Out Of Body Experience

 

So, I can honestly say, I spent the better half of my life NOT believing in the ability to leave your body. I honestly thought that was something that desperate people said to gain attention.

I thought at one point that all the strange things that happen to us only happen here, on this earth, until one evening when it happened to me!

I had gone to sleep that night just like any other night.

I had curled up in bed with my good book. Read for a while and then off to sleep I went. Nothing special at all that night, just my normal routine.

Sometime in the middle of the night I heard a man call my name.

Yes, a man called my name!

I woke up to hear him call me again. He clearly said "Teri".

I heard him call me a third time and I also heard him say on the third call, "Come". There was a mono tone in his voice. Kind, firm and it was authoritative and certainly male. I didn't question the call at all. I simply obeyed. How I obeyed though I don't recall.

I somehow just exited my body!

I simply was in my body one moment and not in the next! I don't know how. I clearly saw my body lying on the bed, still, pale, odd.

I thought perhaps I was dying?

The male voice assured me, I was not dying. I thought to myself, gee, that's odd he can hear my thoughts, and then I never gave it another thought. Like I already knew that to be true.

I watched myself for a moment lying in bed and then off we both went, he said "Come" once again and I followed somehow. Just like that, we were off!

I went off to another world, or perhaps dimension. It happened quickly. I left from the corner of my bedroom and went right through the roof following him. I don't know how, I just did! It was amazing as the stars went by me. The moonlight, the calm and yet we traveled at an amazing speed. I was so in the moment with my host I didn't question a single thing! I just went as if I'd done this a thousand times. Perhaps I have!

Why am I sharing this now? I want you to know this is truth. This happens! People are visited in the night hours and day hours and taken from their bodies to other worlds and dimensions. These are facts! I never did believe until it happened to me.

Now I not only believe, I know for certain life is not just what meets the eye, it is so much more. So much more wonderful and amazing. Keep your mind open so you can know the oracles of this life! We are not alone at all. We never were and we never will be!

 

The Silver Ship

 

So, about a week ago I was rushing through the house cleaning like crazy. Friends were coming over and I had spent most of the day doing laundry, dusting and mopping floors. This is no small task for me. I have two different types of wood floor's in the house and because we have a salt water, water softener I have to do my floor cleaning with a dry cloth and pretty much on my knees. It takes an additional 30 minutes to do a 15 minute floor wax.

So as I was finishing up the floors I decided to hand scrub the floor boards. I realized my cleaning cloth for the floor boards was outside drying on my towel rack. I hung it there earlier to dry in the sun on the rack for the pool towels, so I quickly ran outside to grab the cloth. I remember thinking, "I have so much I need to get done this morning" as I ran outside for the cloth.

I grabbed the cloth and headed back into the house.

As I did, I turned to look back towards the house and there it was!

As big as life!

As bright as a star!

Who could have thought in a million years I would find myself right then and there confronted with a large silver UFO hovering over the back yard of the neighbors house?

I stopped dead in my tracks and starred at the silver object for less than a minute. As I started looking closer at it and began heading in it's direction it vanished instantly right before my very eyes! Just gone! It didn't take off, it didn't go behind a cloud, it just disappeared instantly. I stood there staring at the sky to see if it would reappear. I ran inside the house to tell my son what I had just seen. Imagine his shock!

I explained to my son it was really unique looking. I had never seen that particular shaped UFO before. It made no noise at all and it was truly just beautiful to behold. It was very bright silver.

It may have been so bright from the reflection of the sun as this was in broad daylight. And then I explained how it just disappeared!

We both just stood there. Why did this happen?

We're both so busy!

 

As I headed back to finish my chores, I kept looking outside again to see if this craft would reappear. It did not.

How absolutely strange is that? When you least expect something to happen, it happens. It so caught me unaware again as they have done in the past.

When extraterrestrial crafts want to reveal to you, they simply do. No real rhyme or reason. At least none I know of at this moment!

 

I'm simply grateful that I saw something I hadn't seen before.

I had seen other peoples drawings of this particular type of craft however, I had never seen this type until last week.

The take away here is this, we are not alone in the universe. Keep looking up! I believe it's my nature now to always look up.

I wonder how many people have had these same things happen to them but because they aren't looking up, they miss these opportunities?

I'm sure there is a reason this happens also. I'll probably have more to share soon.

Until then....Keep looking up!

 

Fear for a Night

 

So, I was very young and living in Wisconsin. It was a cold evening as I remember. My sister and I had a bedroom in the attic of our new home that we shared. The rest of the family slept on the second floor. We were five years apart my sister and I. She is the older. This upper room was always very quiet. It was also one floor away from the bathroom, so getting around in the dark at night was never any fun. Since it was lights out at 7:00p.m. back then.

I remember waking up one night in the cold winter and in the moonlight from a gable window in our small bedroom, the light from the moon was beaming in. It was so bright! It was so pretty!

I'm pretty sure it was the moon light anyway?

That would have been no big deal, except that the light was illuminating my sister, completely. She was not lying in bed under her covers as I  would have thought her to be, she was actually sitting on the edge of her bed with her feet dangling over the side and starring out the small window into the moonlight with her eyes wide open and with I could see a very scary half smile on her face.

It was as if she were transfixed on something.  She seemed to be in a freeze frame almost, she wasn't even blinking. I was to young to know if she was asleep sitting there or what was happening to her. I remember being overcome with a horrifying fear. Her face scared me being so transfixed so I yelled out to her several times to stop smiling like that, stop it, and lay down and go back to sleep. I remember telling her to "Stop scaring me", stop it right now! After I had said it for the fourth time she blinked. But did not move. Her face expressions never altered as if she were truly frozen like that.

Nothing moved. Not her smile not her hands or her feet. she was just staring out the window in the moonlight.

I was completely creeped out by her behavior. The moon had lit her face up and I was so transfixed looking at her. It was so unlike anything that had ever happened before. It was so scary actually. I could not look away.  She seemed to be communicating with someone, but I couldn't see anyone.

What was she looking at? I was much to afraid to look myself.

I just wanted her to stop smiling like that!

 

All of a sudden with out any prodding from me, she laid back down and said "goodnight". She was fast asleep and I was left sitting in my bed still watching her, I was absolutely frightened to death.  I was wrapped up in my covers. I remember that I ran over to her bed and shook her because I was crying and afraid and I said stop what your doing your scaring me. She woke up and looked at me as if I were nut's and said, "Teri stop it, get in your bed and get to sleep. Leave me alone. What are you talking about"? Then she said it again to me, Get to bed, leave me alone.

I didn't understand, how could she not remember what she had just taken part in? Didn't she know she was sitting there staring out the window?

Because she was older than me I remember thinking, "she told me twice to leave her alone, maybe I better leave her alone".

With that and being about 4 years old, I climbed back into my bed and laid there crying and afraid and finally fell asleep. I remember not wanting to look at her anymore it was so scary. I was really shaken by what had just happened.

 

I will never forget that night as  long as I live. I hadn't known fear until that night and it changed everything for me. I didn't know it existed! I have later found out that my sister does not sleep walk. She wasn't sleep sitting that night either. Something entirely different was happening to her. I have shared this story with her but she doesn't remember much of it. We were both so young. It's something that made a profound impression on me.

 

Spiritual and extraterrestrial happenings don't just all of a sudden happen to us, they have been happening to us since childhood. We usually forget about these things as our lives move on and we grow up. We don't want to remember the fear and we don't want to even talk about it. I know I didn't want to. I wanted to just forget about the whole thing. But I never could! I  have not been able to forget and have a better memory I think because I questioned everything that happened to me as a child.

Today I see clearly what was going on.

It's all part of a lifelong experience.

Extraterrestrials have been in my life for as long as I can remember.

I encourage you to try to remember your early experiences. I'm sure you have suppressed them if you don't remember them.

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

Even on a cold dark night in a attic bedroom!

We are spiritual beings on a human journey.....Remember?

The Night of the Collection

 

So, it was 2012, I was at home in St. Petersburg. It was a night just like any other night. I was getting ready for bed, so I drank my last cup of coffee and jumped in the sac with a good book.

I fell asleep quickly as I had been working very hard that day doing this and that for MUFON meetings throughout the state. I'd been on the computer all day and had several cases on the CMS I was working on as well. I was just mentally worn out.

 

I got up in the middle of the night to use the restroom, as I have this bad habit of drinking coffee late into the night and I never seem to make it all the way through till morning.

I remember thinking, I'm so groggy, and a bit sore on my right side. I was so very tired however I didn't turn the light on or look to see why I was sore. My right side near my hip just hurt a bit. I remember thinking, what the heck did I do now? I was just so tired I wanted to get right back in bed to get back to sleep. I felt as if I'd been drugged I was so tired. I could hardly walk back to the bed. The moment I got back to the sac, I was out like a light.

 

I woke up the next morning and headed right to the shower, my usual routine, brushed my teeth and  headed back to the bedroom to get dressed. I was wrapped in a towel and drying off as I walked past my closet mirrored doors. As I did I glanced in the mirror for just a moment. I noticed a red spot on my right hip area and I came to a dead stop and starred at it in the mirror. I tried to see it closer. I said out loud, "what the heck is that"? On further inspection I could clearly see two slices in my hip. The top slice was a bit longer than the bottom slice. They both had a scab of dried blood on them. There was blood on both of them! I touched the spot and then yelled out "Ouch!" It was then that I remembered it was the same area that bugged me when I'd gotten up last night to use the restroom. I took a picture of the slices and reported it to a few MUFON friends. I tried to remember what had happened as I slept that night? I had no idea how I had gotten these from a super soft pillow top mattress? I looked for blood on the white sheets on the bed, but not a drop could be found. I checked my nighty and not a bit of blood was on it either? I took pictures of the bed and the nighty for documentation. How did this happen? My side was very sore to touch but it didn't bother me otherwise. The blood was dried on the wounds even after the shower I had taken. I thought that was odd. Why didn't the blood wash off? It was in a scab form, but it just didn't wash off.

I later spent some time with a regression therapist and an abduction specialist who believed I had been the victim of an extraterrestrial bone marrow collection. That did seem to be where the collection would have been taken from.  I was so foggy that night,  I remembered thinking I wasn't usually that foggy, what could have made me that way? That was just odd. I wondered why? Why would they need my bone marrow? What do they do with it? I'm sure I'm not the only one who wonders this way after something with high strangeness happens to them?

 

I had documented this very well and so at that point there was nothing more that I could do. The truth is once this sort of thing happens to you, what exactly can you do? The answer is frankly, nothing! I suppose we will never know the why's on this side of the veil. I'm just grateful I wasn't traumatized through the process. 

I have never been harshly treated and I hear that that isn't always how it goes. My experiences are always on the more humane side.

I never could remember a thing about how this happened. I could not recollect the actual experience. I don't recall any of it.

It happened for certain but I just don't know how.

I sleep in a very soft and spacious king size bed. It has mattress pads and an extremely soft comforter on it. Nothing in my bed could slice me! Nothing in my room could cause that to happen either. Of this I am certain!

 

And then again,

I had the exact same experience 6 months later. Only this time it was the exact same slices on the left side of my body and in exactly the same area of my body! It was as sore as the time before and the blood was exactly the same. Dried very hard. The top cut was a bit longer than the bottom cut. I had gotten up just as before to use the restroom and I had felt the pain on my left side. I thought to myself, is this the same thing as before? And again, I have no idea why? I was too sleepy to fully wake up and check it out. I thought to myself, I guess this is just what extraterrestrials do as they study a subject. I'm not in control and it's as if I am drugged because I'm unusually groggy after the incident.

I reported these happenings again to the same friends as before and documented the slices on me with pictures. There is nothing else that "can" be done. As before I have no recollection of the actual incident. I felt so groggy when I went to the restroom that night as well. I can only say that I'm

glad that it's over!  It was not unpleasant this time either, as I don't remember any trauma. I hope it never happens again to me and I certainly hope it never happens to you!
 

     

The Infected Baton, Lies We Tell Our Children.

When I was a little girl my parents taught me about Santa Clause, they said he was the reason for Christmas. They told me about the Easter Bunny and said he was the reason for Easter. They told me about Halloween, Thanksgiving and many, many more stories that were partial truths. I never heard about how we poisoned the Indians and stole their land and then slaughtered many and stuck the rest on reservations. I was lied to at school as well. My parents continued on with these partial truths about life, they said all people in authority were to be trusted, They said there were no ghosts, aliens, spirits, and other paranormal subjects.  Everybody it seemed as adults were part of the deception, part of the cover up, part of the big lie.

 

I grew up listening to news reporters who agreed with my parents and said this and then that. Teachers who said this and then that, and in the middle of it all was me. What was I going to make of it all? Who could I trust? Who could I believe and where was the truth?  Our government, our presidents, our wars, the youth of America, where was

 the truth?

 

It occurred to me after the Vietnam war  and some of the music I had heard questioning everything happening at that time, that something WAS VERY wrong. Something was wrong with what my parents taught me. I think even they were beginning to see it for the first time themselves.

 

When I was having experience after paranormal experience I figured out I was ill prepared for the truth! I had no idea what to do about so many situations I found myself in. The world was not a beautiful place after I had been raped twice by the time I was 16. The dis-service my parents did towards me was to make life look like a bowl of cherries, when in fact there were moments when it was more like a rotted bowl of fruit.

 

Just consider this, if we were to stop lying, just start telling the children the truth. Shut off the radio, T.V. and internet and sit down and start a conversation with our children and grandchildren and educate them about the truth that is our lives.  Prepare them for the situations that we found ourselves struggling with, just consider the difference it could make for them!

 

We would no longer give birth to sheeple, we would give birth to truth, education and empowerment, wisdom and understanding. We would not have to prepare the children, they would be well equipped to handle odd situations, they would understand misinformation tactics and not be easily led astray from TRUTH.

 

I found out later in life myself. I woke up in my late thirty's. Much of the damage had already been done with my children. I had to try to reeducate them as young adults. Could they ever trust me again for feeding so many partial truths to them as I had been fed myself. I was passing an infected baton onto them. TRUTH was beginning to surface now, like the truth about tobacco, drugs and worthless investments. But hey, I'm awake! I'm a true survivor! I delight in the TRUTH. It's a way of life for me now. I won't stand with those who continue the cover-ups. 

I implore you to wake up!

 

There are angels, aliens, ghosts, and odd paranormal things going on in this life. GOD is who HE said HE is and HE is so much bigger than religions would have you believe. People are not all good. There are many sick and twisted minds out there, yes, even in authority over us, who are wicked and function from self gain. Greed and power are their motto. They mean you NO GOOD at all. They want to control you. But now it's your choice. What do you say?

 

Just don't lie to the children. They are our future. Prepare them for all of life!

We are spiritual beings on a human journey. There are many facets to this life. Open their eyes and let them work out their own path. After all, we are all walking each other home. No one gets out of this life alive in the body.

Missing Time

Missing time.

So many people have asked me over the years if this is a real phenomenon.

Yes, it is. I would never say yes, if I wasn't absolutely sure!
 

I don't know why we experience it actually when it happens to us, but I'm certain that it exists. There is something that has happened within that time frame to us that either the spiritual realm or the extraterrestrial beings we encounter do not want you to recall. Thus "Missing Time".

I have said many times when I'm sharing an experience, I only share what has happened to me personally because it is only this that I know for certain. I may mention others experiences from time to time but I never state with any certainty if it is real, unless I know them personally and they are reputable and not given to false testimonies.

While in St. Petersburg in 1979 I experienced missing time. The oddity of it all however is that I didn't realize it for over 29 years.

At that time in my life in 1979 I was having many new happenings.

 I had seen my first Extraterrestrial being up close, as well as the craft he was in, and also the two

small greys that were assisting him.
I also had many paranormal experiences that year as well.

Missing time is just that. You can't easily remember what happened, where you were or where you went. I remembered bits and pieces from time to time throughout the years. Not that I wanted to, it just came back to me.

Some of it came to me unexpectedly. Other moments were revealed through times while in deep thought about the experience I had.

I always pondered these things once I remembered this or that, but never spoke of them out load to anyone. The other remembrances were from regression therapy I had with a highly trained regression therapist that helped me remember the experience without leading me into false memories.

When I was younger I was always afraid of what someone might think of me if I mentioned I had seen an unidentified object and an alien being. I'm no longer concerned with the judgments of others.
The experiences I have had to live with and ponder over the years have made me aware that we are not alone here on Earth. Regardless of what others think. I know what I saw! Not to mention the fact that I was certain I was on the craft at another abduction scenario that took me out of this world as well. Had I known I had experienced missing time from these encounters It would have helped me to remember more. I didn't believe in Extraterrestrials when I had the missing time, and I didn't know there was such a thing as missing time! I would never have mentioned anything about it at the time had I known about it.  I'm sure. I was in a place of shock and I didn't understand what had happened to me.

I now understand what happened and I am no longer concerned with what people may think about anything I have personally had to live through! I have stopped trying to defend my experiences. They belong to me, and no one else.
Everyone has their own life experiences, some of mine just happen to include missing time.

 

The night I had my experience in 1979 and shared it with my Mother and her husband, they had told me it was 4:00 a.m. in the morning when I arrived at their home. I believed it should have been 2:30 a.m. I thought  they were simply mistaken because they were so sleepy because I had woke them up. Now I understand I had missing time and it all makes perfect sense.

When it comes to extraterrestrial encounters I take nothing for granted any longer. This is an area where I continue to learn more and more about off world beings and the interactions of human and aliens. I never know when the next encounter will take place, but this I know, when it does happen again, I'll continue to learn from the experience.

Missing time or not.

 

The Birthday Present

It was 1969, May 26th, my 17th birthday, and I was hanging out with a couple good friends. We were talking and listening to music as was very popular back then. I had driven over to the apartment of my friend Jerry and my best friend Eddie came over to kick off a birthday celebration they had wanted to do for me.

 Eddie was like a boyfriend in a way, but there were no real serious feelings there, we were just great friends, all of us. We got together often and hung out. We all enjoyed guitars, singing, music, walking on the beaches here in Florida and the like.  I couldn't think of a better way to spend my birthday. Doing nothing special but enjoying the day with friends.

 

Just before 11:00 p.m. in the evening that night after a full day at the beach, the park and dinner, I was ready to head home. Jerry and Eddie decided however they would "Turn me on" to what they called a joint, something they both enjoyed

 and had been bugging me about trying throughout the day. I had just laughed at them earlier and said, thanks, but NO thanks. I really wasn't into anything I shouldn't have been doing back then. I was pretty much a straight laced type of girl.  I didn't ever look for trouble like my two friends here.  I had never given into peer pressure as I was usually the one to take a firm stance. Both Jerry and Eddie, who were older than me by a year or two simply hounded me relentlessly all day. They teased me about being so narrow minded and goody two shoes, as well as being funny and sweetly suggesting I should just let my hair down and try what everyone else was doing just once to see if I liked it. After 6 hours of offering this silly joint to me, I said at 11:00 pm OK, OK, I'll try one hit and then please leave me alone! I've got to get home.

They said, "this is your Birthday Present"!

 

So, there we were, sitting in Jerry's two story apartment off 5th Avenue in St. Petersburg, we were in his living room next to the stairway leading down to the outside door. It was dimly lit with candles and a hall light, so Jerry passes the joint to Eddie and Eddie passes the joint to me. Just as I begin to take a draw like they showed me on this joint, I see something white in my peripheral vision of my left eye. I first look at Jerry's face before I turned to see what it was, and I quickly glanced at Eddies horrified face and then glanced over to see what the white light was to my left. To my horror, I saw what appeared to be a white misty like ectoplasm forming into a person, it was quickly growing longer and forming more and more, until I could make out a very frightening demonic looking face. The ghostly face was well formed now and incredibly strange, like nothing I had ever seen before. I was intently starring into the face of this apparition which all of a sudden came at me with lightening speed and went right straight through me. I literally felt it come through me, I almost heard it as if it made a swooshing sound in my ears. It was like nothing I could have ever even imagined. Jerry and Eddie both screamed out loud, "what the hell is that", as they rose from a sitting position and ran down the stairs, leaving me stunned and frightened beyond belief. I don't know how I got up and made it down the stairs, I was literally in a frenzy to get out of that room.  I remember running into a coffee table and almost falling on my face but somehow getting to the stairs and heading out into the warm night air and joining Jerry and Eddie on the front lawn. They where white as sheets the both of them and kept screaming what the hell was that, what the hell just happened up there?

I asked them what they saw and both of them replied, I have no idea what that thing was. A ghost? I asked if they had ever had anything like that happen to them before. They replied, "oh hell no". So we all tried to calm down and get a grip of the moment. We had to stop screaming, it was late at night and we were standing in the front yard talking loudly. I remember saying, I am so freaked out,  I have to get away from here right now. They asked me where I was going, I said up to Royal Castle to get a coffee and think, I'm sure never going back up there again, as I pointed to the stairs! They followed me up to the Royal Castle and we all sat there drinking coffee and going over and over again what had happened to us. We couldn't make sense of any of it, it was just horrifying. How did it get there? We were all at a loss for knowing

what we saw.

 

All of a sudden I realized I had been rubbing my eyes relentlessly while talking. At this point both Jerry and Eddie said you better stop doing that, your eyes are so red and swollen, you don't look good. I went into the restroom and looked at my eyes. What I saw was frightening. The clear covering of my eyes was sagging out of the corners, it was so sore and itchy, I splashed water on my eyes and the burn almost caused me to scream out loud. I could NOT stop rubbing them, the itch was off the charts. I was in constant pain with the itching. Both Jerry and Eddie were so freaked out over the nights experience they both decided to head home around 2:00 a.m.  I said I was going home as well. But I didn't go home. I stayed at the Royal Castle another couple of hours with ice chips on my eyes. Finally at around 5:00 a.m. I started driving around looking for a doctors office to park at to wait for it to open. I thought if I could just get some sleep in the car I would be there when they got in, in the morning. I wondered how this itching had happened, was it from the apparition going through me? It did start just after the happening. What did this experience do to me? Why didn't it do anything to Jerry or Eddie?

At around 6:00 a.m. a nurse was getting out of her car to walk into the Dr.'s office and I got out of my car and asked her to please help me. She said they didn't open for an hour yet and I said that's OK, I'll stay right here in the car until you do. She said I looked horrible and asked what had happened to me. I wasn't about to tell her, so I said my eyes just started itching and I needed help because I can't stop itching them. She told me I was the worst case she had ever seen and said "use some self control", your eye's are in trouble you may have damaged them. I sat and waited for the Doctor.

Once he finally got there he prescribed me drops and gave me samples and sent me on my way.

I never told anyone about this for years. Not even my Mom. Jerry and Eddie were afraid to remain friends with me as they both thought I was the reason for the apparition. They were so freaked out by this we hardly ever spoke again. I was so hurt. How could they  blame this on me? I don't even know what we saw.

Some Birthday Present I thought, I'm never touching that stuff again!

 

When you're young these kinds of experiences teach you about who your friends are and aren't. I learned a lot from this. Both from the Paranormal side of life as well as the normal. Is there a normal?

I really wonder.

 

Definition of: Ectoplasm, An immaterial or ethereal substance, especially the transparent corporeal presence of a spirit or ghost.

Demons & Unclean Spirits (or Ghosts)

The original meaning of the Greek word "daimon" (and its derivations), as written in some of the books of the New Testament bible, were changed over the next two millennia into today's current beliefs and teachings about devils and demons. If we were to look at some other passages containing the word "daimonion" in the gospels of the New Testament, we would see that the meaning is synonymous with "unclean spirit" (For example, compare Mark 1:23 with Luke 4:33). Jesus, we read, spoke to the unclean spirits and they obeyed, leaving the bodies of the possessed. This is important to understand, because we read that Jesus taught (found in numerous passages of the Bible) that people should look to be clean and pure within. For example, in Matthew 23:26, we are told that Jesus scolded the Pharisees to "...first clean that which is within the cup and platter, so that which is outside might also be clean." Interestingly, most near death experiences share a common theme in that many encounter a "life-review" which seems to be a "cleansing process within" in order to help the recently-deceased transition from the physical world unto the next. This experience often occurs after the tunnel of light and meeting of loved ones on the other side of the grave.

 

Conversations with a Light Being

So, last night I had a ball of light come to me and it felt like an old wonderful friend.

I know that must sound strange but I was in a state of almost being awake when this beautiful orb light appeared to me.

It was as if I were expecting the visitor some how, I have no reason to expect it but here it was! It was exciting!

I was extremely comfortable sitting and chatting with this light. Like two old friends getting together.  It seemed very normal somehow.  It was radiating it's love for me and concerns for my personal, physical, emotional and oddly my financial life. I had been thinking along these lines from time to time recently. Wondering what I should do about finances at my age now?

 I wasn't sure how this entity came to me, there I was and it just appeared right before me. I was glad to have the fellowship of the light and it seemed comfortably familiar.

I wasn't the least bit afraid of it.

I accepted this light without any attitude on my part whatsoever.

Not a hint of a second thought! 

 

We spoke of so many personal things together. I was completely comfortable the entire time. I shared my heart! We looked together at my finances and discussed what I was doing in my "awake" life. I realized fully I was not completely awake at this time.  I was in the realm "between" where this light had come to me before many times. It was like having a life coach from the light sharing with me. Guiding me here in this life! I know that sounds odd. But this is a true account of this night. It never judged me or spoke harshly. The voice was steady and focused on my life and the results I would glean from this experience. It led me through a thinking process to "take a look at" where I was and where I was heading. Perhaps like a concerned father would, gently making suggestions to me and then watching delightfully as I excepted it's guiding conversation. I never knew a loving father in my life. So this was a huge comfort to me. It was the closest thing to a father in my estimation. He led me to see why I needed to chose this way or that way. HE let me find the way on my own. He would simply watch me make the right choice. I could see that this pleased him!

 

As I was speaking with "Him" after what seemed like hours, I started to feel the curious urgency to cough, and excused myself in His presence. I coughed a few times and then felt rather embarrassed that I had to really cough again, and still again. Then I started coughing really hard again and this time I coughed so hard I found myself awake in bed, sitting up and coughing really hard, as I sat up in bed with my hands covering my mouth I wondered if He had allowed me to feel this need to cough to end our conversation?

 

It's been a feeling that still engulfs me as I sit here writing this blog of the evening and early morning visitor.

He is now gone, and so is my need to cough?

 

I woke knowing I am deeply loved and cared for from beyond the understanding of this life. HE oversees me throughout my days here in this life and HE cares about what I'm doing!

 I am so very grateful.

It is truly a wonder how HE comes to me, but I believe these are my little visits with GOD himself.

I think we all have these from time to time, I was just lucky enough a few times to wake and remember them.

I hope you can as well.