Ectoplasm Type Apparition

So, it was a strange day for me!

Things were a bit off. I was with two good guy friends and we all had a pretty good day, but I was being pressured most of the day (Peer pressured) into something I was not interested in doing. My best friends wanted me to smoke a joint with them and I was dead set against it! I don't smoke cigarettes and I hate the smell of them, and I'm not a fan of the smell of pot either, not to mention it was illegal at the time. I just had no interest in smoking anything!

I was holding my own in this peer pressure issue all day!

 

On this night we would all experience something we had each never seen or imagined before, not in our wildest dreams! The bizarre happenings of life had come my way a few times before this day, but never like this, never so bizarre!

I was young and had no real beliefs about anything, other than I knew somehow GOD was real.  I wasn't strongly connected to any of this yet, having been raised religious by my parents, I hadn't made any progress in my own thinking about it at all yet in my life.

That was soon to change! This night would teach me about the truth of living in this anomalous world!

 

However, no one could have prepared me for what was about to become a new reality for me on this odd evening.

 

Around 11:00 pm or so I went to my friends apartment, with my other friend, which was a new experience for me. We all drove over separately. I had never been there before. So I was excited to see where my friend lived. It was an old upstairs apartment, in a 4 apartment building located behind and kind of catty corner to an old hospital in St. Petersburg, FL, St. Anthony's. These friends were really great guys and I trusted them both completely. We parked our cars out in the front street. We had known each other for a few years by now and hung out frequently. We then walked up the left side of the building on an old steel staircase. (A lot of apartments in Florida were built this way in the early 1900's with outside staircases) It was a nice place for the most part, the typical old Florida building, heavily painted wood frames and old sinks and kitchen appliances. Nice enough, but not that big. There was a sofa and a couple of chairs in the dimly lit apartment living room, across from a table and two chairs, it was a one room kitchen and living room kind of arrangement. I say dimly lit because there was a candle my friend had lit, there were no lights on. It was sitting on the coffee table closest to me to my right.

Both guys were teasing me about being such a goof because I wouldn't have one toke of their joint. They were both enjoying themselves and laughing at me. After at least another hour, I finally said OK, OK, ONE TOKE, and then please knock off the peer pressure!

 

I had spent 8 hours fighting these two about this issue, I thought to myself, Geeze, shut up already you two, I figured, heck it won't kill me, I'll take one hit!

As my one friend passed me the joint, I put it up to my lips to take a hit of it and oddly enough out of my left peripheral vision I saw a strange smoke coming from near the kitchen sink area. I turned to look in that direction. I noticed that both friends were looking to the left at it also. We weren't saying anything at all to each other at this point. We were all in shock! Just watching in disbelief, and here I am holding this dam joint! We were all thinking, what is that ? It clearly wasn't a fire. It wasn't smoke. Nothing like I'd ever seen before. What the hell is that? I'm sure that's what we were all thinking? It was rising from the floor up to the first drawer of the cupboard. It was moving quickly. It looked like some kind of weird thick smoke.

Then all of a sudden, it grew to at least 5 feet 10 inches tall, and as if something became alive in the smoke, it formed a face, a frightening, ghostly white face, strange hair, the eyes were horrifying, like big empty holes, they had a frightening look to them, that was more horrifying than anything I had ever seen at that point in my life! The face was long and came to almost a point at the chin, the mouth had long pointed teeth in it, and the mouth was open, then the face began to move! The face was fixed on me! Then the body began to float towards us!  Both my friends screamed at the top of their lungs! Loud and full of terror! I was frozen in fear! Literally frozen! They both got up and ran for the stairs, screaming still,  that led down to the yard in front of the apartment. I was unable to move at all for a moment. In that moment the entire apparition flew instantly into my face and I thought I was going to die. I lost it! I was to afraid to even scream!  I had no idea what had just happened to me! I think I lost time, I was so numb and afraid I had no sense of time at all, I just remembered finally standing up and running down the stairs somehow as fast as I could! I don't really remember much, I was so afraid. I can only recall what I finally was able to do. Get the hell out of that apartment!

Both of my friends were standing in the front yard scared out of their minds! They were so afraid. I said what did you see? What happened up there? What the hell was that?

We all talked about it for a minute. We all agreed we saw the same white horrifying apparition!

They didn't have a clue how it all happened anymore than I did!  They were so afraid. They both decided to leave the apartment. I was shocked!  I had just experienced the single most frightening thing that had ever happened to me at that point in my life and now they were going to leave!

Life is a strange trip sometimes.

I did not know it at that time, but I had come face to face with a demonic apparition. It was beyond frightening in every sense of the word. And literally Face to Face! It flew right through me in an instant. I have no idea where it went! Once it had gone threw me, I got up and ran for my life!

I knew there was real demonic activity at this point, and it was attacking my life! It just came calling for me. WHY? I have to wonder why at that very moment it decided to appear to us. It was no coincidence! It came right towards me. Both my friends agreed it was fixed on me. How I wish it wouldn't have. However, This was the beginning of my spiritual battles. A door opened in that apartment that night. A portal if you will, that took me years to learn how to close.

This is why today I am a demonologist.

It is also why I am a strong believer in the GOD that saved me from all of this horror! 

My life  experiences are proof that truth is stranger than any fiction!

 

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! 



The Picture

So, It was 2009, it was a beautiful day in June that my Mother took her last breath on this planet after much suffering.

You can never be ready for that moment really. It's very strange on many levels. Wonderful for the deceased as they move on and leave the pain of this life behind, and horrible for those left behind. I didn't cry for months, it was so odd for me.

I was actually that happy for her.
 

My Mother and I were very close and had been through many changes together. Very hard changes in this life many will never know.

Everybody deals with death in their own way. There is no right or wrong. I was a bit shocked at how I was feeling through the changes I was going through. I always thought it would be different.
 

So, as the day approached that the family would all gather in her hometown of Franklin NC, to lay her to rest, there were many preparations to be done. The sale of her home, the Funeral home,  the local church where her service would be held, and then the graveside service in the graveyard.

It's crazy the amount of energy you have to muster to do these things at a time like that.

All my siblings had flown in and were there which made it comforting for all of us! We were all so relieved my Mother was no longer suffering. It was truly a blessing.
 

The Church service was to be held at her regularly attended Catholic Church in town, This was such a wonderful gesture for so many of her church friends to come together to serve her one last time with a wonderful dinner.  I was so happy to see so many gather to say goodbye to her, it was very well attended.

The church was packed by the time the service began, which was a wonderful comfort to me. Knowing she was loved by so many in the city. She never retired, she always did volunteer work for hospice even though she herself were dying for so many years. Not to many had any idea of it! She was never one to complain.  
 

As we entered the church her picture was at the front on a grand little table along with her prayer book and her Urn.

We all filed in and sat silently awaiting for the priest to begin the service.

I so wanted this to be over as it was hard to sit there for me for some unknown reason.

The whole family was all seated in the front row at the church. There were many of us, and I was just to the right of the little table and could see it very clearly.
 

I felt my Mom close by and wondered if she truly was there, or if it were just "the moment" and me wanting to feel her there?

This priest we were waiting for as we all sat quietly was a Chinese priest who only knew my Mother briefly.

He finally came out a bit late and was on a platform just above my Mothers little table with her picture and Urn on it, which was even  on the floor to where we were all sitting.

As he began speaking, his accent was so hard to understand the whole family were trying to hide our laughing under our breath as he was mispronouncing her name so badly. We could only understand every other word or so he spoke.

I mean it wasn't even close the pronunciation of her name! Can you imagine! A time like this and the priest gets the name wrong because of his accent? Oh boy, I thought. How unfortunate this is. If my Mom were here she would probably correct him! She was a strong, loving woman, but very firm! Things were to be done right!
 

All of a sudden after thinking that thought, her picture that was standing on the little table, threw itself into the isle right up near our feet! We all gasped as this happened. One sister cried out loud! It so shocked her. I thought to myself, 'Mom, you are here"!
There was NO WAY that this could have happened except that it was truly a paranormal act!

I thought to myself this is you Mom, saying correct the priest already!

So I did. I said to the priest, excuse me sir, "you are mispronouncing our dear mothers name"!
He said well, she didn't have to make such a scene, and then he laughed! My brother picked up the picture and set it back on the table. It had not broken, which I took for her not being mad, but being firm to correct the priest!

So, with that the priest corrected himself somewhat and continued the sermon. It was beautiful, short and sweet.
 

It was such a comfort to me to have my Moms picture fly off the table as it did. You see, that was just like her and she could see us all laughing. She would never have allowed any of us to be laughing at church at such as time as this. It just was disrespectful!

Yes, this actually brought me comfort. It's one of the reasons it took me so long to cry at her loss.
I was wondering how long I would feel her presence. It was on and off for awhile following the burial. It did finally dwindle some within the year, but to this day I still feel her strongly. I speak with her in my dreams. But I am well aware she is dead and gone and at peace. I believe the Lord allows this type of happening once in awhile.

And as usual I will say, Truth is always so much stranger than fiction.

 

 

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 Paranormal Realm

 

So, this past week was different from all these last months we have been here in our new home. There have been 3 sightings. Strange voices. Odd noises and one touching.

 

I have only had a few touching's in my experiences as a demonologist. I don't put up with them. I have never allowed entities or spirits to play those games while I'm cleansing a home.

 

The sightings are not only by me. They have come from all of us here. They are in broad daylight mostly. Only one was in the evening.

I saw the black mist that Kevin saw in the fireplace a month ago up on the ceiling at the door in the afternoon as I looked over in the direction of the door from my kitchen. It was not in any form. It looked more like just a black mass of smoke. It floated down the wall to the right of the door and over to the fireplace.

Oddly enough, when I saw it, it didn't frighten me at all.

I thought that was odd. I didn't even consider leaving the room. I just watched it move from above the door towards the fire place and disappear. I really am getting desensitized to all the paranormal realm. 

 

Then the same day as I was entering the restroom in the Master Bedroom to clean it, I walked into the water closet and something grabbed me on my left side on my head.

It didn't hurt, it was a nudge. It was unmistakable.

It startled me a bit, so I brushed my hand through my hair and started speaking in tongues to cast it off of me. The water closet is small and two people could not be in it at the same time. I thought perhaps this is why the entity chose this room, to let me know I wasn't alone. Seems they are always trying to notify us of something all the time, if we just listen and consider what happens.

I always go into an angry mode when any entity tries to connect with me in any manner. I simply won't have it. Be prepared first, is my thinking. You don't always know what you're dealing with immediately.

After my prayer in tongues, it was gone.

I simply continued cleaning the room.

 

That evening my son came to me and said, "Wow, I just saw you walk across the doorway in the other part of the house! How can you be in here now"?

He was truly baffled and repeated himself a few times and it was such a quandary for him to deal with. He acted out what he saw and walked away shaking his head. "I saw you, Mom"!

 

Then the next day, as we were watching television we heard voices in the next room. We muted the sound and listened. We couldn't make out what was being said but clearly we heard voices. We all agreed it sounded like girls talking. We looked out the windows and there were no people anywhere near our property.

 

As we were all going into our rooms for bed the next night Kevin and I  heard sounds in the kitchen as if someone were in the room moving things around on the counter. I called out my son's name to see if he had gotten back up after heading into his room for bed? He usually goes to the his room on the other side of the house and closes the door. There was no answer! So I got up and walked into the kitchen to have a look, there was no one there. We heard a lot of noises, what was it we heard we wondered?

 

It seems as if these types of "things" are happening more frequently lately here in the house.

We know there are times when we are more spiritually aware than others. Perhaps this is that time.

No harm has come to any of us and none of us are frightened at all by the happenings. It just seems as if a final cleansing needs to take place.

We have allowed this to go on for some time to try to capture all the proof we need to share with the public.

The facts remain that we have so many dimensions we interact with on a daily basis. Being a spiritual being on a human journey can have it's odd drawbacks.

I hope you have identified with some of this and can appreciate what we go through for the sake of disclosure of the paranormal realm. With each experience we learn a little something new or more. I welcome the learning and I hope to pass it on to you and others. Stay open minded! Never think you know it all or have it all figured out. Believe me, I know I don't!
I'm grateful I have spiritual discernment given to me as a gift to be able to guide me through this very odd life we live here.  

 



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!

The Key Thief

 

So, we just recently moved into our new home. It truly is my life long dream home. It's been a hard move though as we have had so much from our lives accumulated that we had to take a really hard look at everything and start weaving through it all. What to keep, what to let go. Can you relate?

 

So this home is massive and has big huge heavy doors. Large and spacious areas all through the home. It's just beautiful!

We spent all week moving in. Two large truck loads and many trips in and out. Far too many to count.

I think moving is always a bitter sweet time in our lives.

So much to do and so much to look forward too.

I will however never do it alone with family help. I'll hire experts next time, if there is a next time that is!

 

The story of this new home is quite sad however. It has had many painful days in it's past and hardships. Death has been a part of the sadness. Previous residents had unfortunate circumstances that left energies throughout the home. It was very clear that there was a sadness here that could actually be felt. It was one of the things that I loved about the home the first time I came to view it.  I knew there would eventually be a confrontation.

 

At the closing of the home we had several sets of keys given to us. Around ten keys to be exact. Usually there are just two. So this was a real interesting happening.

 

So, since there are many doors leading in and out, I left keys in all the doors to lock and unlock for the first day while moving in.
I was careful to take them off the key ring one at a time. Counting them as I went along.

In the evening before setting the alarms on the first night, I went to each room to collect the keys and put them back on the key ring.  I only could locate six keys however? Where were the other four? I asked my fiancé about this. He was unaware that I had left any keys in the doors, he said he didn't notice. I then asked my son.  He said he hadn't had time to look for keys as they were both working alone unloading the trucks. Believe me, they were both very busy, and working very hard all day and late into the night! So where were the keys? Who or what could have taken them? I immediately prayed for wisdom and protection. I could not focus on what was going on. We were all so exhausted from the move we simply had to get some sleep!

 

The next day, my fiancé went off to work early as usual. My son and I were home alone. My son who has some challenges works well with constant supervision. So he is pretty much with me all the time. He and I were in my Library and we were hanging a cross over one of the doors when all of a sudden one of the big doors in the room closed. All by itself! No breeze in the home. No fans turned on. No air conditioner was running anywhere in the home.  

No reason for this large door to all of a sudden just close!

These are not small, thin, light doors! Was it the cross that offended something or some one?

I stopped what I was doing and cleansed the home immediately.

My son just stood and watched me. I asked him if he had seen anything. He was a bit frightened at that moment, but said, "no, I saw nothing"!

I had been noticing in my peripheral view something moving from time to time throughout the house. Being a Demonologist I tend to ignore many small insignificant things until I have reason to think they can be harmful.

This happens frequently actually. I could be binding and rebuking constantly if I wasn't discerning spirits as much as I do. 

However once the entity moved the door, it had my full attention!

The keys were still bothering me as I wondered how these entities could physically move items, and to where?

The minute I came against this entity the entire home feeling changed.  It's sad to say, we were so busy moving in we didn't have time to do a walkthrough cleansing and anointing.

When heavy negative and strange things happen in any place residual energies can exist and spirits can be a part of these energies. They aren't always, but they can be.  It appears negative energies have been here in this home for some time. I wondered about that before we moved in. I had been feeling something and now it was clear there was something to be concerned about. The day went on as normal for the most part after the prayer and cleansing.

 

We woke up the next day and I noticed that all the missing keys were accounted for. The ring with the four keys was found in the kitchen by myself as I went to make coffee. They weren't there last night!  How they got there none of us had a clue. It truly does no good to waste time on all the possibilities. I've been down that road before. We were just happy to have them back. I put them in a safe place and showed Kevin where I put them. So now we both have eyes on the keys.

I must say I do get tired of having to constantly be on my spiritual toes with demonic or spiritual warfare of sorts, but it sure is rewarding each time I am able to take authority over these energies in JESUS name and get a good victory over these odd circumstances that  always seem to happen to me in this life!

If you're having issues with anything such as this, or greater, please

 contact me. I can help you.

 



A Young Perspective

I lived in St. Petersburg Florida as a young girl going to school.  

I was attending Azalea Elementary at the time I experienced this very strange happening.

 

I remember many odd things happening to me at a very young age. Most were extremely bizarre as I look back at them now. At the time, I didn't know what bizarre meant. I also didn't know that it was happening to me and not everyone else! I thought everyone had these "incidences" happening to them. So I believed it was normal. It was certainly normal to me! I found it strange that no one ever mentioned anything to me about them  having odd experiences however. I always waited for someone to say something first. I thought, sooner or later someone will share something with me, then I will share what happened to me. That day wouldn't come for many years.

 

So, I was in the 5th grade and walking home from school one day, I lived farther than most of the other children from school so I was alone, as usual, for about nine or so blocks on my trek home everyday. 

While heading home alone on this day,

I heard a mans voice call my name?

I clearly heard it, right in my left ear, "Teri". It seemed as if he were right behind me, and extremely close. His voice seemed real friendly, definitely a mans voice, and he seemed older, like maybe he was someone who knew me,

so I wasn't alarmed at all.

I stopped walking, and looked around. I didn't see anybody behind me. I fully expected to see a man standing there, someone I knew because the voice seemed friendly, but there was no one in sight.

I wondered why I had heard my name called? It didn't make any sense. I walked toward home many times after school alone and never heard anyone call my name before. "Nobody around here even knows me", I thought to myself. Oh well, I thought, It didn't seem to alarm me at all. There was no friendly man anywhere so I just kept on walking,

I didn't get much further down the sidewalk and I hear the voice call to me again. Same voice, "Teri" clearly in my left ear! But again I saw no one! And again, I wasn't really startled, I don't know why I wasn't afraid. It somehow seemed like a friendly voice.

When I stopped again this time, I was next to a big green bush I passed everyday walking home. I remember this so clearly and completely, as I always stopped here to smell the leaves on this particular bush.  (I would crack the leaves in half and smell the wonderful fresh fragrance of the plant. I just loved the fresh, clean scent. I would always grab a few to crack and smell as I walked home. I don't know why I did this, I just always did).

As I stood there smelling the leave I had just cracked open, I kept looking around. Where was that mans voice coming from? I looked in the yard beyond the green bush, no one was there. I looked across the street, no one was there either. No one behind me, but the voice sounded as if it were in my ear. So close. Just then a car drove by and I remember thinking, everything is OK, there is no one here, so I kept walking again. This time though I remember thinking "where is this voice coming from"?

Then I heard the voice again, It clearly said, "Teri" a third time!  It then continued, "are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl"? Well that was a silly question I thought to myself and

I said right out loud as I continued walking down the sidewalk, "Oh, I'm going to be a good girl", (very matter of fact, I said this as if it were an actual well known fact)! and I kept on walking towards home. I didn't even stop to answer. I just kept on walking.

I have literally wondered about this incident all my life!

WHY would a voice I could not see poise this question to me on my walk home from school in broad daylight?

While I was just a child?

I had answered as if I were talking to the "Man or Person" asking me this question, but I was very sure there was no one there. I know I never saw anyone! I had simply heard a voice.

I never told my Mom about this, and I'm not sure why.

It was just another strange incident in my life that never really made any sense to me. I often kept these odd happenings to myself. I will never understand why I didn't confide in my Mom. That has never made any sense to me. It's as if these odd things would happen and I would simply ignore them.

They became so common place.

  

 Maybe you have had this sort of odd thing happen to you?

I guess I could say I've always known I would be "Good".

It was in my heart to be good from an early age, I don't understand why I knew this, but I did. I remember other strange affirmations of this, and on this day in my life I spoke that into the universe very matter of fact! 

Life is clearly not as it appears to be. Seems we have choices to make in this life that we are aware of at a very young age. There are many things that happen to us along our path from birth to death that we may never truly understand. This was one of them for me.

A New Eureka for today

So, I was sound asleep last night October 13th, 2015 having a strange dream and I woke up for just a brief moment to hear the LORD speaking to me.

This has happened many times over my life so I don't freak out when this happens anymore. I have come to expect it and am always extremely grateful for the exchange and vocal visitation.

 

I had been having a very troubling dream which isn't odd for me at all but this dream was as if I were partially awake.

Dreams can feel very real. But they are still just dreams. Many people confuse dreams for reality especially upon waking.

Dreams never usually mean what they seem to, but the dream specifically belongs to the dreamer for sure, and each dream must be examined upon waking for it's true meaning.

Had I not known for sure I was dreaming and then woke up I would have been a bit confused myself. I hate it when that happens.

You have to know the difference, it's very important, otherwise we would all live in dreamland.

My dream was that I had been frightened by someone approaching me in the dream and appearing as someone he was not. He spoke to me and even got into my bed pretending he was someone I knew and loved. Then in my dream I realized this in fact was not my good friend at all. Startled and concerned, I woke up.

I sat straight up in bed now I was sure I was fully awake.

This person in my dream was Just  someone appearing to be my friend. He was not there to be friendly towards me.

Now sitting up and rubbing my eyes, I heard the LORD say to me,

"Do you see how they shape shift", 

"Was this your friend"?,  I answered the LORD out loud as I sat on my bed and said, "No", it wasn't"!

He said then to me, "This is Truth".

 

It was as if HE answered me in a parable,

that just vibrated through me and illuminated my understanding as I thought through the dream, when HE spoke to me.

I had an epiphany! I realized I had clarity on this from the LORD.

I realize this is my answer. (I pray you can find yours!)

 

I understood the LORD to have told me that the spirits who come to us are  actually demons that can shape shift. right before our eyes. 

They are NOT spirits of our loved ones if they materialize!

When we think we are seeing spirits of someone we knew in this life, or we  currently know, and they are not physically actually here with us, we are clearly being tricked by demons and their well planned schemes. They are very clever at this deception. They lead us willing down a destructive road. We follow because we are so curious. Deeper and deeper into a false reality.

 

I sat there on the bed for a moment and pondered what I had just heard.

I have always believed that everything created was created by GOD.

I also believe that there are Angels, Demons, Aliens,  other species. and Humans, In that order, that were created as well.

The LORD had just pointed out clearly to me that ghosts, spirits and ethereal sightings are actually demonic in nature. They trick us. They shape shift. They deceive us. This may seem hard to believe. But I know this is TRUTH.

So what are DEMONS?

 

Truthfully, they are nothing more than fallen angels. Who have been sent here to destroy, lie and deceive. They live in the heaven we see with our eyes. The first heaven if you will. The sky as we see and know it. They have been assigned this destiny for a season.

How can this be possible? The Bible gives the account that Satan, the ruler of the fallen angels and the father of lies, was cast down to  earth from heaven, with a third of angels assigned to his care who also "fell" along with him from where the LORD of Glory abides. His name once he fell at that point was changed from Lucifer (A covering Arch angel) to satan or the devil.

His cohort who fell with him became demons.

He was cast here to serve an allotted time and seasons on the earth.

Which the time allotted is not certain and no man knows.

He is called the prince small "P" and power small "P" of the air. He has dominion over the first heaven. That is the sky we see with the naked eye.

The second heaven is the cosmos, the third is where GOD dwells as I mentioned earlier.

He and his entourage are free to roam about looking for those to devour. Not physically, but spiritually with lies and tricks and schemes.

 

So why has this epiphany come now regarding that satan himself is behind all the deception, not ghosts or spirits?  Well, I firmly believe that as I seek and ask GOD to reveal truth to me,

HE will. And HE has.

 

So why is this significant? Because many people are  being tricked and even tortured by seeing spirits, ghosts and the like thinking them to be who they claim or appear to be. They are not who they say they are. They are deceiving people. They have only your soul in mind to destroy from receiving the Truth. The allotted time makes them crafty and cruel. You think you see a loved one, it's clearly not a loved one.

It is their image, it is even their voice, but it is not them.

Each of us needs to look into this truth for ourselves. It will come to you as a revelation from the LORD. Or not.

 

But if you Ask, Seek and Knock for truth, GOD will answer you.

As HE has me. But don't believe me, find out for yourself.

I know there are psychics and teachers who will strongly disagree with me. That's OK.

Truth is always stranger than fiction!

 

 

 

 



The Intersection of Dimensions

So, the weather in Florida has been at unprecedented rain fall levels for the past three weeks. July and August of 2015 have set new records throughout the State. It was reported that the steady rainfall hasn't been this serious in over 70 years. With that being said, I have been watching the retaining wall disappear over the last three weeks and the Lake in our back yard rise higher and higher towards the house. 

Knowing that there are alligators living in the Lake has made me a bit uncomfortable, since there is no secure wall dividing the Lake from my back yard.  The deck I usually enjoy my morning coffee on disappeared over two weeks ago. It succumbed to the rising water. The table and swing on the deck are still slightly visible as the water has come up so high.

So, early this morning as I made my way to the back dining room window to check on the water levels of the lake I was surprised to see the gator on the grass in the back yard. It was so early the sun had just barely come up. The gator could hardly be seen between the shadows on the Lake from the early morning sunrise bouncing off the water.

But none the less, there he was.

Basking on the lawn which was at least four feet underwater.

I ran to get my camera as I saw him there just feet from the edge of the water.  I yelled for Kevin to come see the gator and to get a picture as well. We have been watching this gator grow up over the past few years as he has surfaced every now and then. He is still pretty small but he's twice the size of what he was just a year ago.

Kevin took his pictures through the back window, he was focusing his shot between the window and the early morning condensation that had covered the glass, but I crept outside to get a closer look and hopefully a close up picture. As I quietly opened the back sliding doors leading into the lanai, I whispered to Kevin as he stood at the window to be real quite so as not to disturb the gator.

I walked out towards the gator very slowly and clicked away several times. The flash was on on my camera and it lit up the back yard. The gator seemed to sit there and allow me to take his photo.

I was only out in the yard for a minute or two when the gator swung his tail abruptly on the water and made an immense splash and submerged from sight.

I screamed out loud, Wow! It took me by surprise as I watched this amazing creature swim away in a splash of  his intense power.

I was so excited! I got the picture!

As I turned to come back in the house from the darkness I saw Kevin in his dark blue robe walking away from the window and  into the living room. But, when I turned to look into the house through the other set of sliding glass doors I was shocked to see Kevin sitting on the couch watching T.V. and on his computer!
How was this possible? He's in two places at once!

It was frightening! Here I was so excited about the gator and now so instantly confused in the same moment as to what I was seeing.
How was this even possible? Dimensions were crossing here!

I was so excited about getting this amazing picture from the lake and NOW I was thrust into a paranormal moment. It was a feeling quite like none I have ever had before.
The perfect storm of emotional feelings, One very intense and high and the other confusing and frightening!

How was it possible to clearly see Kevin walking towards the living room through one set of sliding glass doors while he was already in the living room seated on the couch with his laptop on his lap and watching the T.V. which was clearly visible through the second set of sliding glass doors?

How does this happen?

I was speechless. I was in the moment of two very different emotional happenings. Two different worlds if you will.
I continued on into the house and approached the Kevin I saw sitting on the couch, I looked at him oddly to see if in fact it was him, I relayed what I was going through to him as he sat there, looking at me, and I asked him how this was possible?

He replied to me, "I have no idea". He didn't seem to believe me at that moment. That upset me deeply.

He suggested it was me possibly seeing my own shadow in the reflection of the glass, that I mistook for him, but it clearly was not a reflection of me I assured him, I clearly saw Kevin in his robe walking. Moving forward, I was standing still!

I saw Kevin walking away from the window in his dark blue robe  and I noticed his hair and his stride, it was clearly him!  Or a ghost of him? I was wearing a white robe, so if I would have seen my reflection it would have been stationary, because I wasn't moving, as I had just turned around, and it would have been a white reflection, or a lighter reflection on the glass door.

 

When I came into the house through the lanai sliding doors I beheld Kevin on the couch. I wondered for a moment, who is the real Kevin here? It made me tingle with an odd feeling. Where did his apparition go? It simply disappeared as I focused on the reflection of Kevin actually sitting on the couch!

I asked myself several times, how can this happen?
It's as if I was seeing him in some sort of altered time.

How is that possible?

It was like the perfect storm of paranormal and excitement meeting together and exploding into another dimension.

While I sit here writing this I am still overwhelmed by this incident.

I'm always grateful for how my life unfolds on a daily basis but I will say that with every new day I seem to experience something more bizarre than the day before.

This life we live is full of uncertainties and strange happenings.

Thank GOD I don't walk this journey alone!

So, please enjoy the picture I took this morning of the gator on the lake. It is the actual picture I took just before the paranormal intersected with my morning.

I thank GOD for HIS continued protection over me in this strange world we live in.
Never forget, Truth is stranger than Fiction!

  



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!