Miracles still happen!

 

So, as far as I can see there are good days and then there are bad days. They just happen. No rhyme or reason. You just wake up one day and everything starts to escalate. This last week has had one of those "days" that has come upon me. It started on Monday and it took Tuesday and Wednesday along for the ride,

 

But then there are the miracles that bring remembrance of who holds each day in HIS hands.

 

So, Monday ended up being a very trying day. I spent the most of the morning rejoicing about something I thought was lost to me forever which I had found while searching through old boxes.

It was a Monday morning of true elation!

 

Then the phone rang, and drama entered my life.

My youngest son called. That changed everything!

No transportation and a huge issue he was facing.

I prayed about  the presented dilemma, and weighed what I should or shouldn't do in regards to the situation  which was unfolding.

I love my son!

I made my choices and off I went. Into drama land. Someone else's poor choices had presented the people needing help. O.K. it's not the end of the world, and after all I can help. So off I go, 178 miles up north to help  this someone yet again. Through grueling traffic, did I mention the grueling traffic?

That would have been fine except for the fact that after I was about 58 miles up the road the phone rings again.

It was a friend informing me that my older son had been mauled badly by a pit bull. I now faced a conundrum of sorts. I was on my way up north to help one son and now I'm torn to go down South for the other one. What does a Mother do? I felt pulled in both directions.

My oldest son was hospitalized and treated but was in very bad shape. The wounds were extremely deep and the healing process would be slow and painful. Other issues began to present themselves as well. He was transferred to yet another hospital.

He would now lose his job and become homeless from lack of finances being taken care of. I began praying, looking to GOD for answers. I needed direction now!

I love this boy and he is in such trouble.

 

So after going 178 miles in one direction to the North and back again, I drove another 38 miles to the South to see how I could help the other son.

In the interim I am unable to find the other son as he has been released from the hospital and I don't know where he is. He doesn't have his phone on him. It was now getting late.

After getting someone to assist me in finding him I now have to head back home. Another 38 miles north. There are things I have to do at home and take care of. I won't see my hospitalized son today.

 

I head back home another 38 miles to go. GOD help me, I pray!

 

Tuesday's sun rises and the phone calls start again. the son in the North, 178 miles away in one direction has a situation that arises and is caustic and needs help again immediately!

Again I pray about this, and take off again to help him.

 (I'm sure now that this was a mistake.)

And then the call comes again unexpectedly the son in the South is back in the hospital with complications from his attack, so my day takes a repeat of the previous. I'll be heading back South after I go 178 miles North and back again! The joy's of motherhood!

 

I'm now begging GOD for help to get through this conundrum. What we Mothers do for our children often defies reason. And sometimes, even common sense.

But, men see what men do, GOD see's why!

I think HE shares these reasons with Mothers as a rule.

Can we ever be too kind to our children? Maybe.

 

So, I deliver one son 356 round trip miles later to his point of interest and I head out to see the other son.

 

In the interim I put my reading glasses in my glass case, which had a pair in it already and toss it in my purse. After driving half a day again I spend the day with my son who was just released from the hospital again and console him as he begins his healing process.

I reluctantly head home after a few hours making that dreaded 38 mile trip again.

But, chin up, here I go. Everything seems to be falling back in place. Peace is at the end of the tunnel now I think! Perhaps I can make some arrangements to help this child out and make his life a bit easier as he heals. Off I go again.

 

Wednesday rolls around and I find out from yet another source that I have to make the dreaded 38 mile run back down South for yet another reason. I put my glasses on to set my Garmin to assist me in a quicker way there, there isn't one, great! I throw my glasses back into the case and I'm off! I gather my thoughts and tell myself, I can do this! No problem. I can do all things in peace and love through HIM who strengthens me! So off I go into yet another dilemma. Someone else's drama again. But I console myself and say I will visit my son again and see how he is doing with his healing process.

My whole day is again a day of going here and going there. And the gas prices are $4.00 per gallon....Ugh!

 

And again finally it's getting late and my day is ready to wrap up in the South. I head back on the road to make my 38 mile trek back home again. GOD please help me! The driving in the bumper to bumper traffic is so stressful.

 

As usual the cars are bumper to bumper and the projected one hour ride turns into two grueling hours. No getting around it. Ugh.

 

Finally two hours later I'm home and exhausted from the activities of the past three days. I pull into the driveway, I tell myself I'm not driving anywhere for a month, check my mail and come into the house. I throw my purse on the floor and make myself something to eat. I need to read the directions on the package for the dinner I'm starting and I go to get my glasses. They are not in my purse.  I head back out to the car and search high and low, no glasses.

I go back into the house. Check my purse again. No glasses! I go back out to the car and check under every seat, It is now, at this moment, the stress of three days, miles and miles of driving and other peoples drama and issues hit me.

After all this I just start crying. I have lost my glasses. This was my breaking point. Not just one pair, but both pairs I owned, which I foolishly put in one large black case holder.

 

I could not take it. Somehow this put me over the edge. I sat and cried and cried for well over an hour. everything seemed so bleak . I felt as if I were spiraling down a slippery slope. And I was angry that after all I did to help others, in the interim I hurt myself. I lost my glasses. I can't read without them. I was so frustrated. The tears just kept coming. I just couldn't stop crying!

 

I went in to lay down in bed and try to remember where I had left or lost my glasses. I laid there crying and wracking my brain, how could this have happened. I was sick to my stomach. I prayed to the LORD, PLEASE help me, Please! I cried through the begging, Please HELP me remember, so I can locate them! I decided I couldn't keep crying all night, I went to get up and get a drink of water. As I passed the front window in the living room, I happened to glance outside toward the mailbox. I stopped in my tracks as I noticed something in the compartment under the mailbox. I wondered if it was that big black frog I shooed away from the front door last week. It was  so odd just sitting there. He was huge, and he was black. Was that him in the mailbox?  I headed out the front door toward the mailbox to get a closer look at him. How did he get up that high? It wasn't a frog at all, IT WAS MY GLASSES CASE! Sitting in the mailbox compartment! How did they get there?

How is that possible? I started crying again, but tears of joy. My neighbor was outside and was starring at me. I didn't care. I was so grateful, I was so happy, I ran back into the house crying joyfully!

After all this, all the worry, all the stress, all the drama, all the miles, all the gas money, bumper to bumper traffic,  my glasses showed up after being lost! Thank GOD they did! HOW? I don't have that answer!

GOD treats us better than we could ever expect. I am reminded that as much as I love my sons and would do anything for them, HE loves me more, and remembers me when I call upon HIM!

My week had started with the elation of finding something lost, and ended the exact same way.

Coincidence I ask myself?

Probably not!

<3

 

The Swamp Ape

 

So I was on my first ever exploration to find the elusive

Swamp Ape of Florida.

It was 2013, it was a very warm autumn day. I started the day very early with a team mate from Enigmatic Anomalies, it was 6:00 a.m. or so when we got to the desired location. We were heavy laden with all the best gear available for documentation, collection and proof. We headed through swamps and heavily over grown old Florida growth where a sighting of bigfoot had been reported just a few weeks earlier.  We walked for 3 miles into the dense forest stopping every half hour to check the dense bush with our binoculars for any movement. We also used video cameras to listen for sounds on playback as well as documenting the search.

We decided to take a break as the sun was now very warm and we had been dressed for a much cooler hike.

 

We found a clearing and a huge tree that had fallen over in the area, we took off all our heavy gear and sat down to have a bit of breakfast as we looked over the map we had to determine if we were in the general vicinity of the recent sighting. There were no roads where we were at all just thick brush.

We determined that we would continue heading East for another mile or so and see where that would take us.

Our hopes were to find a nest and some sort of scat or bedding to indicate where the elusive beast may be.

 

We got our gear together  again loaded it onto our back packs and headed East.

After walking for about fifteen minutes we stopped to check the brush out for anything moving with the binoculars.  My team mate was searching to the West watching and listening near areas we had just trekked through and I was looking to the North East, when all of a sudden I saw a fluid movement of a huge black hairy something out about 100 yards away. It moved as if it were flying but yet it was to low to the ground to have flight, and it had a deep orange spot on it like a large marking of some kind. I called to my team mate and said look over there, and as he looked he barley saw the creature as the entity was moving so fast along the tree line.

I was trying to imagine what it could be.

Had we found bigfoot!

We both looked at each other and ran in the vicinity of where I saw this thing moving. We were running towards it but saw nothing. We headed in it's direction and still saw nothing. It took off and moved like it was in flight. I saw no wings and heard just slight crunching of foliage. It took us a while to get to where it was as there was thick foliage and it was difficult to get to the tree line that I saw it near. Once we got there we saw that it wasn't as low as I had thought as it had been as high as some of the trees in that area and now that we were closer it was clear it was about 7 feet tall.

We heard nothing to indicate what it could have been for certain.

It moved effortlessly through the heavy brush. We could barely walk through this stuff. We found many prints but the strides were long and hard to make out, like it was running on the ball of it's foot. We took some pictures for documentation but in the thick brush we couldn't find anything specific to make an impression of.

My teammate said I had beginners luck.

He said he had been out hundreds of times and hadn't gotten a good lead like this.

I wondered if perhaps it was a bit more than that.  

I believe that if there is a bigfoot it is an alien hybrid of some kind. Perhaps that's why I saw it today briefly. Being a contactee perhaps it sensed my presence in the woods. I'm sure what I saw was nothing known to man. The colors of this thing were not normal. Black hair with strong vivid orange markings. I have never seen anything like it.

I continue to search for the creature. I have had several other outings. I have heard it and recorded it. It has responded to my calls, but I  have not seen it again.....

yet.

A Life of Blessings and MIRACLES!

 

So,I was just 16 years old.

I had met a new group of friends who went to another school in town and they were a bit different to say the least. They had a different way of looking at things than I did. They had a rebellious side to them that showed, but they seemed O.K. I knew I should steer clear of them, but they also seemed nice. I started to hang around with them every now and then and I found that they were pretty much like everyone else, the only difference was, was they were more vocal about what they believed. Different. They stayed out longer and talked a little to rough perhaps. But they became friends none the less and I guess I had to respect them in a way.

What can I say, I was young and an extremely shy introvert. They all seemed edgy, like at that time I thought I might want to be.

After being around these friends I ended up seeing some things that I didn't like much however as well.  I felt I had my own path to follow. I was making more of an effort for my future than most of them were. It was time for me to move on.

I decided to stop hanging around with them. 

 

But not before I ended up being impregnated from hanging around one of these  controlling, ruff young men. I broke off my friendship with him a bit to late.

 It was horrible for me how it all happened.

Life had just taught me a very sad lesson.  

 

I immediately changed to a new group of friends at my own school.

The old adage "Bad friends corrupt good morals" is TRUE!

I found this out the hard way.

So, here I was pregnant from the bad choices I had made. 

My Mom had me enroll in a certain home called Florence Crittendon to stay there until my child was born. I lived there 24/7 and went to their private school for seven months.

My daughter was born right after I turned 17.

I grew up really fast.

 

The terms of the unwed mothers home I was in, was that they would put your child up for adoption in exchange for covering your hospital delivery and schooling finances while you were there.  So my Mom made all these provisions, without my awareness of this.

I had no idea that these terms had been made behind my back.

My Mother was very upset with me and did not visit me while I was there.

I was young, there was a lot of things I didn't understand.

After my daughter was born, she was taken from me and adopted out to a family in Florida. The money for her adoption paid for my hospital delivery and private schooling. I had no idea where she was adopted out to or what her new name was. 

I always wondered about her. This had all been so strange.

There were many sleepless nights and troubled days that followed.

 

For 26 years I worked hard on  trying to find her. I often went back to the place where the adoption took place, but they would always ask me to pay them $75.00 dollars for any information they might have. Then they would come back with the same answer over and over again for years, "We have no new information for you".

 I would inquire almost every year.  Every year I would pay them, and I heard the same thing, we have no new information concerning your daughter. I would leave my phone number and my address again and again and again over the years.

 

About five years had past. One afternoon I was flipping through a magazine and I saw a picture in the magazine of an adorable little girl standing looking out a window eating a spoonful of peanut butter as the rain slid down the window while she peered out.

Something gripped me!

Lord I feel as if this is her!

It's just my imagination I told myself!

I starred at that picture for over an hour. It looked a little bit like me when I was young. I wondered if it was my daughter?  Could it possibly be? That would be an amazing coincidence if it was. Something about that picture caused me to connect with it! I wondered if she was even still alive? Was she O.K.? Did she live in Florida? What were her parents like?  Where is she? These thoughts and many more would just haunt me.

It was all so sad. I never wanted to be alone without her, and yet, here I was. All alone.

 Looking at the picture in the magazine I laughed and said, yeah, right, that would be impossible. It can't be her. It's just my imagination. But I wish I just knew if she was O.K.!

I ripped the picture out of my magazine, and kept it in my Bible for the longest time. I would pull the picture out over the next few years as I would pray for her, over and over again. I would pray for my daughter and hope she was in good hands!  I know it seemed silly. But I did it none the less it was a discernment I was having when I looked at that picture. It truly gripped me!

 

Twenty six years after my daughter was born I still had not been able to find her, it was now 1996.

One day as I was sitting at my desk at work, I heard a strong audible  male  voice say to me,

"Teri, go to the orphanage, inquire about your daughter, Now"!

When he said NOW it was very strong and commanding.

I stood right up and went into my boss and said, "excuse me, there is something I have to do right away. I'll be back in a few minutes". He looked up at me and said O.K., he didn't question me at all,  and with that I went to the  parking lot, got in my car and drove quickly to the orphanage. Again I inquired about my daughter. To my shock and surprise the same now very old woman behind the desk, the same woman I had spoken to many, many times before, got up and walked over to a file and came over to me and requested I pay her yet again, the $75.00 dollars. Once I paid her, she handed me a phone number and a manila envelope.

 I started crying.

 

I was shaking so hard I almost fainted, I was very weak at my knees. I turned around and walked slowly to my car in utter amazement. I sat there remembering the Voice that told me to come NOW! I was so grateful and yet so amazed at this. I opened the information in my car and read the letters in the manila envelope.

I read it over and over again.

I had found her! Thank you GOD! I had found her! Finally after searching for 26 years.

The voice that came to me spoke the truth!

I was in possession of her phone number and address. Just like that!

Just as he suggested!

It felt amazing, surreal, anointed!! 

 

I made the call that night. I made plans to fly out to see her.

 

When I got there to her, we spoke of so many things. We just went on and on and on. We cried, we laughed, we starred at each other. It was like looking into a mirror. She looked exactly like me in every way!

She was so beautiful to me. She spoke and acted just like me.

 

She mentioned she was a child model. She told me about all the different companies she modeled for. She mentioned a peanut butter modeling job. I almost fainted! I gasped and said Really! I then described the picture I had taken out of the magazine so many years earlier. She confirmed to me, it was in fact her! She remembered everything about that job, even though she was so young.  That was one of her favorite modeling jobs as a child she told me. I started crying. The picture I had been led to in the magazine, the picture I had kept in my Bible, was in fact, my very own daughter. It was GOD'S way of showing me that she was O.K., healthy and happy.

 

What peace I have now as I look back over my sometimes unfortunate life. I have been guided and vocally directed my entire life.

I am grateful to GOD for his kind care of me here.

I am thankful for HIS care over my children as well.

This truth is much stranger than any fiction I have ever read!

 

Connections and Completions

 

As I look back over my life I see the connecting and completions of so many things.

One of those connections is the relationship between extraterrestrials and my family.

I have no real understanding of  "why" our family was chosen. I only know for certain that we were. I do believe the different species that visit this planet and those species who are living here have needs and use our human race to fill those needs.

They share technological  information with us which benefits mankind for the feeding favors we present them.

 

While I was very young I began experiencing spiritual and extraterrestrial interactions. I did share with my parents what was happening to me but they didn't want to discuss it or even educate me, not that they could!  I'm sure they were pretty stumped themselves as no one spoke of these things back then in our family. It was forbidden. We didn't ever discuss GOD either, but we kids were shuffled off to church so my parents could have a weekend break from us kids.

Eventually I would come to find that my Mother and her husband, my oldest brother, a sister and my son would also join the ranks in our family as having revealed to me what they had seen and experienced.

 

While extraterrestrials are a species more advanced than we are on some levels they also lack many things as well.

I know they have no spirit. No spiritual nature. they don't live eternally and are not a part of the evolution we go through here on earth. They are other than we are and live longer than we do. We as humans go on to a spiritual existence beyond this life.

We evolve. They do not. How do I know this? I just do. I believe they have shared this with me. It is understood between us.

Perhaps they have shared many other things with me as well that I just understand. I can't say for sure. But we are very different from them as a species.

I have received many things through mental telepathy. I don't ask for answers or information, they just come. They are clear and they are true. They guide me through many circumstances and lead me to situations I would not choose myself.

As a spiritual being I submit everything I experience and consider to The Ancient of day's. I believe in an all powerful being. The "GOD" if you will of the universe. HE directs me and confirms what I am hearing from extraterrestrials. If I don't see HIS hand in something. I do not continue. They respect HIM. HE is their creator as well. I have often wondered why the people of earth struggle with the obvious truth that even the off world beings see so clearly?

 

I do believe extraterrestrials have interacted with us and created hybrids. Just as the Nephalim have interacted with us to create Giants and spiritual amalgamations here on earth. As hard as that was for me to wrap my mind around I have come to know this for certain. The extraterrestrials  have a need to prolong their connection with us. I know that they are trying to create a spiritual link between us and them. It has not happened yet. They are dedicated to combining this aspect of life with ours.

I was told it will not happen. They continue to try.

They cannot create.

 

Abductions are a real part of what they are doing here. This is how they learn from us. In this process we have also learned from them. Exchanging information, at a cost.

Cattle mutilations are very real and happening still as I write this post. I am not certain it's extraterrestrials doing the mutilations, but our Government wants us to believe it's all their fault. Remember they continue to search for what they probably won't find.

Knowledge has increased at record speed because of our association with these beings. Fiber optics and the like.

There is, however, a limit to what even they can share with us.  They have chosen the one on one reveal of who they are because our governments have been dishonest with them. They know this.

 

We all wonder why so many species have interacted with us here? What is the ultimate outcome for us all? Believe me, they have an agenda.

 They are all hesitant to interact with us as we are a very fickle group here on Earth. We cannot be trusted. We have allowed our nature to be revealed in our interactions with other species. We strive to be dominant in our greed to learn and will take life if threatened in any way. Or just to enjoy it for dinner!

Man is corrupt and the whole universe is very aware of this.

But still they come and still we experience their interacting's with us.

After all, Truth is stranger than any written fiction could ever be.

 

 

 

 

The Proclimation

I was 13 years old and my Mother and I were heading out to visit a new psychic she had made an appointment with. I had no clue what a psychic was. My Mother was in such a hurry to meet this new woman, "Miriam". It was all she could talk about. I remember my Mom telling me that Miriam had great powers with the "other side" whatever that meant, and it had taken her nearly 6 months to book this appointment. To say the least my Mother was extremely excited and here we were driving to the North East section of our city to see this "wonderful" woman. I was feeling very confused. I just didn't understand what all this fuss was really all about.

The North East area of our city was known for it's enchanting homes. I thought, well, at least she'll have a nice house to wait in.

I had no idea what my Mom's excitement was really all about. At 13 there isn't much to know about these things. They just didn't concern me. I was thinking, "Oh great. I'll sit and wait for hours as my Mom and Miriam go do whatever it is psychic's do with the other side"! Needless to say, for me it was simply going to be scary, weird and boring!

 

My Mom had fed me so full of stories about Miriam, she said this woman would talk to the dead and share what they tell her! Sounded weird and scary to me. I wasn't looking forward to waiting in the front room alone like my Mom had told me too, while she was in the back room with dead people talking to Miriam!

So I drove along to this house of high strangeness and didn't speak nary a word to my Mom the whole trip there.  

My young mind was just racing.

As we pulled up to the driveway and beheld the house we were amazed at how pretty it was. Lush landscaping and the home was well taken care of. Beautiful potted plants and various wonderful trees of all kinds. My Mom gave me her last minute instructions.

"Do not say a word when we get inside. Be kind and take a seat immediately and be quite. Don't  come bother us while we are in the back room"! I had heard these instructions a time or two before so I nodded my head and hesitantly followed my Mom up to the front door.

On the front door to this massive home was a pretty framed note. It said,

"Come in, sit down in the foyer and Miriam will be with you at your appointed time". We both looked at each other and whispered, O.K. that's odd.

Then I made my last attempt at not going inside.

 

That seemed really creepy to me, I was starting to get a lot more nervous. I told my Mom I would wait in the car. She was insistent I keep myself quite and proper and sit inside and wait. I remember asking her, well, actually begging her to let me sit in the car. She would simply not allow for this. I was making her angry. She again said sternly, "be quite and behave"!

I felt as if I wanted to run to the car. She gave me that "look" Mom's can give you when you're on their last nerve!

 

My Mother opened the door and we walked quietly inside. The room was huge and so spacious and open. There were a few trees in the room in large pots, they really made a statement! There were beautiful large carpets that lay on the floor, beautiful furnishings and pictures adorned this lovely home. The house had a peculiar smell to it. Like an incense kind of smell. We both  took a seat on a lovely tufted bench in the foyer and in the deafening silence of this huge home, we could hear the ringing of bells like wind chimes, that was the only noise at all, so we waited. Like the sign said to!

We were about five minutes early when we arrived so after about four and one half minutes, we heard a yell from the back room, It shocked us both, even though she was right on point, "Welcome, I will be with you in just a minute". Her voice kind of sang as she spoke, she sounded pleasant enough, was that Miriam?

And with that this Old grey haired woman dressed in a long flowing gown type of dress made her entrance and came around the corner. Her nails were long and painted and she wore sandals with matching polish on her toes.  She had a huge smile, but she was staring at me the whole time. She was truly staring.

My Mother stood up and began to approach her to introduce herself to her, and as she was speaking, Miriam stopped dead in her tracks while looking over at me and screamed out loud! I mean actually screamed, like she had just seen a ghost!

(I thought I was going to faint she scared me so) She said:

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE MARY, "OH MY GOD MARY, LOOK HERE, THIS CHILD WITH YOU IS A CHILD OF GOD! SHE IS VERY SPECIAL, I HAVE NEVER SEEN GOD ON ANY HUMAN BEING LIKE I SEE HIM HERE WITH HER! SHE IS WHITE LIGHT LIKE I HAVE NEVER SEE IN CHILDREN!

I was still holding my breath from the scare of this strange woman yelling and pointing at me! I was shocked, to say the least. What was she talking about? ME?  White light? What is that? GOD? How does she know this?

Then something happened I will truly never forget. My Mother quickly spoke back and became indignant and said very matter of fact, "well Miriam, I did not bring her here to be read!

 I want you to read me!

 

With that Miriam looked strangely at my Mother and said "but Mary", this child is different! My Mom responded, we are wasting my allotted time here. I've waited for months to be here with you!

So Miriam said, very well, yes you have, she composed herself and said, I am just stunned with the light this child has around her, her aura is huge! You must bring her back for me!

With that Mom and Miriam disappeared down the hallway and I heard a door close. Then silence again. All I could hear was my pounding heart! I waited at least an hour sitting on the bench alone. I sat thinking about what this woman had said and really mostly how she said it.  I didn't understand a word of it.

My Mother came down the hall alone with Miriam following behind her a moment later. She asked my Mothers permission to read me. My mother said No, I haven't the money for it. Then my Mom looked at me and could see I was very much afraid of this woman who screamed and startled the dickens out of me. I must have had a very petrified look on my face. Then Miriam offered to read for me for free. My Mother said, No, we have to get back so I can go to work. Miriam asked her to make an appointment with us then at a later date.  My Mother hesitated and said she would call her. With that my Mom said, come on Teri we have to go. My Mom seemed almost as if she was in a hurry to leave. She thanked Miriam again and said goodbye, and we left.

My Mom said almost nothing the whole way home. She looked troubled. I was in fear of asking what the dead had said, so I kept quite.

We never spoke of the visit to Miriam's again, until many years later, while I was in my 50's. My Mother had said she had had a very similar odd experience with me the day I was born. The Doctor and nurses made odd comments to her about me, they told her it was like watching a miracle. She explained you have always been different. I just laughed and took her words into stride.

All Mothers feel that way, don't they?

She told me then at this discussion it would be me who would be the one with her at the end of her life. She had always known that. I would be the one chosen to be with her as she moved into the unknown realms. I assured my Mother then, because I didn't want to have that conversation with her, yes, Mom, I will be there with you.  I am here for you now and will always be.

She smiled and we never talked about any of this again.

I actually was the one at my Mothers bedside when she passed.

But that's another story.

 

 

The Messanger Angel

It was 1982, I was at home lying on the couch in my front room, it was about 2:00 pm in the afternoon. I was waiting for some friends to come by for a visit. I was really excited that they were coming over. I was thinking they should be by just about anytime now. I am always ready and waiting so early before anyone comes to visit. I had gotten the coffee ready and the snacks I would be serving. 
 I was waiting near the front door, so I decided to stretch out on the couch and read for a while to take my mind off of the fact that my friends were late.

I was starring out the front door which I had open, only the screen door was closed. It was a beautiful warm summer day.

I saw a glimmer from my right peripheral view and I looked in that direction and to my complete amazement I saw an Angel who had appeared there, just like that! He was dressed in a long white robe standing less than 2 feet from me! He was about 6 feet tall and had long white hair to his shoulders. He had soft white ringlets in his hair. His eyes were big, clear and very blue. There was a flesh color in his face, his lips had a slight red tint on them and he looked very peaceful, healthy and serene. He had an appealing smile on his face but did not speak to me at all.  He was so beautiful! I found myself amazed that he just appeared from nowhere! I sat up immediately and he stood back just a bit. I starred at him waiting to hear something.
He said nothing. He stood there looking me right in the eyes. I drank in every moment with my eyes. It was a divine moment I will never forget! I waited still for him to say something to me. He said nothing at all.

Nothing! He spoke not one word! His countenance was so kind, caring and concerned for me. He was a beautiful creature to behold. Perfection I thought to myself, simple perfection!

 

We were both looking right into each others eyes still. I didn't want to look away. I felt that this moment was divine intervention! But why? It was orphic!  The light in the room was different. The mood was so refreshing and calm.

I said not a word. I was still sort of stunned. He had a chiseled face of such perfection and was so strong in appearance. I was just in awe of his presence. He wasn't like any human man at all. He seemed to possess such pure energy! It's really hard to describe that moment.

 

After about a minute or two of sizing each other up, he pointed straight out the front door. His gaze changed to that of a serious nature. I looked down his arm in the direction he pointed out the door and to my surprise, right where the end of his finger pointed was exactly where my friends car had just pulled in and parked in my driveway!
That was odd I thought to myself.
My friends are finally here, now, while an amazing Angel is pointing at them through the doorway!
 I looked at the Angels face to see if he was going to speak to me about my friends who had just arrived and he vanished between me seeing the end of his finger and looking back to see his face! He was gone! Just that fast. Just like that!

 

My friends (Brian and Anne) were both sitting out in their car. They were having an argument actually with each other, How odd I thought, which is why they didn't come in as the Angel was pointing at them.

Here is this amazing, fantastic moment in time and these two are fighting! It just made no sense to me!

 

I ran out to the car, interrupted their argument and told them what had just happened. They refocused a moment and said, "What"?They asked me what the Angel said? I told them he said nothing. He only pointed out the door just as they drove up and they stopped exactly where the end of his finger had pointed! We all wondered what that could have meant?  We had no idea, not even a clue.

I thought and expressed, why would GOD allow something like this to happen and then leave me hanging? They agreed. We didn't know? We went on about our day. My thoughts kept returning to the incident, but I couldn't figure out what the Angel was inferring. How strange this was I kept pondering.

 

Many years have passed since that experience. I did finally see what the Angel was pointing out. Brian and Anne would be a very special couple in my life. I was to support their ministry. And to this day I pray for them and support them as I can.  They are an anointed couple with a wonderful gift. Serving GOD and walking their life out before the eyes of the LORD.

 

I thank GOD for the that Angel appearing to me and I have said on more than one occasion, "the Angels of the Most High are always welcome in my home, as is HE himself"!

 



The Miracle Bread

 

So, it was November of 1978. It was a cool day and I had a desire to bake! One of my all time favorite recipes is my Pumpkin Bread recipe. I love Pumpkin bread, so I decided to make two loaf pans of bread. One can of pumpkin was just perfect for two loaves.

I had just gotten a call after the bread came out of the oven.

My friend Paula called me and said we have a girl who has been coming to church lately who has just lost everything, her name was Dorcas. She lost her Job and soon she could loose her apartment. She didn't know if she would be able to keep her car either.

I suggested going to her home and bringing her dinner and some rations to keep her going for a month or so.  I had just made the pumpkin bread so I figured I would bring both loaves to her. My friend loved the idea so we planned a party at Dorcas home to surprise her.

I called Dorcas and let her know we would be coming by with some friends and a few items for her. She said O.K. That would be wonderful!

The next night I gathered up my Pumpkin bread (both loaves) and took it over to her house. There were about 20 or so people who all showed up with canned goods and frozen items as well as cards with cash and other items for the home. It was a wonderful turnout. We served my pumpkin bread as a main dessert for everybody and we served up both loaves. It was a really nice evening. My friend Paula played guitar we all sang and prayed for Dorcas.

I returned home that night with my two empty loaf pans, pleased but exhausted, washed the pans and went to bed.

 

The next morning I woke up and walked into my kitchen. I headed straight for the coffee pot. As I passed the oven I noticed a loaf of Pumpkin bread sitting on the top of the stove right smack dab in the center. I had to look twice! I screamed out load "WHAT"? Then I froze in my tracks. I starred at that loaf of bread and was shocked! I had only made two loaves when I baked my bread 2 days earlier.

TWO LOAVES ONLY!

How could there be a third loaf sitting on my stove? My two clean pans were sitting in the drainer! It was virtually Impossible! I ran to the phone and called my Pastor. I explained what I was seeing on the stove. I said, "what do I do with it"? He laughed and said, "Well Teri, I think you should eat it with your family tonight", I think you should all just enjoy it, obviously GOD has blessed you!

All day long I starred at that pumpkin bread. My husband was shocked! I called several people from church. I shared my story with them all. I went over the night at Dorcas house over and over in my mind, I clearly remember cutting both loaves into thin slices for everybody. Those who were there remember both loaf pans. They said it was great pumpkin bread. Where did this loaf come from? It was literally Manna from Heaven!

 

That night my family and I ate the bread together, we also shared some of it with a couple neighborhood kids who visited for my sons that night.

That was it! It was eaten, it was gone, it was bread from Heaven!

I will never understand how that happened. I only know that it did.

It's amazing to me that GOD chose to bless me with this odd gift.

And YES, It was good and it was in another of my glass pans! 

Spirits Want Your Attention

It was another beautiful day, as are most in the Sunshine State.  I was working feverishly on my computer at my desk in the living room. I had been working at home for about 5 years at this time.

I had been busy all morning and was thinking I might take a break. I kept pushing myself to finish what I was working on today so I could just get it over with. I was so focused I just had to press on. You know how it is when you just have so  much on your plate you feel as if you have to catch up before more work comes your way.

 

All of a sudden I heard a huge crash in the kitchen! It was so loud! I thought immediately what could that be? Geeze did the ceiling cave in? I didn't have anything in there that could fall and make all that noise! It sounded as if every pot and pan I owned in the kitchen was dropped on the tile floor.

I quickly threw my chair back from the desk, got up and went into the kitchen. My mind was racing the whole time, I was headed to the kitchen, "what was that"? What could make such a racket? 

I thought to myself, surely the tile floor will be all cracked from that loud bang!

I stood in the doorway to the kitchen and 

 looked on the floor to see what had fallen, and to my utter surprise the floor was completely clean, nothing was on it all, nothing had fallen! There was nothing at all on that floor, how is that possible? Nothing seemed out of place, It was as I had left it after breakfast. Clean! I stood there for a moment and thought about what could have made all that ruckus? Where did that loud pot and pan crash sound come from? My pots and pans were all in large drawers. Stacked nicely into each other. So I opened them one by one to see if something had shifted in them, only to find they were all stacked neatly away. So I opened all the cupboards to see if a shelf had broken, but everything was in it's place.  There was no explanation for the loud crash I had just heard. I continued looking  around the kitchen for answers, I looked in the oven to see if a shelf had broken in there, I didn't think it could have really, but I was desperate to see where this noise came from. I had to debunk this loud bang, but everything was in perfect order.

I stood there in the doorway to the kitchen and thought to myself,

"this is not something from the natural world". I'm not alone here today. This is truly paranormal.

Someone or something wanted to get my attention!  

I'm certain now that this is clearly a spiritual issue going on here.

I said out loud, what is this? What do you want? Who are you? But no response came. I did feel something odd but not frightening. So I rebuked it in JESUS name and threw it out of the house and walked back to the living room and sat down at my computer to complete my work.

 

It never ceases to amaze me how strange the paranormal world we live in is. Some people can live their entire life and never hear or see a thing. Never experience anything odd at all. Others of us can't even get through a business day without being hassled. I never figured out what happened that day.  There was no debunking the noise. It clearly happened yet there was no reason for it. I never did find out why whoever made that horrible loud crash wanted my attention? It was just another strange event that happened to me. Another event I left in the LORDS hands.

Something wanted me to know I was not alone that day.

Are we ever really alone ever? I don't think so.

Truth is always stranger than fiction.



An Appearance From Beyond

It was January 25, 2012. My Mothers birthday.

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

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

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

transcended ascension? 

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

A moment that they understand, from beyond.

 

 

Shadow In The Storm

So, one night in 1987 I was sitting home reading a good book, which I usually read at night to help make myself feel sleepy. I began to hear the rain start pounding down on my roof. I thought to myself, sheeesh, where did that come from all of a sudden. I don't remember hearing anything about a serious storm coming tonight. The pounding grew louder and louder and it really got me concerned. Nothing was mentioned on the news about a severe storm, but this wind sounded suspicious.

I had put the kids to bed earlier and was hoping to hit the hay early myself. I decided to check the doors before I went to bed to make sure they were locked and bolted. So I  got up and went to the kitchen, I checked the back door, it was dead bolt locked, so then I walked to the front door and l checked that lock, it was also locked. I had just turned out the last light in the den as I headed back into the bedroom. The rain was still just pounding the roof and the wind was blowing so loud I wondered if the lawn equipment was going to be O.K. An uneasy feeling came over me. I got back up and checked the windows to make sure they were closed tight. The lightening was cracking and it seemed really close. I went back into the den to recheck yet again.

I had an odd feeling about the severity of this storm!

 

It was then as I was standing in the den after shutting off the last light for the night that I heard the wind literally pushing at my back door. It was rushing at it so hard I thought perhaps it was going to blow it wide open. But I said to myself, well, that's impossible, it has a dead bolt on it! I stood there listening to the wind and rain with serious concerns. I checked on the kids one last time and thought I'll just go stand in the kitchen for a moment as this wind is really acting up, it seems worse than I have ever heard it before. I was alone standing in the dark kitchen barefoot and in my night gown. I just felt as if I had to be in the kitchen for some strange and unknown reason. I was to unsettled to go to sleep. I was now literally starring at the back door standing in the dark kitchen. It was moving back and forth from the wind like I had never seen before and I must say I got a bit frightened. That had never happened before and I had been through 12 years of hurricanes and tropical storms in that house and nothing like this had ever happened. It was as if the door were going to come off the hinges. Back and forth it was moving before my very eyes as I stood there!  I felt like I was about to encounter something very strange. I could not shake the feeling.

I didn't know if it would be spiritual or what, but I was mustering up all my strength standing there in my nightgown!

 

I had always heard that if a tornado comes you can hear it first. I have heard it sounds like a freight train barreling down on you. But I could only hear the wind and the rain. And I started feeling more and more odd.

 

What happened next was so bizarre and scary I'm surprised I was not hurt.

All of a sudden as I stood there two feet from looking at the back door, it blew wide open!

The rain and wind were coming in so hard It threw me to the floor! I slipped as I became soaked by the water on the tile floor, but what was worse than all that was that in my alley as I looked out past the rain, I could see a tall man standing there looking right at me. The street light from the alley made it clear to see him with the wind and rain and lightening crashing all around. I could not see his face, but I could clearly see a man. He was wearing a cowboy hat. His silhouette was frightening standing there. He didn't move, he didn't come closer, he just stood there as if it was him blowing at the back door. I was laying on the floor when I saw him in the street light in the alley and the hair stood right up on my body. I knew I had to close the door and lock it again immediately!  I felt like I was fighting a demonic spirit! I was afraid the man would try to get in. The tile floor was so wet and slippery I could not get my footing to stand up and the wind and rain were coming in so hard I had to fight really hard to get up, I just kept slipping back down on my knees.  I wedged my right foot at the corner near the bathroom and the back door and pulled myself up the wall. I got the door and tried to close it but it would NOT close to my amazement, I tried several times pushing against the force of the wind but I could not get the dead bolt to close! I couldn't believe it, it just would not catch. The wind kept pushing it open again! How is that possible, I thought, so I pushed it closed once more and again the same thing happened. I started crying, this was just to much! I was so frustrated, how could a dead bolt not bolt the door? It simply slid out like it was broken! The man was still standing there. I was desperate to close the door! I was getting very nervous that he was going to come into the house. It was at that moment,  just as I thought that thought, when he actually started walking up the back driveway slowly and I was in a panic to close the door! My heart was pounding out of my chest! I pushed the door closed one more time and I started praying in the spirit and asking GOD to please help me! I kept slipping on the tile floor every time I tried to use force to close the door!  How I finally got the door closed I will never know. I know it was a miracle because the wind never let up for a moment! The wind was pushing against the door as I was trying to close it with each try. I got close to closing it three times but it would not stay closed. It was as if the man in the alley staring at me was fighting me to keep the door open. After the third try I got the door closed and I bolted it again!

 "FINALLY"

It worked! I had no faith in that bolt however so I also chained the door closed as well with the little chain lock on the door and the doorknob lock as well!  I was so grateful for that chain. The man was in my back driveway now and I was so scared. I was soaked and cold and so afraid. So I kept the lights off as I didn't want him to be able to see in. I pulled the curtains closed tight at the back window. It was all I could do.

Then I rebuked the enemy that fought me, I didn't know if it was the wind or the will of the man in the alley, but I prayed hard against whatever it was. I was so grateful for the victory!  

I dried myself off and sat in my bedroom shaking. I sat quietly in the dark listening to every sound. It seemed as the rain had slowed considerably now. I looked back outside after a few minutes and didn't see the man standing there any longer. Needless to say I wasn't tired anymore. I thought about calling the police but I didn't see the man out back any longer, what were they going do? What could they do?

 

To this day I don't think what blew that door open was the wind. I think that man opened the door somehow and I could feel the oddness of it all which is why I stood there staring at the door in the first place. I was right there when the door opened and stood my ground fighting to close the door again. I don't think the man was expecting that!

Today I'm grateful that nothing worse happened, but I will never forget that night. Not ever!

And I thank GOD for divine intervention and wisdom as HE protected me from that possible attack.

What doesn't kill you DOES make you stronger!

 

 

The Floating Head, Part 2

 

So, after about three months had passed since my experience at the St. Petersburg beach apartment I found myself one night in Tampa watching a live group from Miami who happened to be passing through while on their way to Buffalo, New York. 

I had been staying with friends as not to return to my Moms place and that was getting very stressful for me. Living with friends was not working well for me. 

The Group was looking for a female vocalist. I mentioned I sang. They asked me if I wanted to interview for the job. 

 I was honored. I showed up the next day per the invitation and was so surprised when I found out that of all the singers that had tried out for the position, they had chosen me for the job.

I was elated!

They were leaving in a week after a brief unexpected trek back to Miami and would pick me up along the way to New York, that is if I wanted to take the job with them. I said,  "I'd love the opportunity and the experience" I had never been to New York,

I had heard it was pretty cold. But I decided to go along anyway for the experience of it all.

 

So after the week went by, I was on my way to sing in New York for the first time ever with my new band. "The High Street Carnival".. I had never sung with a group like this before. I was simply star struck. I couldn't wait for those bright lights! I had great expectations.

I had never been to New York and didn't realize how cold 20 degrees actually was!

After singing in New York for 4 weeks with the group and bearing the incredibly cold rehearsals and gigs, I decided it was just to cold for me in New York and I really wanted to head to the warmer climate of Florida and I was home sick. I was given options with the band and I didn't like any of them, so I took off on my own to begin my way back home.

I headed out in the evening with just my suitcase and the clothes I was wearing, which I might add were fit for southern winters, not New York blizzards. It was snowing and the wind was howling, it was so cold my ears were freezing. I was desperate to say the least at this point to get home somehow. I was trying not to cry as I knew it would do no good, but also I didn't want my face to freeze.  With only a few dollars in my pocket, nowhere to go, not being well dressed, and freezing, I had some quick decisions to make. I had to get back to Florida... I ended up stopping in a bar (Mr. Good Bar no less) in Buffalo on Elmhurst to warm my hands, ears and feet while heading down towards the bus stop. Maybe they would let me call my Mom for money on their phones? I walked into the bar and stood just inside the door and felt the immediate warmth engulf me, I so wanted to get home to Florida! I wasn't old enough to drink, so I could not go into the bar.... I glanced around the room and to my surprise I was stunned to see what I saw next.  I saw two men sitting at the bar, one of the men I was looking at who was sitting at the bar, was the face I had seen floating on my wall in my apartment in St. Petersburg beach a month or so before. I was shocked. He had the same face! I was transfixed on his face!

 I froze in fear as I looked at him sitting there. His hair was identical to what I had seen, very long and a bit stringy, he had the same eyes and his appearance was almost frightening, except his eyes were bright, bright blue. The face on the wall had dark shifty eyes. But this man really looked like him, except the eyes.

Was this the same man? He had a long beard, very dark, long hair, and thick eyebrows. It really was similar to the floating head I had seen.

 

Then something strange happened. It was like he shape shifted right before my very eyes while I was standing there looking at him. He seemed very kind, attractive in a strange way, very much a gentleman. Then all of a sudden, just like that, he got up, paid his bill as I was watching him, and walked out of the bar. He walked right past me, looked me right in the eyes and smiled as he left. A very kind smile. I don't really understand why but I followed behind him after a moment or two. Right back out into the freezing cold. I walked after him in the freezing wind because I could not believe who I was seeing. This was that face that frightened me so in Florida. But it wasn't scary now at all.

This was the floating head in person!

Was this meeting meant to be?

 

As I was following him, he stopped on the corner, turned and looked directly at me and asked me with a smile on his face, very matter of fact "are you following me"?  I was stunned! I didn't know what to say,

so I simply said..."yes, I am".

Then it was like magic. He seemed to change again right before my eyes. I noticed he had a kind smile.  A trusting look about him. I felt at ease. His eyes were blue, extremely blue, and his stance was one of concern towards me. He asked me where I was going? I told him to the bus stop. He asked why? I told him I was heading home to Florida because I didn't want to stay in the freezing weather another minute. I somehow felt as if I were to meet him here. This was some sort of predestined meeting. I asked him if I could use his phone at home to call my Mother to get a bus or airline ticket back home. He said yes. You see, I only had about $6.00 dollars on me, and that wasn't going to get me home.

Thus began a 15 year friendship with one of the sweetest men I had ever met.

But it came at an incredible price.

Paranormal things began happening to me immediately at an unbelievable pace. Ghosts, dreams, moving objects, moving people in pictures, apparitions, writings on mirrors and so much more. What I didn't know was that even though this man was very sweet, I had been cautioned by the apparition of this mans floating face on my wall NOT to align myself with him, but I didn't realize it at the time. I just never put two and two together. As I look back over my life I clearly see it was a warning to me, and I missed it.

What followed was stranger than any fiction

I had ever even heard of.

My life was changing and I could not stop it.

~

To be continued