The Guest Validation

So, it was June of 2018. I was conducting a Mutual UFO Network meeting in Lakeland Florida as I usually do. We had flown in a very popular T.V. personality to stay with us as well as some local friends while he was here.  

After he spoke at our meeting he came to stay with us at our home instead of staying in a hotel. We had a wonderful bedroom set up for him in our studio/office. He loved the set up and we all had a great time doing interviews and visiting with good friends while he was with us. He was pleased to be in our studio/bedroom as he was going to be on his LIVE Pod cast that next night, and he wanted to be in the studio to use it for that reason.

Everything was going just fine. We all were having a wonderful visit together.
We never shared much about our home and how many odd & strange things had occurred here. It just never came up.

 

That night as he slept in the studio he thought he had seen our little dog, "Lovey" in the room with him,  (our small black, tan and white chihuahua who is about 6 lbs. or less) . He said he saw this a few times throughout the night. He also reported something was running around the room, low to the ground along the floor boards, but he could not see it clearly and it didn't make any sound. He also said as he lay in bed that night, he felt someone get in the bed with him, and they were laying right next to him as he could feel their breath on his face.  He said that, "that incident" really frightened him. He quickly rose up and grabbed his phone off the night stand and turned it on to use it as a night light. There was no one there!

It really freaked him out, he just knew someone had gotten into bed with him!  He was sure there was another human in the room with him, but where had they gone? No dog was ever seen again by him that night after this incident.  He said he calmed himself down as he didn't want to wake us all up at that time in the morning, but he was really upset. He said it was hard to fall back off to sleep he was so frightened.

 

The next morning he woke up before anyone else and was eager to tell us of this happening. He was really anxious about it.

We all stood amazed at what he had just shared with us as we had the dog (Lovey) in the kennel all night long. She was not in his room at any time, the door where her kennel is, remains closed while she is sleeping. And our guest's door was also closed. It was impossible for him to have seen "our" dog. 

We also have a very tiny tea cup chihuahua named Wolfgang Tucker who was also in his kennel sleeping all night in our bedroom on the other side of the house with our door shut as well. We have always kenneled our dogs in the evening.

Whatever he saw was NOT a LIVE dog.

 

What our guest did not know, was that I had seen on several occasions in my home over the last few months, the exact same thing! I had shared this with several people who our guest did not talk to. What I thought was my dog, in the house, was actually a brown, low to the ground spirit which moved like a small dog quickly from place to place.  Stopping and then quickly moving again and again. Darting back and forth! It was always seen through my peripheral vision, I thought that very odd. But none the less it was clearly seen, time and again. It was very alarming as I kept seeing it. On two occasions, when I had seen this happening  I had yelled at my son to "please put the dog out", as she was running through the house and I was afraid she may pee in the house acting as crazy as she was. My son then walked into the room I was yelling from and said to me, "Mom, the dog is outside laying in her bed sleeping"! On both accounts I got up to see that what my son told me was in fact accurate. I saw our Lovey sound asleep in her bed on the pool deck outside, just as he said! I told him what I saw and he shared that the same thing had happened to him a week earlier. My son said he didn't mention it to me then as he thought he maybe could have imagined it. 

 

My husband who was not home while my son and I discussed this incident told us he had seen the exact same thing one evening. We then shared with him what we had both seen as well.

Having our guest see this was very alarming. We had rebuked the small entity and prayed in JESUS name, and thought it was gone. Obviously it wasn't. It had come back.

Some entities are stronger than others.

So again we bound the entity in the name of JESUS, and prayed it would not remain , or return to our home.

We have not seen it again to this date.

 

As for the breathing our guest felt in his room while laying in bed,  we have had many reoccurring issues in our studio with strange happenings. 

A young girl who used to live in this home, was killed in a strange way, years before we bought the home. As sad as that is, there have been sightings of her and voices and strange sounds throughout the house.

Because we are demonologists we are often attacked by forces from other dimensions when we are working with people to set them free from hauntings, possessions and poltergeist activity. From time to time we have to work on these spirits to get them out, more than once. 

We felt our guest unknowingly validated what we already knew. We needed more prayer.

We prayed for him and were glad he had no further issues.
He said he really "Loved" being here in our home! It was just so strange that one night. 

I hope we can get him to return again at the end of the year to be a guest here locally once again.

Truth is always stranger than fiction.

 

The Key

So, here we go again. It's April, 2016. It's only been a few days since our last key experience. And the key thief is at it again. You can't make this stuff up. It's simply ridiculous how keys in this home simply disappear!

When we purchased the home in March of 2016, (last month) we were handed a ring of at least ten keys at the closing. I laughed and shared with my fiancé, these people have a real "key issue" here!

I thought nothing about it after that. They were such an awesome couple. I figured they just wanted a lot of keys?

Well, this week has been my second visit to the key maker thus far!

I can hardly believe that with all the keys given to us I have had to make 3 more house keys already! If you haven't read the

"Key Thief"  in my blog, you should, as that was last weeks post!

 

So, yesterday I asked my son if he would please go to the mailbox to get the mail? I'm still busy painting and unpacking this new home. It's only less than a block away to get the mail from the box. He said he was glad to get the mail for me and off he went.

About four minutes later he came back with the mail and the mail key, which is on it's own key holder and he plopped the mail and key down and said politely with a smile, here's your mail Mom.

Off he went to his room and I grabbed the key chain and put it back on my purse key holder.

That was the last time I saw the mail key!

 

I didn't realize then but the next day when I went to get the mail the key was gone! Just disappeared! It was not on my Key fob.

We have turned the house upside down for hours looking for the key! It's not here! Where can it be? How is it missing from my purse when we are the only ones here all day?

I called my fiancé at work immediately and asked him if he had taken my key to get the mail and didn't tell me about it? He said, "no", I have my mail key here with me on my chain!

I explained we are again missing a key! This is getting old I thought! I'm out $15.00 dollars from the last three keys I had made and now I'm getting mad. (I know I didn't have to spend that much on keys but I had to have the fancy ones!)

So, off I go again to the key kiosk to get another key made! Funny thing is I went to the same one I went to before but this time they didn't have the size key for my mail box I needed. I was so bummed out by that. This means I'm on the hunt for the right size key now. I'm so frustrated by this key caper I'm ready to cry.

As we were leaving the store my fiancé noticed a little box by the front door of the store. It was an automated keymaker box! Shocked to see that there, as I had never noticed it before, I looked into the keys offered and there it was! My size key! We had one made to my amazement in under two minutes and off we went towards home. I couldn't wait to get to the mail box to try it out!

It worked!

I have my key again.

Where the original brass key went, I have no idea.

How it got out of my purse is a mystery to me!

I rebuked the energy that steals key's and were moving on with our lives. It's so strange this issue we have had. I'm praying I don't have to deal with the key thief again!

It's those little things that make you mad at the drop of a hat. I guess the LORD is teaching me to handle these capers a bit better!

I'd still like to know how they disappear though? That will be a lesson for another day I'm sure!

It Came To Me Again Today

 

 

 

I remember being very young. Under two years old. A time when I spoke with my mind. I used my eyes to communicate. It was effortless. But not many understood this.

Maybe just for a moment they would focus on me. They would seem to understand. Then they would move on. As if they had awoken from sleep state. I didn't understand.

I was here. I had a mission. It was known to me then.

I understood that!

 

I spoke with one who always answered me clearly. I knew the voice well. Very well. The voice was male. It was my total comfort.

When I questioned things HE guided me. HE was always with me. Always close. The things HE shared with me were simple.

I felt as I grew HE would show me this and that. HE never left me alone for a moment. I could feel HIS presence. As if we were in communion. A sacred and special place, a time of learning to be here. Every touch, smell and taste, everything I would feel even at that young age, I was making decisions.

 

I clearly remember one morning. This remembrance was more keen to me than any of the others I experienced in my life. As if I could go back to this one point in time in my life and know for sure I truly experienced all of this! I had experienced chocolate custard for the first time. It was an amazing taste to me. A custard that was cold and yet smooth and wonderfully pleasing. I was still very young at this point.

I said to HIM then, well, now, this is it then isn't it?

I have experienced all there is now.

Nothing could be better than this?

I felt HIS warm understanding as I spoke.

HE answered me. "No, Teri, there is so much more"!

I replied to HIM, but I don't want to stay any longer now. And how could there be more I thought? More than this? More than all I have already come to know? I have known love of Mother, Father, brothers and sisters. Food, drink, all the sweet tastes over this time here. Tears of pain and joy. Smells, colors and feelings. I restated to HIM, "I am done now". I'm ready to leave! Again, HE said, very firmly "no, This is another beginning".

This is a beginning, I questioned? I didn't want more, HE kindly demanded in his tone I should know more. Suddenly, trusting HIS authority I no longer questioned HIM.  

Gradually, the remembrance of these conversations and anointed times faded somewhat.

 

Years passed, and I would revisit these moments of complete awareness of HIM and our wonderful moments of truth and knowing. Words were never spoken. It was all through thought.

I didn't question it. It was familiar and normal for me. Comforting and encouraging.

Then life would continue and it seemed I would simply "forget" these times. But each time HE came back and awareness was with me again, It was as it always had been. Like nothing had changed. Even though it truly had.

I used to try to write my thoughts about all this, but things would happen so bizarre here on this side of knowing that I would lose heart.

I find such gratefulness in knowing and being here. It is a privilege. There is much here to know and accomplish yet many are not given to study and learning. Distractions are many and they are made specifically to distract us. 

We are on a spiritual journey. It seems to be disguised as "Life". But there is a reason each of us are here.

I have found the answer. Have you?

It's more than being awake and aware. So much more.

There is only one way. I hope you remember. I hope you find HIM. You already know HIM. HE's waiting for you to remember.

Your story is not much different than mine. We are all truly walking each other home! Home to Jesus, the author and finisher of your faith.



The Unseen Again

So I was in the kitchen tonight making dinner for the guys who were on their way home from a walk in the woods, and I had a very odd interaction with something I could not see.

It gave me goosebumps like I have never had before.

I felt as if whoever the energy came from wanted to get my attention.

I was making a hot chicken breast salad and potatoes for dinner. 

Suddenly I thought I heard a rap on the window near the front door. My two little puppies were running around in the living room, I looked at the front door, I didn't see anything. What was that rapping I thought? I ignored the raping. I thought maybe it was the guy's coming home from the woods. I knew they both had keys to let themselves in so I continued with what I was doing. Everything was going just fine until I opened the two instant potato packages. I cut open the bags of the potatoes with a scissors to add to the piping hot water I had just boiled. I was to add the freeze dried flakes to the water. After I cut the top of the 2 bags of potato's off I left the tops on the left side of the stove. I then took the potato bags over to the right side of my stove to add to the water. 

And then one of the two tops I had cut off, simply flew off the counter into the center of the kitchen floor!

 

I was immediately covered in goosebumps!

It just gave me the creeps for some reason.

I also immediately rebuked the presence that just caused one out of two tops to fly off my counter. I cast the energy out of the house as well.

There was no air flow that was in the kitchen that could have caused the top to fly off the counter like it did. The windows in the house were closed. It's 40 degrees outside. The heat was not running at that moment in the house. There were no fans on either. I was alone in the kitchen, there was no way this could have happened in a normal setting.

O.K., So it got my attention! I thought I heard the raping sound again at the front door, I walked into the living room again to look. Both puppies were staring at the front door, but there was no one there! I wondered if they heard the rapping as well? They seemed to be focused in that direction for a few moments.

I went back into the kitchen, and finished making the dinner salad.

Not sure who or what caused the top to fly off the counter into the middle of the kitchen floor.

Someone or something wanted my attention.

They had it briefly, but it's not here anymore.

These entity's only have the energy we allow them to have. Don't focus on them, get them out of your home immediately!

Keep your eyes on GOD and don't let them keep your attention.

 



A Momentary Glance

So, for Christmas last year I received a gift of a new tablet and I had someone misplace the power cord for it. Not sure how that happened, but one day it was there and the next, well, it just wasn't. I finally got around to purchasing a new cord at the local Best Buy last week and I decided to plug the new power cord in and see what my little tablet could do.
 

I was sitting alone in my living room, reading all the little prompts and studying the tablet. my oldest son was sitting out front on the porch swing, I could see him through the front window.
I was just pushing all the little buttons on the Tablet following the sign in prompts.  I was trying to get the thing connected to the internet. It wasn't working out too well for me. I am a bit technically challenged until I find a path I am comfortable with.
So, I kept pushing buttons and gliding my fingers across the screen. I wanted to get my tablet registered and set up.

 

All of a sudden the camera function came on. I didn't push the camera icon! I could see I was on a totally different page.

I looked into the screen and saw a small grey extraterrestrial standing next to the couch and the table in my living room, he was just a few feet away from me! I starred intently into the tablet looking at him. I saw the coffee table and the bookshelf, the rug on the floor and the alien being, just standing there looking right at me!  I was shocked for a moment! The hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood up! Then I looked up from the tablet to the actual room where he was and he was gone! Just gone. I looked back at the tablet and it was on a different function all together! How did that happen?

O.K., I thought, how "did" that happen? I know I pushed a lot of buttons, but the camera function wasn't one of them. I was trying to register my tablet, not take a picture. I clearly saw an extraterrestrial standing there looking right at me as this function for the camera came on. It was freaky to say the least! A small grey alien. He was no higher than the back of the couch. It happened so fast it was like a flash yet it was a clear depiction that was in the tablet. I could clearly see my whole living room in the camera with a presence in the tablet!  I couldn't  figure out how to take the picture while looking into the camera as I was too amazed at what I was looking at and I didn't know how to take a picture on the tablet yet.!

 I honestly didn't even think to try to take a picture.
It so caught me by surprise!

Me of all people, how did I not think of that?

 

Why, I asked myself?  I asked this several times later. Extraterrestrials seem to show up when you're not expecting them. Then all of a sudden, they're just gone. It's strange, so elusive, 
 I know, but nevertheless that's exactly what happened.

 

I'm grateful once again I had the opportunity to get a glance at an alien being. Even though it was in a very strange manner. There was no time to ask a question or even smile! There was no time to interact, other than the shock it must have seen on my face. I know they don't play games with us, so I have to wonder what the message in that was? Was there a message? Did he just want me to know he was able to be here?  
Perhaps he just did want to let me know, they're still here with me?

I'll except that for now.

Tomorrow is another day, who knows what it will bring?

I tell myself this often, "Truth is stranger than fiction, and believe me, in my life, it really is"!

Wall Banging

 

So, it was July 31st, 2015. Another rainy day in Florida.

I'm home alone and I have many things to accomplish today.
The rain had been 19 days in a row here thus far this month. Today for a few hours it wasn't raining. I took this opportunity to mow the very long grass that had grown in our yard.
I started in the back yard and then went towards the front of the house. When I got to the front of the house right near the front  bathroom area, a huge snake scampered across my path.
It was pretty big and very long. The sound of the mower obviously frightened him and he raced off towards the berm in the front yard almost directly under my feet! I couldn't tell if he was a water moccasin or a black snake he moved so quickly. I watched for him constantly as I finished mowing the rest of the yard, but I was glad I never saw him again.
I went into the house after mowing and jumped into the shower, it was so hot and humid I was just covered in sweat.
I needed that shower and immediately!

About an hour or so later,

I decide to go into the front bathroom to start on my hair. I wanted to flat iron my hair because it's been so damp here all month I was sick of my frizzy looking hair.
I plugged in the flat iron and stood in front of the mirror in my front bathroom now. Before I could even get the comb in my hair something frightening happened.
All of a sudden, three very loud banging's were heard throughout the entire house. It shook the bathroom wall. They came from the outside bathroom wall.
Right next to where I was standing!
The sounds clearly came from the front of the house, But how, they were so loud! It was so very loud I thought it sounds like someone was out front banging bricks on the wall.
That just didn't make any sense.
Who would do that in broad daylight I thought to my self, as my mind raced, and I tried to make sense of this.
I stood there for a moment just mystified.
The banging's lasted about three seconds in total.
It so startled me that after another second or so passed I ran to the front living room window immediately to look to see what that banging could possibly be? 
It was like someone had a bat hitting the wall! Seriously! I expected to see the wall broken.
There was no one there! No one running off. I thought maybe it was a prank of a neighbors child? Not that that had ever happened before. There was no one anywhere at all to be seen!
I saw the cat looking rather traumatized on the front window sill.
She was backed up into the corner of the window. She was staring in the direction of where the banging had come from. Exactly where I thought, the bathroom area!
She looked frozen and afraid.
I went back to the bathroom for a moment and the banging  happened a second time, This time I only heard it once. I ran as the banging was happening to the front window and again looked out. The cat was now gone from the window sill, and again,
I saw NO ONE there!
This is exactly where that snake was I thought to myself!
Could that be a coincidence? I don't believe in coincidences!
I went right into an open rebuke in JESUS name.
It was no light rebuke.
It was now clear to me what was actually happening.
I was angry this entity had come at me in such a bizarre way.
I walked outside and walked up to the outside brick wall.
No sign of anything hitting the perfectly white wall.
How was it possible for that entity to make so much noise on a brick wall? I did scratch my head. But then again I thought, they are capable of doing so much we just don't understand yet.
None the less, I wasn't going to waste another moment on this experience . Not another negative thought about it!

I went back into the house and proceeded to flat iron my hair.
As I stood there again I wondered why two days in a row I was experiencing odd odors and banging?
We live in a diverse dimensional realm here on the Earth.
Nothing surprises me anymore. I'm grateful that regardless of what happens in a day in my life I have a sure and powerful help in the LORD! There were no more noises after that!
Today I have come to understand that what I dealt with that day was a poltergeist spirit. It was taunting me.
Since I have become a Demonologist in the 1970's I have often had many spiritual attacks. I understand them now, but I never really enjoy going through them. I refuse to give into fear. I hope you will as well!

 
 

The Cold Night

 

It was the fall of 1980. My family and I, two young sons and my husband had been downtown  at  Williams Park in St. Petersburg . We had been there all day for a concert I was singing in. It was a  Christian celebration to celebrate, worship and entertain with other local bands and do a little advertising for all the different Christian groups in the city that were available to the down trodden and  homeless in our city. We were passing out business cards for a study that met in our home on Tuesday nights. 

The day went as planned and was simply wonderful.

 

The weather was beautiful, the food was scrumptious and everyone had such a great time. We had invited a lot of people to our study and had some really interesting conversations with around 100 people that day.

 

As the sun set we all packed our stuff up from the band shell and headed home.

The night was uneventful. We enjoyed a nice simple dinner and headed to bed around 10.00 p.m.

 

I tucked the children in and prayed for protection through the night, a prayer similar to every nights prayers. After being downtown however I also prayed for the many people on the streets to be safe as well. All those people who didn't have clean, soft beds to sleep in. The children also prayed their fervent prayers for those less fortunate than us.

The prayer brought me to tears. The boys were so precious as they prayed for others to be protected from harm.

After kisses and hugs I turned out the lights and headed down the hall to my room.

Before we jumped into bed both my husband and I

checked the doors to make sure they were all locked, as was the every night routine and then we shut off all the lights throughout the house.

We did that without even thinking it was so common place.

Then we both jumped into bed.

I drifted off to sleep as did my husband in less than ten minutes as the day had worn us both out.

 

I woke up first the next morning. And as always in my normal everyday routine I headed for the kitchen to start the coffee.

The house however felt oddly cool.  I didn't think much of it. I thought maybe I would turn up the heat, but it was just a passing thought.

I then headed toward the living room to go out  front and get the  newspaper that is always on the sidewalk just out the front door.

But today I stopped dead in my tracks before I got to the front door.

 

The window curtains were lying on the floor and the wind was blowing the other curtains throughout the room.. My tall indoor palm tree was lying on it's side with all the dirt spread across the tile floor. There were shoe marks on my leather couch, in dirt! The window was open and the screen was sitting up against the wall  near the window but clearly bent badly.

I was cold standing there in my bare feet in this filthy room. 

I gasped.

Then as I stood there taking all this in I thought what is happening here? Have we been robbed?

Oh my GOD I thought next, The children!

 I then turned and ran into the children's bedroom and pushed the door open. I was afraid of what I might see but that didn't stop me.

I had to know what happened last night. Were my children safe?

Please GOD I thought, let them be safe!

As I opened the door I saw my two young son's sound asleep in their beds. Everything looked in place. Nothing was out of order.

Except the house was very cold!

I watched them for a moment as I tried to understand what had taken place in the house last night. I was so grateful to know the boy's were OK, it was all that mattered to me at that moment! 

So why was this mess in the living room?

What happened?

I heard nothing last night nor did my husband. We never woke up!

I'm really a light sleeper, how could this be?

 

I now woke my husband up and told him to hurry into the living room to see what I had discovered when I woke up.

He stood there in amazement that with all this mess we never heard anything last night.  We both just stood there in amazement. This  had to have made a lot of noise!

I went to call the police to report the break in.

 

When the police arrived, they asked us to check and see where my purse and my husbands wallet were. We checked. They were in plain sight both of them. My purse with cash and credit cards was sitting on the dining room table. Nothing missing from it. My husbands wallet with over $300.00 in cash was sitting on the top of his dresser along with his wedding ring.  Many other expensive items in the room were all accounted for.

 The doors in the living room had still been locked from the inside!

Our night visitor came in and went out the living room window.

But why? Who was it that came in this manner?

 They didn't rob us! They didn't harm us!

What was going on?

 

It was then I remembered the prayer the night before with the children. Asking GOD to protect us.

I saw the faces of the boy's praying with their eyes tightly closed and hands clasped in prayer.

Someone was clearly in the house. Finger prints were taken, the police report had been made, the police thought perhaps a rape was what the perpetrator was after?  Thank GOD that didn't happen either!

 

I know some day after this life is through and I am on the other side of the Veil, the LORD will run the tapes and show me what he protected us all from that cold night.

HE kept us all safe, just as we had prayed.

What was meant to be evil against us was turned into a blessing!

 

 

The Morgue

So, It was 1976. I had been with a group of friends from church and we had been doing a musical Jam all morning with the band.

 It was a very hot summer day and we had just finished our jam.

I was packing up to get ready to head for home. The church was about 3 miles from my house, I stood out on the street in front of the church next to my car saying my good bye's to everyone when another friend pulled up in a van. I didn't know him well, but I'd seen him at church before. He was a tall dark haired guy that was always hanging around and helping people. He got out and came over near where we were all standing and said that a young married couple from another church in town had just lost their child to a drowning accident in South St. Petersburg, in their back yard pool.

He was crying and had asked for prayer for the family.

The father of this young child was a very close friend of his and he was just shocked that this had happened. 

I was so crushed to hear this news. I thought of all the sweet friends I had and how I loved their children! I could relate to what this guy was feeling. I was moved in my Spirit. Even though I didn't know the young couple, I could not help but feel their pain. I asked how old the baby was and my friend said about 2 1/2 years old. A little boy. Pain just gripped me in a way that actually surprised me. I felt so bad for these two young parents, and for this broken man standing in front of us. I had little boys. I was just speechless.

After we all prayed for comfort for this man and his friends, we all exchanged phone numbers with the man to call and pray with him and to stay in touch about the funeral that would be upcoming.  So we all got back in our cars. I said my goodbyes and headed home. The entire drive home I just keep thinking about the young family. What could I do to help ease their pain. I thought to myself, I'll pray for them all day. Maybe I can make them a meal or two? I'll seek GOD for answers for them, so they don't blame themselves and live in torture the rest of their lives.

 

I got home and shared the news with my husband and kids. We all prayed for the young couple. I looked at my beautiful young sons praying earnestly for this baby boy and this situation and my heart just broke. They were so precious.

After dinner that night I got the Bible out and read for about an hour. I read that GOD could raise from the dead, I had read this many times before but today those words came alive for me.

HE is the same GOD today that HE was then so what would the difference be if I believed HIM today for a miracle as they did back then? It was obvious to me that this was my answer!

 

I called my friend who had come in the van to the church and asked, where did they take the boy after he died? He mentioned that he had heard the coroner had taken him to Bayfront Medical Center in downtown St. Petersburg. I asked what the child's name was. He revealed it to me. (I won't mention it here to protect this young couple). 

I shared with him that I was going to the Hospital morgue to raise the child from the dead! I was feeling led to go. My friend was stunned, he asked me how I was going to do this? I said I believe in miracles and I'm asking GOD for one now! I'm going to do it just like they did back in biblical days.

We prayed together again.

I hung up the phone.

I got in my car in pure faith and said to my husband, I'm going to follow the instruction in the Bible to a "T" and call upon the name of the LORD to save this baby boy and bring him back from the dead. Just as had been done in the Bible!

That really shocked him, but he said he believed that faith in action could do just about anything!  I agreed.

My husband prayed for me and said he would stay home with the children. So nothing would hinder me.

Off I went, alone, to Bayfont Medical Center. Full of Faith!

Towards the Morgue.

 

When I got there, I saw this massive large Hospital building, It looked bigger than it ever did before! I parked my car in the street parking. I went into the building with amazing faith, I had prayed all the way there.  I felt as if I were being guided. I did not feel like I was alone! I headed straight down stairs looking for the morgue.

I couldn't find it. I searched the entire floor for a sign leading to it. Then all of a sudden I saw a tall, thin older man, a janitor, moping the floor at the end of a long hall, he was humming some tune, I walked up to him and asked him where I might find the morgue.

He smiled at me and then looking straight into my eyes,

 his eyes got real big and he said to me "Why is a pretty young girl like you looking for the morgue"? I explained my sad story to him briefly and said I felt as if the LORD would guide and instruct me once I found the little boy. He looked at me in utter amazement and replied again with a big smile on his face, "well now, who am I to get in the way of the LORDS plans"?

He said, you know I could get in a lot of trouble for this?

But I believe you're story, I do think the LORD has sent you.

With that he said "Follow me".

And so I did.

We went down in the elevator to another floor. Then as we were headed down the long shiny clean hall he turned and looked at me and said "Have you ever seen a dead body before"? I said "no".

He asked me if I had ever been in a morgue before? I said "no".

He said you are one brave little girl to come here all alone. I replied, I wasn't alone at all and I simply had no fear, I trust the LORD completely. HE is with me, of that I am sure or I would not be doing this!

 I am a bit concerned as to what a dead sweet baby boy will look like however I mentioned.

He said, don't worry honey, he will just look as if he is sleeping, that's all.

Finally, after a long walk we came to the door. A huge stainless steel door with a brass sign, "M O R G U E".

 

The older man tuned to look at me and asked me again, "are you sure you want to go in there"? I said I was never more sure of anything in my life.

Do you want me to go in with you, he asked? I said, no, Thank you, I'll be fine. He said what are you going to do when you find the little boy? I said I'm going to pray and breath life back into him like they did in the bible! GOD will do the rest!

With that he nodded at me as if to say O.K., and told me not to stay to long as it was very cold in there. I said, O.K. I won't. Then he took a key from the ring of keys on his chain hanging by his pocket and he unlocked the door. He then opened the huge door for me and in I went. He looked at me again and said, "you sure  bout this honey"? I just smiled back at him he seemed to understand my smile, he then said, I'll just be out here in the hall then, waiting on you. I replied, O.K., and walked inside. The doors closed behind me. They made a loud bang as they closed. It was very cold.

Here I was, alone in the morgue. It was huge, It was all stainless steel and very clean. It had an odd smell, but not a bad one. Just real different, like you would expect death to smell like, I guess.

I looked around the huge room. It was well lit. There were steel beds protruding like shelves from the walls in the room. There were many bodies all draped in white linens. Maybe about 7 bodies. I walked from one side of the room to the next. But they were all adult bodies. There were no little bodies wrapped in the morgue. No infant sized bodies anywhere. I was so upset. I stood in the center of the room turning each way over and over again. I checked each bed. No little boy! 

I cried out loud to the LORD and said,

"Here I am LORD, where is he"?

I stood in the middle of the morgue taking in all the sterile sights.

I waited for  an answer. I felt I heard GOD say to me,

"Teri, he is not here".

Then silence!

I just stood there.

Then I asked GOD again, where is he?

I felt the LORD tell me,

"he has already been taken to the funeral home Teri".

I ran out of the morgue, and I saw the janitor at the end of the hall. He stopped what he was doing and with wide eyes asked me, "what happened"? I said the boy isn't there!

He's already been taken to the funeral home.

The Janitor said well, I can't help you with that. So I thanked the janitor and I asked him where could I find out which funeral home  they had taken him too? He replied, they would know that at the upstairs desk for the morgue. I asked him where that would be, which floor?  He asked me not to mention that I had gone inside the morgue. I promised him I would not say a word about it, he then told me how to get to the desk upstairs.

I ran up the stairs from the Morgue and found the desk. I inquired at the desk about the arrangements for the little boy. The older lady at the desk said his body was taken that morning to a Funeral home in Tampa, Florida.

I asked which one? She finally told me, but, only after a long conversation I had had with her to convince her to please help me!

 

I drove towards home. I had no idea where the funeral home was in Tampa. I didn't know that city at all at the time. I knew I would get lost if I drove their alone. I had never been to Tampa alone before.

Doubts were creeping in.

If the child was taken there in the early morning, chances were the autopsy or preparation for the funeral would already have been preformed, I thought. I just cried out to GOD, why had I been so late? Why hadn't I gone to the morgue yesterday, or earlier in this morning? I started crying.

I was so upset. I so wanted to raise that child from the dead for that young family. My heart just broke.

 

I drove home and shared my whole experience with the my family.

I called the friend that had told me about the child's death and explained that I was unsuccessful in my attempts to raise the boy from the dead because he wasn't there!

 He replied to me, through his tears and crying, you were not unsuccessful. You were very successful actually. He said, I could not have done what you just did. I don't think anyone of us could have. We were all praying for you and your amazing faith.

The LORD wanted that boy home for whatever reason, otherwise I believe you would have raised that child today!

This is why he wasn't there Teri. Had he been there, you would have had your miracle!

 

To this day I look back on that experience and wonder if that sweet boy would have been there would I have raised his body through faith from the dead. I do truly believe it would have happened.

I also believe that janitor was more than just a janitor, he was part of the divine appointment to allow me to exercise my faith that day.

I will always be blessed from this sad experience and someday I look forward to meeting that little boy face to face.

 

  

The Heavenly Choir

 

So, it was 2006. I was in Oconomowoc, Wisconsin at a Hospice house visiting my elderly Mother who was one day away from death.

We had a harpist come in and play for her as she laid comatose in her bed. She was very frail.

My sister, her husband and my cousin were there with me. We had been there for several hours and my sister and her husband and my cousin had gone out to sit in the front waiting area of the Hospice and had left me alone with my Mother in her room.

I went to sit near her bed and said to her softly, "Mom, I don't know what to say to you just now, But I feel as if I want to simply sing to you. You have always loved my singing and this I want to do now for you.

I stood in the middle of the room and closed my eyes. I raised my hands to GOD and began singing a worship song.

"Worthy is the, Lamb who was slain, Holy, Holy is HE"

As I began singing this I felt the room fill with People. I thought Oh, how nice others have joined me. But I didn't hear anyone else singing. It felt as if there were 100 people in the room. It was an overwhelming feeling. I felt as if I tried to put my hands down I would hit someone! Just then, I opened my eyes, and to my amazement, I was the only one in the room, other than my Mother, but the room still "felt" packed with others. I thought to myself as I kept singing, how strange is that! So I just I kept singing. I sang and sang. I was experiencing such peace!  I could feel a wondrous feeling all over me. I looked at my Mom lying there in bed as I sang and she seemed very calm and relaxed.

All of a sudden I heard footsteps running in the hall and voices.

I turned as I sang towards the door and there were my sister and cousin and a nurse standing in the doorway. They asked me what was that singing. I said, "Oh, that was just me" My sisters husband now came through the door, he said, What was that? I explained it was just me singing to Mom. He replied, "no, there were so many voices", It was like a choir singing! It was so beautiful! I assured him it was only me!

The Hospice nurse said, "that was the most beautiful singing", It sounded like angels singing, I smiled as I remembered the feeling of the room being full of others.

It actually was! How thrilling! 

To this day it remains a mystery as to how the heavenly choir of angels could have been heard singing with me that afternoon. I'm just grateful they accompanied me.

What a glorious send off for Mom!

White Vocal Noises and Green Flashes

 

My day was so normal I just didn't see this coming today.

Not that I ever do.

I had a long drive from St. Petersburg to New Port Richey and then back again to make today. It's usually about a four hour trip both ways. It always takes up a huge chunk of a day when I have to make this trek. I had gotten up really early to get prepared for it however, around 6 a.m. actually so I could make an important meeting in St. Pete. Nothing could have prepared me for the bumper to bumper traffic I had to endure today. It was brutal and really warm weather as I headed out, which made things a bit more uncomfortable.

I sang songs travelling all the way down south to make the time pass and I made my meeting without a hitch. It was a few hours longer than I expected however and I was mentally very tired when I finally left to head back home.

 

I started back home in even warmer weather now and again bumper to bumper traffic. I simply could not wait to get home and have an iced coffee and put my feet up for a moment to relax. I was so tired and just exhausted from my meeting.

 

The blessed moment finally arrived. I turned into the driveway and shut the car engine off! YAY! That brutal drive is over, was all I could think of. It was now around 4:00 p.m. The drive wouldn't be so bad if it were not 38 miles each way in bumper to bumper traffic and around 33 stop lights along the way.

I made my iced coffee and threw my self on my bed and turned on the T.V. to watch an old movie channel and veg-out for a while and relax.

 

I had been watching this really old movie for about 5 minutes, it was well into the final end of the movie already. I'd never seen it before, but it looked really good. When all of a sudden I hear a mechanical male like voice speaking through my T.V., I actually laughed out loud when I heard it and said, "what"? What the heck?, I said this right out loud! The voice from the T.V. was speaking in an inaudible noise kind of sentence, in a very strange dialect unknown at all to me, but two of the words spoken were clear, he said "thousand green" in the same strange vocal pattern and then the voice resumed the inaudible speaking and noise. It kind of had a music to it as it spoke. This was bizarre! Very odd, I had never heard anything like this before!I could hear the movie voices still speaking while this white noise kind of speaking was happening. I sat up straighter now and thought to myself, what the heck was that? Was that "in" the old movie I'm watching, I wondered? I was sure it couldn't have been. This movie was from the 1930's. They didn't do that kind of thing in the middle of regular movies, so what was it? Then Just as I was thinking those thoughts the whole screen on the T.V. suddenly went bright green! Instantly, just bright green! But only for a flash! Then it was back to normal and back to the movie! It just resumed as if it had never happened. What's going on here I thought to myself again? Then all of a sudden the voice was back on the T.V., saying the exact same thing in the exact same way for the second time! This time I knew It wasn't the movie. I sat quietly and listened. It was extremely creepy. I quickly picked up the phone and called a very dear friend of mine and told her what was happening. I asked her to turn her T.V. on to the same station so she could tell me if it was doing the same thing on her end also.

She lives in another town in Florida about 60 miles away and was unable to get the movie turned on in time before it had ended.

I told her what had happened and she was clueless to what it could have been as well.

The voice and noises did not repeat a third time however.

I was really stumped.

This experience was a first for me. Voices and a green flash from my Sony T.V.? I've had this T.V. for 4 years and have never had an issue such as this! I've never had any issues as a matter of fact with this T.V.

I know we have many dimensions here on Earth, and I just experienced a connection from one of them. I only wish it would make sense to me when these things happen out of the blue.

We never know when these strange enigmatic and anomalous things will occur. It's all just so bizarre sometimes.

I'm thankful for my strong faith in GOD to bear me up under it all.

The voice was really creepy and I was home alone.

I hate it when that happens!

There must be a reason why this happened though.  I do not yet understand exactly why it happened. But I'm sure I will get the answer I seek one day.

We are truly Spiritual beings on a human journey, and we never know what to expect or what's around the next corner!

So much for relaxing today. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

 

Blacker than Black.

 

So, it was late 1969, I was looking for an apartment to rent. I was living in St. Petersburg, Florida. I looked for two weeks for something large enough and close enough to my work.  I finally found one on 9th Street North, it was perfect, a huge over the garage apartment that had plenty of space and an open floor plan that I was looking for. Very cool and old! But there was one problem. It had a huge black wall in the main living room. This color wasn't a color I would have ever chosen to paint in a living room, or on any wall for that matter, but I decided to take the apartment anyway.

It struck as me as odd. It made me feel strange somehow. It was unsettling. I couldn't stop glancing at it while I was with the little old lady renting it to me. I didn't want to say anything negative about it, so I just kept quite. Why would someone paint a wall that size black? Why would someone do that? I thought to myself.

 

I had a few friends stop by after I got settled and moved in. They all loved the wall, to my surprise, they thought it was cool. I still hadn't wanted it there. I thought about painting it as soon as I could get the money together for a good primer and paint! I knew I wouldn't get reimbursed for the cost, so I hesitated.

 

It seemed that every night as I sat in my living room I would see something moving in the wall. It would catch my peripheral vision. It was blacker than black. It moved from the corner to the center of the wall. It was really weird. Did I see that? Or was my mind playing tricks on me? I know I saw that! It was such a big wall. I choose to ignore it, as I thought to myself, how crazy is that.

There's nothing there, it's just a wall, Painted black.

 

How wrong I was!

 

After about two months I had accepted the wall as a necessary evil. I kind of ignored it and found myself in my bedroom more than in the living room so I didn't have to look at it. I didn't want the wall to distract me, or freak me out. It seemed that something was going on in that wall!

I also got a room mate soon after moving in.  She told me one night how she hated the black wall and we needed to paint it. I agreed, but time and money were hard to come by as we were both working long days and doing school as well. Money was limited and we just never got around to making that happen.

 

One night we decided to have a group of friends over for a party. Sometime during the night while  about eight of us were hanging out, a guy friend shouted out loud, "Hey, I think I just saw something moving on that wall"! I said, "really"? He replied, "I know I did, it went from the corner of the wall to the middle of the wall and stopped"!

I hated to hear this as it confirmed my deepest fear, this is exactly what I had thought I had seen. And my room mate also said, that wall is so creepy it makes me so uneasy. Another friend yelled out, "That's the beer talking dude", and again he said. "No way, I know what I saw, that's really creepy, let's get the hell out of here"! I asked him to show me where it was now, he replied, I cant see it now, but it was there!

I told them all I had seen something there as well, it was blacker than the black wall, and again the friend said, Yes, exactly. It was blacker than the wall!

 We all left. We went out to the beach and talked about the wall all night long.

 

Well, you can imagine how weird that was for me. I didn't want to go home until it was daylight.

I had hoped if I ignored the wall and what I thought I saw, it would just go away. But deep down inside I had no peace about this apartment.

At that time in my life I didn't know how to cleanse or handle this sort of thing. I was freaked out but just decided I would paint the wall for sure now or just move out immediately.

 

I decided to move, as the wall seemed to be intimidating me. It took up too much time in my thoughts and I didn't want to waste the money on painting. The landlord would never reimburse me. But what was the real issue here I wondered? Had someone died in this apartment and slumped over on that wall, or worse? Was there angry energy there? Why had the last tenant painted it black? What caused this shadow black figure to repeat it's walking cycle?

I didn't want to know!

 

I moved out and lost my deposit money on the apartment that week. It was a lot of money to loose for me but my peace of mind was more important than wasting money on painting this rental. I wasn't sure painting that wall was the answer. My room mate left a day before I did. The last night I spent there I had another friend stay with me over night. I had had many incidences in my life thus far with odd happenings and bizarre voices. I just wanted it all to go away from me!

Everyone had a very negative feeling towards that wall. It was good to know for my own peace of mind, it wasn't just me.

 

Every now and then throughout my life I would drive by that apartment and just stare at it for a moment or two. Remembering what I suffered there.

Then one day I drove past it again, and to my surprise it was being demolished.

The apartment never was the same after what ever energy once lived there.  

Now it was being demolished. I wondered why? Was everyone afraid to be there? This was back in the day before hauntings were hip! I wish I would have found out more about the apartment.

I didn't ask anyone about why the apartment was being demolished as I didn't want anyone to think I was crazy. But now I so wish I would have.

Who was that figure that was blacker than the black wall?

I'll never know. Maybe....

 

 

The White Aura

 

It was 1987 and I was on a date in St. Petersburg, FL.

I had thought I had met a really special person who I might just have a lot in common with.  We would talk for hours and always  be on the same wave length. We got along really great!

I met Travis several months before I ever went out on a date with him. It just seemed to be one of those progressive friendships, where every day we would find ourselves talking more and more and then we seemed to always turn up where ever the other person would be, conveniently. 

Travis finally got up the nerve to ask me out on a date. It was really funny. He was so sweet. Nervous, but sweet.

We went to see a movie together for our date night and then went to join friends at a local restaurant. It was odd going from such good friends to dating.

We stayed out pretty late and headed back to my house around 11:30. It had been a wonderful evening out and Travis came in for a cup of coffee before he headed back home, a 20 mile trek or so.

While we were sitting in the living room chatting over coffee

we were laughing and recounting the day and all the fun we had.

We discussed the movie and dinner and friends as well as what we would possibly do together tomorrow?  

I was seated in a chair in the living room near the den and Travis was on a chair straight across from me. I was close to the front door. He was on a couch up against a wall.

We started talking about GOD and the trinity and how amazing the teachings are. I shared my belief and how I felt about GOD and we talked about this for a good hour. Time was just running away from us as it always did. It had to be 2:00 AM by now and Travis just kept sharing how he felt. We seemed to be again on the same wavelength.

 

All of a sudden while we were in the middle of conversation Travis jumped up and looked as if he had seen a ghost. He was pure white! He was horrified! This really scared me!  It had been such a lovely evening and conversation. He was mumbling something about "all over you" white, all over you, to me, and I was completely confused. He acted as if I had initiated some strange happening out of the blue.  I said to him, "where" all over what? He just kept staring and pointing and I didn't know what to do. His face made it clear he was very much afraid of what he was seeing "all over me", but I had no clue what he was talking about!

I looked down at my body and saw nothing.

I asked him again what he saw, his face changed from concern at that point to that of pure fear, all of a sudden he jumped up, he ran past me and outside into the front yard.

 

I was shocked! What the heck was happening? What did he see?

 I ran out after him and he was heading for his motorcycle.

I asked him to wait a moment, he said "I've got to go, what the hell was that"? I said I have no idea! You tell me! Travis said he could see something rising up all over me. He was clearly shaking, It was white and it was huge, he said it was getting brighter, so he jumped up and ran! He put his helmet on and again said, goodbye and off he went. I stood there in the street alone, mind boggled.

I didn't know what to think really!

 

Well needless to say that was our last date. He was so frightened by what he saw he said later he was afraid it would happen again!

What he described is what I have been told by others they have seen. I however have never been able to control this aura. It seems to illuminate itself around me without me understanding how it's happening.  It happens randomly, but always while I'm passionate about what I'm speaking on. Some day I hope to have a better understanding on why it happens. I feel it when I'm singing in the worship band, I can actually feel the strong vibrations of it. To this day I  can truly say I cannot control it.

I'm not sure I'm ever suppose to.

It's O.K. with me that this happens.

I wonder if this happens to others and people can see it on them?

So far in my life I have not seen it on other people.....yet