer does really work! 



Close Encounters

 

 

 

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The Gift of Tenacity

So, it was 1970. My boyfriend and I were going downtown St. Petersburg, FL to get some papers he needed from Tomlinson adult education center in the Mirror Lake area of St. Pete. He had just purchased a new motorcycle and we were so excited to drive it down town.  It was around 11:00 am, a bright and very hot summer day in July. We pulled up in front of the school parking area, he parked his motorcycle in one of the spots for bikes and we headed into the office to pick up his paperwork.

As we did, I had a strange feeling come over me. Like something was about to happen. I laughed at the thought of me thinking this way and simply literally laughed it off.

We were both in the Tomlinson office for around a half hour or so. We got his paperwork settled and were relived to be heading out the front door so quickly. We walked over to the area where he had parked the bike and it wasn't there? It was simply gone?

 

We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. My boyfriend said he was so upset! He hadn't even made two payments on the bike and it was stolen! He was very distraught. I was shocked to see him this way. It hurt to see someone you cared so much for to be so upset and helpless. I remembered feeling strange before going into the office and having laughed it off as if it were nothing. This made me mad, why didn't I question that feeling? What had I missed here? Why was this happening to such a great guy? Oh, and it began to set in that, hey, we were walking 7 miles home at this point!

That didn't sit well with either of us.

 I suggested he call the police and make a report, so we went back into the office where we had just been and he called the police and said he would wait where the bike used to be to make his report to the police. They assured him they would be there in about ten minutes.

We walked back across the street and I felt a very powerful cloaking come over me, as if I were feeling an anointing come on me. It is really hard to put into words. But it was all over me and my hair was standing on end! I was feeling very strong in the spirit!

It was then, all of a sudden I said to my boyfriend, stay here for a moment, and wait for the police I am going to find your bike for you! I was very matter of fact when I said it. It almost shocked me hearing "myself" saying that to him! But somehow I knew I could find it! I just knew it! There was no doubt at all in my mind. I mean NONE! My boyfriend said no, just wait here with me, don't worry, I replied, NO, I'm going to find that bike! I then turned and started walking down the street as if being led by the hand by an unseen powerful presence. I was actually very angry that some creep had done this to my boyfriend! What a horrible thing to do I thought, steal something so valuable from someone! How could some creep do that, we were only gone for a half hour?  I was going for vengeance while I walked towards the buildings in front of me!  I looked in every shop window, I walked around this one two story  apartment building that was right across the street from where we had been. This was it! I just knew this was the place I would find the bike! I prayed, please take me to the bike! Someone led me to the second floor, I knew I was headed in the right direction. It was as if I could smell the dishonest soul that had done this and I was getting closer. Closer still, closer still with every step! It was like nothing I had ever experienced until now. I was focused completely on finding this bike! I walked past more than 10 apartments on the second floor and then...BINGO... the screen door was open to one of the apartments and inside was a very young and I must say, actually very good looking young man  (this shocked me as I had an ugly creep in mind) sitting on the floor of his apartment living room disassembling  my boyfriends motorcycle! He was right there, he had looked up at me as I passed the door just briefly,  I was shocked, there he was, there was the bike! I had found him right there in his apartment living room. I was elated! I had been led right to the very spot I wanted to be! I walked past the door and then stopped once out of his view. After seeing the bike in that room with this young man, I knew I had found the stolen bike! I asked the Lord, what do I do now? Here it is, here I am, I thought and before I even heard back from the Lord,  and with my heart pounding in my chest, I walked back past the door and looked in and said to the man very calmly,  "hey", that's a nice looking bike, why are you disassembling it, as I smiled and acted very flirty? He rose from the floor and said after looking quite shocked,  "I need to get some new parts for it", and he looked at me rather strangely. I asked him if  he would mind if I could come in and use his phone? (where that came from I have no idea?) He said "sure", come on in. We both smiled at each other as he opened the screen door and pointed to the phone on the counter in this very tiny little room. I acted as if I was calling someone and said, gee, the numbers busy, but thanks for letting me use your phone, I then had a sense of almost fear come over me, and knew I had to get out of the apartment immediately, I knew he was very suspicious of me and I could see he was holding a very large craftsman tool in his hand! I smiled at the man very kindly and said, "Thanks, have a good day", maybe I'll see ya around again some time? He smiled at me, but I also noticed a strange look in his eye, like he was beginning to really question this whole interaction so I quickly walked straight to the screen door and headed out to the hallway. Once out the door I made haste to go back downstairs and find my boyfriend!

The police were with him and I said, "I found the bike"! My boyfriend smiled and said, "you're kidding", I said "no", I'm not, so I told the police exactly where to find the bike and they went and handcuffed the young man and that was it! The bike was not ride able so we took the bus home. But I was elated that we were able to locate the bike and get it back. I was so grateful for the tenacious spirit that walked me to the site of the stolen bike!

I never thought twice about not looking for that bike that day, and I had a certain knowing that I would find the bike. It's very interesting to me how the spirit world works. GOD gives us a knowing, we can have complete confidence in HIM when the anointing comes over us, regardless if we feel qualified or not!

Isn't HE good! I will always treasure that day. That was the day that the LORD gave me the gift of tenacity.

I treasure it with all my heart!

 

The Dream Before The Deliverance

 So, I never knew anything really about how the dream world works in the spirit realm, when someone is possessed or has an attachment or a familiar spirit hanging around. But in 1973 I embarked on a very strange calling. It was not my desire for this gift, but non the less the gift came to me. I was clearly chosen for it. I received it from the LORD.

The way this gift has always worked with me for Deliverances, possessions, exorcisms.  oppressions, cleansings as well as clearings and the like, is that I will go to bed just like I always do every night.

Then, while in the night I will have an extremely vivid dream.  A very clear dream. Sometimes seeing a certain room or the color of the walls or drapes, recognizing a place, or I will hear a mother speaking to her child. Hear a name or see a certain person. The dream is always clear in some way to me.  Leaving me  certain memories to hold onto once I awake.

 "Someone" in the dream is usually fighting a fight they are not able to win, or in some form of battle they are weary from. Fighting an unseen entity. They are also sometimes just crying or complaining to me in the dream of their defeat over an enemy or entity which they cannot get free of on their own. I will watch this scenario in the dream for a few moments and begin to see the powerful entity they are fighting or upset about. 

The entity is always large and in charge of the person. Having full control. The dream will usually start with a person or persons whom I do not know. I will have a "Feeling" in the dream that this person needs my help to be free from something attacking them that they cannot deal with any longer. 

 They want to be free of it finally. 

I immediately take the issue on in the dream and protect the person in the dream by instructing them to leave the area so I can now take over the fight. It is then that I see the entity more clearly. It is never an easy thing to see it.

It is as if I am a warrior in the dream for the poor soul who could not handle the battle, I know I am to "take it over from here". 

 I feel the Aura of the LORD anoint me! It's very powerful! I feel much more powerful than that person who was losing the battle. I know I will win this battle against this entity I face now before me. There is never any doubt of this. I assess the situation and then go to the LORD  in the Spirit for HIS instruction. "Like saying, How do you want me to handle this spirit, or demon or entity"? 

 I will feel the answer immediately. I will know how to proceed. I then begin the battle in the spiritual realm. It is always a very strong enemy I fight. The enemy or entity is an enemy of my very soul, as well as the soul of the person they were fighting. I know which type of entity I am fighting as they always reveal themselves in the battle against me. I don't want to know who they are, I just happen to know it. I am always amazed at how easy it is to fight them, but yet it is usually a long, strange process. 

The gift of tenacity is strong with me while fighting, as this battle can and sometimes will last all night long. I do not relent! I am committed to win at any cost. The enemy is always weakened eventually and the victory is the LORDs, and finally mine. It can get very hard at times, and it certainly can take a lot out of me. I often wake up the next day exhausted. Like I didn't even sleep at all, and then throughout the day, I find myself tired and a bit lazy. I need to recharge myself. It effects me for at least one full day.
 Once awake from the dream  the next day or within a few days, or sometimes hours, I will get a phone call from someone who will be "that person" I just fought for all night long. 

It is so rewarding to know I did not stay up all night fighting in vain!
 

Yes, that is how it has always happened and still to this day does!

The fight FIRST in the spiritual realm, then, the phone call in the physical realm!

I am always careful to mention these fights to my husband or son right away as I wake, as I want verification once the call comes to me. This validation process is very important.

It never fails to come.

 

I remember being aided by Holy angels a time or two while in the spiritual battle. 

These entities or demons I fight are "strong men" or strong "leader type demons" I fight. Once in a while these Holy angels come to help me. Sometimes the evil spirits hit harder and stay in my face longer. It is literally a spiritual battle. I pray in the spirit and rebuke and bind these entity's. The effort I use against them is no small fight. Those are the more difficult possessions or attachments. If the Holy angels show up or come I know the battle will be very difficult. I will be up in the spirit all night. Many spirits only last a few minutes, or hours, however. I walk away amazed every time at how many types and strengths there are in the spirit realms. Sometimes it's easy, and sometimes it isn't.
 

The phone calls come from all over the United States. Mostly close to home, but not always. I am always expecting the call once the dream and fight have taken place!

This has happened this way for over 40 years now.

It's no coincidence!

This year for the first time my husband had the dream. I heard him yelling out in his sleep  this week, Monday night. He woke me up two times. I prayed a short prayer that he would get peace and go back to sleep! The next morning he revealed to me he fought a demon all night long, it was very scary he said and difficult. I told him I heard him in the night and prayed for his peace and sleep to come to him.

He said it was very hard to fight this demon and that there were two spirits who were claiming the souls of those he was fighting for. I said you didn't believe the lies of the entity did you? He said no, but it was all very confusing. I asked him to write it all down and remember as much as he could. He did. He said to me, this time the LORD gave me the battle. I replied to him, "GOOD"! We will now wait for the call!

By Wednesday night the phone rang and it was a young couple having a very frightening happening in their apartment. They needed us to come. We agreed, told them we had the dream and were waiting for a call, and we will be there on Saturday.

Isn't GOD good! They are already free from the attack, we know this! The battle has already been fought and won and they will have victory! I gave them instructions on what to do until we get there to stay safe and free from any harm.

"We" look forward to going to finish the fight!

This is a gift given to me and now my husband is having dreams as well. I am so pleased to serve this way. I pray the LORD never retires us from helping those in need!

Octagon Hall 2017



So, on our vacation last week for 2017 we decided to go to the famous Octagon Hall in Franklin KY. I hadn't read anything about it at all, only that others had gone there and were doing ghost investigations and seemed to have lots of good EVP's and the like. So we were at our property in KY and decided to head over a few counties to check it out and meet the men who work there and see what all the chatter was about.

The History revealed this information for us:

An antebellum  eight sided three story brick home

In 1847, Andrew Jackson Caldwell laid out the foundation for his new family home. With a desire for distinction, his home would not be a simple structure with four walls like so many others, but an eight sided edifice unique to the region.

Completed in 1859, it would soon become a landmark in the south-central Kentucky area.

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Well, we found out that Andrew Jackson Caldwell was a Mason and he had the octagon shape in mind for a good reason. Or at least he thought it was a good reason.

We also found that there were civil war soldiers there at one time and that it was a hiding place, a hospital, and a residence all in one.

It's truly a beautiful place that is falling into disrepair as it is a museum of the past and needs finances to reestablish it to it's once wonderful grand glory.

I loved talking with the people we met there and we had a wonderful tour of the home. But, right from the moment I walked into the building I was instantly approached by a strong male figure who was not amongst the living. I commanded him in the name of JESUS not to touch me as I felt him on my left arm and back area, standing very close to me.  He wasn't evil, but very interested in why I was there. I took two steps in and felt a woman on my right, she was also interested in why I had come to the home. I moved into the home a few feet more and could feel the children around me. The home was so active I was amazed. I didn't need an EVP device, these spirits were making themselves known.

I walked through each room in the home touching the wood and bricks and it was as if I could hear the LORD tell me the pain that these walls had seen. The fears were very real and horrifying once. Death was everywhere. It was actually overwhelming. Like it was covering the walls of this ancient structure. Not just human death but spiritual death as well! I sat down and listened to the thoughts that were coming to me.  It was a long and I might add, cold visit, as I pondered each room in the home.

I soon felt compelled to walk outside after an hour or so in the house. As I walked out of the house and down the back stairs I noticed the curator of the museum come out on the porch to smoke a cigarette. He sat down in one of the chairs on the porch, I smiled up at him but went out a few yards more into the back yard and I heard the LORD say to me, "you are standing on fingers, bones" and before the Lord finished speaking with me I heard the curator yell out to me from above, "we found fingers right where you are standing, from a recent dig"! I was amazed and told him what I had just heard from the LORD! He said "yes", "I can see that you are getting verification".  I was then led to the back part of the yard, the curator came down to walk with me, and the curator and I walked the back lot towards a few large trees. I was feeling death very strongly and said I feel that there are people literally buried right here, and he said "yes", "there are graves back here everywhere. It was then that my feet were feeling, portions of bodies and with every step I could feel through my feet what I was standing on. It was gravely strange. I could see as if by radar what I was standing on. I felt like crying it was so sad. I could hear the bones crying from the ground. The pain and the sadness was overwhelming. So many young souls gone. So much blood crying from the ground still after all these years! I shared these thoughts with the curator and he said "yes", there were many amputations done here and many were killed and froze to death on these grounds once. Just then I went up to one of the large trees and laid my hands on the cold bark. There were areas where the bark was ripped away and the smooth skin of the tree was exposed in long segments. It was when I touched this that the LORD spoke again and said, "This tree has seen and felt all that you now feel" I said to the curator this tree was talking to me. He said people were hung from the tree and I could certainly feel it. I then felt warm breezes over my face and hands and saw the burial from a day long ago when the master of the home was buried there. The curator showed me his grave. It was so strange. I was feeling things the curator was confirming to me.  I was being led by feelings in my hands and feet and the curator verified everything I experienced. I saw the death in my minds eye of the wife and sorrow all over her. These had been lonely, strange and hard times for these people in these graves. Many young children were present as well. They had all died so early in life and the deaths were very sad. The children here knew little hope! Their lives were not royal or happy. Bitterness kept coming up to me from the ground.

I walked briefly into the slave shack and could not bear the pain and sorrow from this structure. It was fear based and horribly sad. Angry and desperate feelings. I exited immediately. It was as if I walked into a tornado of negative emotions in that shack. I could not stand there as my heart was too heavy. The death and sadness was overwhelming!

I briefly visited the summer kitchen shack and in there it was simply empty. As if no one wanted to be in it. I thought that very strange. It was a step back in time to see all that these women had to do just to prepare one meal! It was an all day ordeal feeding family back in those days.

I went back into the home again and went into the basement now. Touching the walls as I went down the steps, 13 of them actually on the final decent. There was a feeling of confusion, anger, resentment, and grief all over the lower level. It was so thick in the air. Anger was paramount, I was sure. I did not however feel anything focused on me. They (the spirits there) wanted me to know they knew in this life they had made many wrong choices, spirits were everywhere! The voices were coming so fast to me I felt like plugging my ears. These spirits were full of regret! That is where their anger lay, yet they knew it was there own doing their own choices that made them feel this way. As if they were saying we blame only ourselves. There was a strange peace in that to me. Very strange. I know that while we are here in the Land of the Living we are all responsible for the choices we make. Once we cross over to the realm of the dead we have already written our story. It is then finished. Our lives become a tale to be told. No changes can be made. It is History. Yes, HIS story then. The LORD alone keeps the records of our lives. Weather we choose to believe it or not.

I have seen how the angelic realm writes the book of "Teri" or "Kevin" or "You". It is done with extreme caution and perfection! The heavenly messengers keep account of all of us. It's truly amazing to see. I saw this in the 70's while the LORD showed me the process one night in a vision. It was beautiful! Angels appear to us as people while we are alive and we have no clue while we are here in the Land of the Living that they are actually angels, however once we act this way or that, it is documented, what we say and do here. Thus "our" story is written. We NEVER get away with anything here, EVER! The documentation and the "why" is known from the heart by GOD himself!

This was what I was hearing from the spirits for the moment as I was in the basement of this once beautiful home. Regret and despair from poor choices.  I quickly went to the main floor and into the grand room. The room where the families had lived and spent most of their time in, the meetings were held for the Masons in this grand room, the choices were made for the military maneuvers, once upon a time now gone. I felt the wickedness there.  Vindictive spirits, angry and alone! It was awful! The pain and the despair. I felt after 4 hours in this home I could stand it no more.  I wanted to stay all day and night but it was a very cold 38 degrease that day and I was ready to head to warmth for the evening. As much as I loved being there, I felt I could hear no more!

We thanked the wonderful dedicated curators for a lovely day of validation and friendship there at the great museum. I strongly urge others to go and feel the walls and grounds for yourself! See what might be spoken to you.

The home was full of spiritual conversations and insight. We were very glad we spent the day there. So much can be learned from the past when we open the eyes of our hearts!

 

The Connection With Horses

So it was, 1968, I was invited to my friend Wendy's home to spend a day hanging out on her farm and staying for dinner.

I had never been to her farm before so I was very excited! We were planning to ride horses and spend time talking about boyfriends and what was going on in our lives. Just an easy, relaxing day.

Wendy was a sweet, tall, beautiful girl who was very shy and didn't have a lot of friends. When I met her I was instantly impressed with her genuine kindness, She and I felt as if we had known each other our whole lives. Like best friends.

I drove over to Wendy's. I had only been driving for a week or two.
I had a little corvair which was so much fun. I pulled up to this big beautiful house in the country in Pinellas Park Florida.
I was over whelmed at how beautiful this home was. I had never known anyone who lived in such a nice home.
I was very impressed. This was all so amazing to me.
 

We made our way to the barn to saddle up the horses and found we would be riding with Wendy's older sister and some of her sisters friends as well.

I sure didn't mind, because I was just happy to be there and I hadn't ridden horses in such a long time.  I was really just simply elated to be there and have been offered this fun opportunity.

Since we were the younger and later to come alongside Wendy's sister and her friends, we got the horses that the older girls didn't want to ride.  I ended up with a horse called "Christmas".

This was the largest horse of them all. I had never seen such a big boy! Very tall in stature. Very spirited. Just beautiful! He was a bit intimidating. Wendy said he is usually pretty good though and as  long as I knew how to ride, he should be OK.

I felt very unsure about Christmas. And had asked to switch with someone else. They all laughed and said, no way!

So I was the lucky one!

I could feel in my gut that this may not go well for some reason. I kept thinking, maybe I shouldn't ride today at all? This was a really big horse and I am not feeling good about him. There is a strange aura around all this. I thought to myself, I don't want to be a bummer here, so maybe I'll just  ignore my intuition for once and ride this monstrous horse and that will be the end of it.

 

So, to get up on him I had to stand on the fence he was near to be able to reach his saddle. So, I got up on him and before anyone had left the area, and before I even got my feet in the stirrups completely , Christmas took off like a bat out of hell! I didn't have control of his reigns, I dropped them! I heard Wendy's sister screaming at me "get a hold of those reigns Teri". She was screaming a few other things as well at Wendy , but the sound of Christmas taking off and my heart pounding out of my chest in that instant, blocked some of the chatter from my ears! This horse was running as fast as he could! He was on his own. What do I do now, I thought? So I wrapped his hair from his mane around my hands very tightly  just to hold on, and off we flew. I was bouncing around on this ole boy like a bobber in the water! I knew I had to get in sync quick!  I kept trying to get my feet firm in the stirrups and as he was picking up speed on a full run I was hanging on for my life. I finally with all my bouncing got my foot in one stirrup securely and then was able to get into the other one, WHAT a RELIEF! 

I was now in control, or at least I thought I was!

Christmas ran towards the barn and went right to the lowest part of the roof that hung low to try to push me off his back! I laid on him so low ducking from the barn overhead  I was almost hanging off the side of him! This horse was possessed! He wanted me off of him...NOW! He tried to brush me off of him by inching his body up against the side of the barn as we ran in full gallop alongside it! He was determined it was either me or him! He then after failing to knock me off or slam me off, picked up into a full run, I truly only had his mane to hold onto. I remember thinking to myself, tell him to stop! So I tried talking to him. I said in a commanding voice, Christmas whoa! I repeated this several times. He didn't even slow down for a second. I kept trying to grab for his reign. I could not let go of his mane long enough to reach it, as we were going so fast and I was bouncing like crazy. He was running now through trees on the property and I thought to myself, he's going to try to knock me off again by a low tree limb!

This horse has a mind of his own, and he's not stupid!!

I was so afraid he was going to injure me somehow. So I started to pull back on his mane hard! Telling him to slow down. I inched my hands up his mane a bit and wrapped my hands tightly into his mane and pulled back again, screaming as he ran Whoa!!! It was then that I prayed, GOD please help me!! I kept trying to speak to this horse with mental telepathy, could he hear me? He wasn't listening to my commands to slow down. With that prayer, the horse came to an almost dead stop. He slowed just enough before stopping so I could get a good grasp of more hair! Then we were stopped. Just like that. The others riders were all behind me, catching up to me one by one. Wendy's sister got to me first and was furious with Christmas. She asked me to get down off him, but he was so big, getting down was going to be an issue for me. So she jumped off her horse and grabbed his reigns and walked us back to the barn area. It was a long way back.  Everyone was amazed I was still on the horse! I had travelled  really far with him running at full speed. I was surprised at just how far. The other horses were left in the dust! This Christmas was some kind of a horse. When I finally got off of him with the help from the fence, I walked up to the front of him and said to him, WHY?

I could feel his anger. He had a very mischievous spirit. I felt he was taunted by it. But what could I do?

I walked away from him feeling like it was all so incomplete.

This lesson in my life taught me that not just humans suffer with spirits, but so do animals. I will never forget the fear I felt as Christmas ran towards the barn roof over hang trying to knock me off of him. This wasn't simply a horse gone running, he was being agitated by a spirit who was dead set against me and was going to do me harm. I am so grateful to GOD for HIS amazing protection and for giving me the insight to hang on and what to do to stay on that horse! I know the meaning of "Christmas", in more ways than one now!

Truth is always so much stranger than fiction!

 

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 Mimick

So, I usually try to find time to do a post of my experiences somewhere in the early morning hours to post on my blog. It usually works better for me that way, as I can sit back quietly and reflect on that certain time in my life and remember what I endured from whatever I experienced.  

I decided to sit down Monday morning this week around 9:30 am, this June of 2017, in my office, instead of waiting until the wee hours to do my posts. I just felt it would be o.k. once in a while to break patterns and just write a quick experience or two.

On this particular morning however I was having my coffee in the dining room before heading into  the office and  I happened to notice one of my plug-ins in the wall, was empty! Plug-ins are an Air Wick product you plug into the wall outlet in any room to fragrance the room. I enjoy them so much and always have them plugged in  all throughout the house. So I got up to check the rest of the plug ins and as I walked from room to room I noticed they were all empty, and still plugged in. I thought to myself, that can't be safe, can it? The little plastic plug ins with the glass centers can get so hot when they are empty. 

So I decided to collect them all from the walls throughout the house, and I set them on the counter in the kitchen. There were about 7 of them by the time I made my rounds throughout the house.

Finally! I thought to myself, I can "now" go into the office and begin writing an experience or two. It's funny how just when you want to start writing, you start noticing all sorts of little distractions.

So, here I was, heading into the office with my coffee and a few notes I had written down for my post which I had in my hand.

I headed to the office through my kitchen and as I did, I hit one of the plug ins with the note paper I was holding, that was too close to the edge of the counter, and it caused the plug in to fly off the counter and hit the floor with a loud crash and bang! It sounded terrible! It sounded as if I broke the glass portion of the plug in.

It startled me, I was afraid glass would be all over the floor it made such a crash.  I stopped dead in my tracks, since I had no shoes on!  I stopped and looked around for any glass, I didn't see any, thank GOD! Then I picked the plug in up off the floor, made sure it wasn't broken anywhere else, and set it back on the counter. This time however I pushed it way in deep on the counter so that that could not happen again. I also pushed the other 6 back in a bit as well. There now!

And again, I'm off to the office!

I opened my laptop and began writing about an experience from long ago, not two minutes had passed when all of a sudden I heard a huge bang and crash in the kitchen, it sounded like glass breaking on the tile floor! Just like the crash I just heard from the plug in I knocked over earlier, I mean the exact same noise! I thought to myself, what the heck was that? There is no way that plug in fell off the counter!

I got up and ran into the kitchen to see what happened.

I stood there for a moment, glancing all over the kitchen floor area.

No crash! Nothing out of place on the counters, and all 7 plug ins were on the counter! What the heck is going on here?

 I could not believe that just happened!

I went back to the computer in my office and sat down and started to write again. I wondered what the heck was that! It mimicked the exact same noise of the plug in I knocked over? Ten minutes passed as I pounded away at the keyboard and then again, the crash and bang and cracking sound again was so loud in the kitchen! I ran again into the kitchen and saw nothing out of place!

No broken glass on the tile floors?

Why is this happening?

I then thought to myself, you must be kidding me! I am trying to concentrate and write on my blog and I have somehow entered the realm of the paranormal? So I quickly rebuked the force that was playing with me and went back to my blog!

I have to laugh as I write this because I stopped writing about the previous experience and added this one instead!

We never know what is going to happen at any given time in a day.

I thought I would share this with you as it was truly so unexpected.

I do get tired of this sort of thing always happening, but it is strange how just when you think you're alone.....well you know. you are never really alone!

These entities have the power to mimic sounds.

How strange is that? Why? To get our attention. Do not give them your attention! That will never go well for you. Rebuke and bind them and go on with your day!

Call me if you need help doing that.

The Unfamiliar Voice

 

So, the other day I was sitting at my desk in the front room of our home. I was busy working on paperwork which I needed to complete. I was just finishing up. I was fully engrossed with putting letters into envelopes to stamp, address and walk to the mail box.

 

I had noticed what a wonderful breezy morning it was as I glanced out the large front window. It almost made me stop to admire the beautiful palms and Bird of Paradise out the front window swaying in the breeze.

It was then out of nowhere I heard it.

 

A mans voice almost directly behind me, said very clearly, "hello".

 

I stopped immediately and turned around fully expecting someone to be there! But who? I don't know that voice I thought in an instant, I've never heard that voice before. It sounded as if it were someone in their 50's perhaps, not young but, not old!

 

As I turned to look, "no one was there"!

Because the voice sounded so strange to me, I did not reply to answer it. Being a demonologist, I am very careful to whom or what I interact with.  I choose to not respond.

I stood up now and walked into the living room, I could feel a presence but I saw nothing.

I waited a moment as I stood there, feeling the energy in the room. Finally I said out loud, In the name of JESUS leave this home NOW!

I immediately felt the energy leave.

I welcomed the Holy Spirit into the home and asked that HE search out the entire home and cleanse it immediately. I knew what I had heard was not kosher at all. It wasn't anyone here in the land of the living. It had to go immediately!

 

Why do I share this? What do you need to know of this?

Simply this.

Never speak to an entity that comes upon you suddenly.

There are spiritual energies out there that want your attention. But what you focus on is your business, not theirs!

Always be in charge and in full control when something strange happens to you. Don't let fear over take you. Keep your head about you. Look for obvious answers. Debunk it if you can and if you cannot, MOVE ON! Go to the only one who can help, and is always available instantly ONLY JESUS has the power and authority you need to take hold of the situation. HE is in the spiritual realm, HE has full authority and can deliver you instantly from any form of attack. We simply only need to call on Him! ANY FORM of attack at all! The wonderful news is also, he will give you His peace to walk through the moment. You are truly never alone!

After I called on the Holy Spirit, I simply went back to work.

I didn't give this stranger a moment of my time.

This is our time to live, this is our reality, not theirs!

There are surely spirits about just as there are Angels and other forms of energy, be in control! Take the authority and control of your own life.

Being alone by yourself and having something attack you is never easy, but at least come well equipped to the fight!

Be at peace.