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.

 

 

The Tunnel Premonition

So, it was 2005 and my husband and I were on vacation in New York. We had rented a car and drove to all the wonderful sites we had set out to see. We were not on a time frame of any kind and we wanted to see everything on our list! From Manhattan to Buffalo,

we spent hours in the car traveling to Rochester, Albany, Williamsville and Blasdell to name a few places.

 

As we were going through a tunnel in NY I had a strange premonition come over me like I was reliving a moment in time when Lady Diana was killed in the tunnel in Pont de l'Alma road tunnel in Paris, France, in 1997.

It was so strange. All of a sudden and out of nowhere, I felt as if I were seeing a car deliberately drive her car into a median lane. It was as if I could see her being killed. I could here her screaming.  I instantly knew this was not at all an accident but a deliberate killing.

 

Here I was in New York, millions of miles from that happening, not to mention 8 years later, but as we entered the tunnel this strong overwhelming sense took me over. Like I was picking it up from some vibration.

I told my husband what I was seeing and he said, it's probably just because your in the tunnel? I said why would that be the sole cause? I wasn't thinking of Lady Diana at all before we drove into the tunnel.

I mean really, why would I?

He also stated that she was in an accident. Not murdered. I said back to him, "No, she wasn't, it was a deliberate kill"!

I'm sure of it!

I felt Diana knew it as well. She had figured it all out too late.

I am not usually that sensitive where others are concerned, but I am interested in truth above all things.

To this day regardless of what the tabloids and the news media have to say I am certain Diana and her Fiancé were purposely killed that day in France in that tunnel in 1997.

 It was clearly Murder!

I felt it. And I have learned to trust what I feel when it comes to me in this manner.

I have never had any other type of incident like this to this day where others are involved.

I believe some day it will be proven and brought to light.

Someone Stopped Me

 

So, it was 2005. A beautiful Autumn day. My Mom was visiting me for a week from North Carolina. She lives in a very small township in North Carolina called Otto. Near Franklin. There are no nice shopping malls there. No good name brand stores to shop, No nice boutiques, and there is really pretty much nothing else going on in Otto. They have a cemetery and a garbage dump with a free standing little shack for free stuff others are throwing away. So that's the big doin's in Otto. The free shack! Oh yes, and the weekly Bingo at all the churches in town!

When my Mom comes to visit me in St. Petersburg, FL it's like she's rearing to go to all the wonderful shops both here and in Tampa. She can finally find things she loves again.

So, we were headed out to the downtown boutiques on the beautiful streets of downtown St. Pete, we were both so excited to have the day together and we literally wore ourselves out shopping from one store to another! We were heavy laden with packages and box's and could not wait to get home to get off our feet!

I got up on the I-275 ramp from downtown and headed towards my exit at 22nd Ave No. I came to a stop at the light, because as usual, I always got the red light. Mom and I were talking away and laughing from the day's sweet deals we purchased.

The light turned green.

I just sat there. I didn't move the car.

I don't really understand why.

A whole 30 seconds went by.

I still just sat there.

As if I were being held there!

My Mom looked at me and said what are you waiting for Teri, Come on the light is green! She sounded upset. 

I looked at her and said, "that's so weird, I have no idea why"....

And that is when we both saw a Semi Tractor trailer run the red light doing 60 miles per hour right before our eyes!

We both froze as we looked at each other.

We would have both been instantly killed had I moved forward when the light changed. We would not have stood a chance.

It was divine intervention that kept me from moving the car forward. I cannot explain it. It was a spiritual experience to say the least! I could not have moved my foot to the gas had I wanted too! Someone clearly prevented it from happening.

I believe the LORD will watch over us who love HIM.

This was an amazing testimony of that!

It was a GOOD day!



The Mirror

So, it was 1970, I was living in a flat in Buffalo, New York. I had been there in Buffalo singing for the winter season with a group I was with that had traveled from Florida to New York and I decided to stay awhile after the group headed back home. I found other singing gigs and enjoyed my singing as a contemporary and rock artist singer and I loved all the people I had met while the bands. It was a wonderful time in my life. So, I decided to find a place to live there in Buffalo.

 

My flat was across the street from Mercy Hospital in Buffalo and on top of an old Dry Cleaners business. It was a huge, lovely old place with lots of charm. The back yard for me was the extended roof top. So cool. It was so much fun up there and the flat included a very strange old attic as well. Kind of creepy, but very cool.

I had been troubled a bit from odd dreams while I was there. Every night it was the same dream. I kept seeing this old man floating over me in dreams while I slept. It was very scary and  I had shared it with my boyfriend as it had happened a few times since we moved into the flat.

I had no idea why this recurring dream was happening to me. The man was old and frightening looking. Seemed like a lonely man. I didn't know who he was. He never spoke to me, only hovered over me. Very creepy! Then I would wake up and he was gone.

 

I had come home from being down town shopping one evening, it was bitter cold outside. I climbed the long steps upstairs to the flats entrance. I had so many bags to lay down to just open the door, the stairs entrance was freezing cold with the wind whipping me, I was in a hurry to get inside. The flat felt so odd when I entered it tonight, I threw my bags on the couch and tried to shake the weird feeling.  It was a scarcely furnished place, I didn't have a lot of home type comforts there. A table and chairs, a small couch and a rocking chair were the only furnishings in the living room, the dining room area of the house only had a small table and two chairs. It was a lonely looking kind of place but for now, it was home. It was just different some how tonight when I came in. I thought maybe I needed a bit more heat on to warm the place up, maybe that would help? It was just freezing outside, I wasn't used to the cold weather being from Florida. So I lit the furnace and turned up the heat. That didn't seem to help however. I still felt odd. I turned the oven on and propped opened the door to heat the kitchen and the bathroom area of the house so I could warm the place up and take my shower.

That didn't really do it either, but that was all I could do to make the flat "feel" better. Nothing I did seemed to take away the weird feeling from the place tonight. I checked all the apartment door locks, they were secure, what was I feeling? I was very aware of something, but it wasn't clear to me, what. It just felt creepy.  I was hoping warming the place up might make a difference.
 

So, thinking this would all pass, I jumped in the shower and hurried through washing my hair as I just couldn't shake this odd feeling I was having. As I threw the shower liner back, I stood their for a moment, wondering why I couldn't shake this strange feeling.

I got out of the shower grabbed my towel, dried off quickly and threw my big white rob on. It was then I noticed the bathroom mirror! To my absolute horror, their was a name written on the mirror from the mist of the warm room! Like someone had written it with their finger. It scarred me so, as I was sure I was the only one in the house all evening.
I called out my boyfriends name, he wasn't home yet. I was really freaked out!

The name on the mirror spelled out "Joe".

I knew people named Joe but why would that be on my mirror?
I hadn't put it there!

 

About an hour passed and my boyfriend came home from work. I said to him immediately when he came into the flat completely  accusing him, "hey thanks for scarring the crap out of me with the name on the mirror in the bathroom"!

He looked at me very puzzled, and a bit annoyed and replied, "what are you talking about"? I continued, the name you wrote on the mirror? Was that suppose to be funny? He said he didn't know what I was talking about! He sounded upset with me. I was assuming he had written that there to scare me. He assured me he had no reason to want to scare me or to write a man's name on the mirror in the bathroom! That did after all make sense. Why would he do that?
That made perfect sense to me, so how did it get there?

He had a point! That would be weird, I thought, so who did write it there? Now I was freaked out a bit more. He went into the bathroom and breathed on the mirror to see the name appear. He said he was confused, he had no idea how that would have gotten there. He asked me if anyone was there that day visiting? I told him I left early to go downtown all day shopping. I had come home only an hour or so before him, taken my shower and there it was!

 

That night as I sleeping, I heard noises in the house. I got up and walked through the flat. I saw nothing. It felt so cold and strange in the flat. I knew I heard those noises, they woke me up! What was going on here?

 

The next day, I saw the young girl from the cleaners  next door sitting outside. She was about seven years old. She was sitting on the front chair near the door downstairs that led to my flat. I went down to say hi to her. She was a beautiful, kind, little red head, blue eyed Irish girl. She told me she knocked on my door yesterday while I was out. She said she peeked through the keyhole into my flat from the stairway door and saw that old man again sitting in my rocking chair. She continued to tell me, "he had seen her looking in at him through the flat keyhole. She asked if I was home? He said only "NO", she asked him if he was my father? He replied again "NO". She told me she had seen this same man in my flat before? She asked me who he was?

I couldn't speak. I was shaking as she told me this! I couldn't believe my ears. I knew she was too young to tell a lie. There was no way she knew what had happened to me last night, she could not possibly know of my dreams!  "She didn't know about my dreams"! This was so beyond creepy to me. I was truly frightened by this. Did she know she was seeing a ghost?

I stayed out of the flat all day. I decided I would move immediately. The moment my boyfriend came home I had the young girl tell him what she told me.

We went and stayed at his mothers home that night.

I moved within a week of the happening.

I was never so glad to be leaving a place in my life.

After I moved away from that flat across the street from the hospital, I remembered something that happened to me in Florida when I was 16. Visiting a friend who lived across the street from a hospital! I now make it known, I stay away from apartments near hospitals! There is some portal, some kind of link there

I don't want to be involved with.  It was one of the worst experiences of my life then, and this one was very close second!
Truth is so much stranger than fiction.

 

 

 

It Came To Me Again Today

 

 

 

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

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

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

I understood that!

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

I have experienced all there is now.

Nothing could be better than this?

I felt HIS warm understanding as I spoke.

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have found the answer. Have you?

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

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

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



The Odor

So, I woke up yesterday, Wednesday, July 29th, just as I do everyday (Thank GOD!) and I headed out into the kitchen to start my coffee.

We had a little visitor stay with us over night and I wanted to get some breakfast ready for her.

It was then I noticed a strange smell in the house.

I stopped in my tracks and tried to identify it.

It was hard to describe really. It smelled like it was someone else's house I was standing in! It was as if while I slept last night this house reverted back to the previous owners house, or at least the smell of their house.

I know this sounds strange, but I have a very sensitive and keen sense of smell. Have you ever gone into your neighbors home who has a dog or cat and noticed that their house does not smell the same as yours, It's their unique smell?

How about going into a home where they use moth balls? You really do notice these things momentarily as you enter other peoples homes.

 

Well, here I stood in the middle of the living room with this look on my face like what the heck is this all about!

I stood there for a moment and realized that this was the smell of the house when I first entered it 3 years ago before much of the house was repaired and updated. I recognized it now!

Kind of musty and old. There were old drapes originally and miss matched furniture, old carpets and unpainted cabinets that were out of date. The walls needed painting and floors needed updating as well as bathrooms renewed, it was just old.

So as I stood there I realized that someone from the previous owners was with me in the room.

But why? I was all of a sudden very aware of their presence.

So I said out loud, "Oh no, in the name of JESUS you have to go, "now",

your time here is over, this is my time to live here"!

 

It was then I heard Kevin's mother say to me. "Thank you".

I thought to myself, What?  For what?

I felt her say again, "thank you for polishing my silver and loving my home, for caring so deeply for this space, my home.

I said out loud to her "you're very welcome and now you must leave"!

 

With that the smell was gone! Instantly, gone.

I now smelled the fresh clean home I had grown to love these past 3 years, the smell of fragrance candles and clean floors, my leather couches and other things we worked hard to acquire that all contributed to the familiar smells of this present home.

I continued on my way into the kitchen and made the French press coffee I love so much.

 

As the day went on I mentioned briefly to my little visitor while we were chatting, what had happened earlier today and what I experienced. I shared that I thought it was her grandmother who was here with me in the early morning hours while she slept. She smiled and said she remembered the smell when her grandmother lived here in the house. She said it was musty and old because of her grandmothers illness she was unable to keep the home clean and it made an impression on her also as a child.

 

With that we gathered our things and headed out of the house and off to a movie and enjoyed the rest of the day together.

 

Later that evening when Kevin came home from work his daughter mentioned to him what had happened here in the house to me earlier this morning.

He inquired of me as to what happened. I was standing in the kitchen cooking dinner when he asked me about the happening and I walked into the living room to answer his question.  I started telling him about how I woke up to a strange smell in the house  and then I heard his mother speak to me. That's as far as I got!

 

Just as I said that to him all the power in the kitchen and the living room shut off, EXCEPT the stove in the kitchen and the flat screen T.V. in the living room. This was odd because had a fuse blown the entire rooms power would go down! Not just a part of it. My chicken was still cooking in the kitchen on the stove and yet the entire kitchen was dark. The T.V. on the wall was still on but the rest of the room was dark. All the bedrooms and the rest of the house were fine!

All the lights were on.

His daughter jumped up off the couch and ran to her daddy's side.

I wasted no time and again I said out loud, "In JESUS name you must leave NOW"!

 

Kevin said, "do we have to send my mom out"? I said "absolutely"!

While it's wonderful to have these moments that connect us to the relationships we shared here, we must understand, it isn't healthy to allow these moments to last more than a second. This is not where the departed should reside any longer. And who is to say, they may allow other subjects to enter the home as well?

With that Kevin checked the breakers and all the lights came back on.

Other dimensional visitors do have some power and can turn electrical things on and off. Just don't allow them to stay. Some can be adamant about visiting and revisiting. We here are in control however, in JESUS name ONLY.

Give it over to JESUS, these situations belong to HIM and HE will be victorious where we cannot be. Spirits do not listen to us, but they have to listen to HIM!

It was a nice visit, I'm glad it's over!

And again "You're welcome Anna, It's my pleasure"!

 

 

The Sixth Sense

 

So, for me strange things started happening when I was very young. I always had an active sixth sense I guess. I always wondered why odd things were happening to me and yet no one was discussing these things when friends and family would hang out.

 

They talked about every other subject on earth, but nothing about all the odd things that seem to happen in this world.

Like the things that I would just seem to know or understand.

I wasn't sure how to approach the subject with others.

How could I have known without a doubt about something or someone? I could read intentions, but how and why?

I was often afraid about what would happen if I started asking questions.

I felt strange and weird. Why weren't others talking about all their strange experiences?

Weren't they having them? Didn't they see the "things", didn't they hear the audible voices? Were all their dreams wonderful and peaceful? Did they have night visions? Didn't they see the shadow people? Couldn't they hear the voices?

 

I was to shy and embarrassed as a young girl to ask anyone because it was all so frightening. I didn't want anyone to think I was crazy.  It was so normal for me. 

So where does this come from? The voices, the images, the happenings. The knowing? How is it one minute they were there and then they weren't!?

 

I finally got a little older and did ask a few questions. Others in my circles were not having similar experiences or at least they weren't telling me if they were. I wondered if they felt as odd in their private life as I did about it all and didn't want me to think they were crazy! I pondered it all for many years.

 

Then one year around my 28th birthday I had an experience that opened my eyes completely.

I had already seen by then an unidentified flying object along with a tall white alien being  and small grey aliens in an odd off world blue white haze. I had been on a ship that was not from this earth. I had also had many apparitions from another realm appear to me. Angels, demons, spirits and whatever else the black shadows were?  I had also heard my name called often and been instructed to do this or that, always leading to my protection, enlightenment or betterment somehow. 

I had also worked closely with a ministry that taught me about deliverance and demonology. I knew GOD through a personal relationship and followed HIS teachings.

What more could there be here on this planet?

There "was" actually more. And it was all from within!

 

This particular experience started as just a normal day,  (for whatever that's worth, Is there really a normal day in this life)?

 

My husband and I and our two young sons were headed for a theme park for the weekend in Florida. My husband had worked all day and I shopped and packed the luggage and car as we had planned to be leaving sometime after dinner. We ended up leaving late that evening around 11:00 p.m. as there were stops to make and things to pick up and so on.

We headed out of town taking the Interstate and were on the Howard Frankland bridge heading East towards Orlando. We were oddly the only car on the Interstate that night. It was a long drive over the bridge and we were all already tired, we were getting such a late start, the boys fell asleep quickly.  It was just all so exciting to be off for a wonderful fun packed well deserved weekend getaway!

 

When all of a sudden I got a very clear "sixth sense" message to be on the outside left lane of the interstate. Why? We had been riding along in the center of the bridge and for some reason I felt a strong desire to tell my husband to move to the outside lane. It seemed like a really silly request. I told my husband to get into the far left lane. He didn't even question me. But just before he moved over from the center lane he said to me, "do you see those police cruisers on the other side of the bridge coming right at us"?

I looked over and to my great horror I saw 3 police cars with lights flashing, traveling at a very high rate of speed coming towards us on same side of the bridge that we were on. I also thought I saw another fast moving vehicle that they seemed to be chasing! They were all heading right towards us, heading West as we were heading East on the same side of the bridge!

I felt a shaking fear come over me. Death seemed right at the door. I felt sick to my stomach. My husband looked white as a ghost! It became very clear to us we were in "grave danger".

WHICH lane should we be in?

The speeding cars were coming at us any minute!

But where will they come over the top of the bridge?

What could happen in a few seconds became very horrifying as we continued to blindly climb to the top of the bridge. We could no longer see the cars racing towards us. We wanted to stop and pull over but where? I screamed at my husband, "get in the far left lane"  We were now climbing up the highest point of the bridge when all of a sudden in the middle lane a car doing 100 miles per hour with it's lights off shot up over the top center lane of the bridge just two lanes over from us. 

 My husband then saw 3 police cars coming at us as well. They were literally 5 seconds behind the car they were all chasing in our direct path! They were all in the two center lanes! 

Had we not been in the far left lane our entire family would have been killed instantly on the top of the bridge at that very moment!

 

I turned around and stared in the back seat at my two beautiful sleeping babies and thought to myself, without the divine intervention of GOD speaking to me in the sixth sense of my mind we would all be dead. I started crying and so did my husband, We could not believe the great favor given to us at that very moment!

 It was overwhelming to say the least.  We were both shaking!

I wondered to myself how many accidents had happened in a similar manner but there were no divine interactions. My heart broke and rejoiced all in the same moment. We were blessed. The sixth sense is very real and I am grateful to this day that I am awake and aware of it. It's a gift and we all should open our minds and except it.

 

 

 

 

The Heavenly Choir

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It actually was! How thrilling! 

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

What a glorious send off for Mom!

The Roach

Let me start by saying I do not like bugs!

 

So, it must have been the summer of 1990. I was home alone and getting ready to settle down for the night.

I had just taken a shower and was ready to turn the shower water off, when I noticed something moving near the faucet.

To my amazement it was a huge, did I say huge, brown cockroach!

This was the mother of all roaches, and believe me living in Florida, I had seen my fair share of those guys!

 

This one was at least 3 inches long and almost 2 inches wide.

I have no idea where it came from, it looked like it was from near the water spigot. I never see bugs in the house,  we spray often as do all Floridians.  I thought to myself, I've got to kill this thing so it doesn't grow bigger, move in, and have a million babies!

YUK!

 

I jumped out of the shower and let out a scream! The Roach flew right at me. It landed in my hair! I was freaking out and jumping a jig like you could not believe. I heard the wings flapping near my ear....UGH! I was Screaming!! I had serious air under my feet!

I felt it in my wet hair on the right side and flicked it off of me.

It was so darn creepy! I just kept screaming!

 

This roach's wing span was so large I could hear it flying away from me. It was an eerie sound.

I ran into my bedroom and closed the door. I was trying to get my clothes on quickly so I could go after the darn bug. I could literally hear it flying in the hall near my bedroom door. I was completely in disbelief that a roach would be sitting in my hallway as if it were waiting for me! I thought to myself, O.K., this is weird. I feel as if this bug is taunting me. I quickly dressed and grabbed a shoe and opened the bedroom door in search of the monster roach only to find it on the wall in plain sight in the hallway. Exactly where I thought I heard him land! I ran at the roach flailing my shoe and missed the darn thing as he scurried off.

How did I miss a roach that big?

It then flew around and came at me again as I ran down the hall! This thing has nerve I thought!

I'm literally running from a roach!

I ran into the kitchen and I saw it coming right at me now. I was ducking and hitting at the air trying to nail this guy.

Again I was like, "You're kidding me" this bug seems to be seeking me out and attacking me! With that I thought O.K. I'm getting the big guns out! I went for the "RAID" spray under the kitchen sink! I felt sure I could get this guy now. The hair on my neck was standing straight up!

I was hoping it would work! Please GOD please!!!

 

I saw him running on the counter in the kitchen and sprayed towards him. Off he flew in to the living room. I went after him towards the living room and lost sight of him for as moment.

I had to find him. It's do or die at this point!

All of a sudden there he was in the air coming right at me again!

This is pure insanity!

I felt that this was more than a bug at this point.

NO BUG attacks you! They usually run and try to get away from you. At least most hide for heavens sake! Not this guy though. He was coming right at me over and over throughout this process!

I started to really get serious now.  I was so afraid of this bug! Enough is enough! I ran right at him again flailing my shoe all over the place and missing him by just a tad.

 

DARN!!

He then flew towards the den and I ran after him spraying as I went in his general direction. I was ingesting more Raid than he was...I could hear him flapping his wings and making a ruckus. I grabbed my shoe again and started to smack at him. He was running at break neck speed on the floor away from me now.

I wondered when is that RAID going to kick in?

Come on!

He seemed unaffected by it thus far. Again he flew up and almost landed on me, no kidding. I could hear him flying all around me in the room as I turned every which way to get the buggar!

I finally caught sight of him and sprayed him again. This time he fell to the ground and I wacked him with my shoe! Finally he was dead. Finally a victory! The hair on the back of my neck could now settle down a bit!

It took me all of ten minutes running through the house to capture this bug! He was no ordinary bug that's for sure!

My floors were soaked with Raid!

I had never had an experience like that and have never had one since then. Thank GOD!

Florida is a roach haven with all the Palm trees and tropical foliage, but seriously this was a strange sequence of events here.

I will never forget that day and what I went through.

It was my will against the will of the cockroach.

Once is enough for me for a lifetime!

And I thought only ghosts and demons chased me!

I'm now wondering if demons can inhabit roaches?

Life is certainly strange this side of the veil.



The Night of Terror and Spiritual Education

 

It was 1979, late at night. It was another cool evening for the Florida winter. My youngest son Joshua was asleep in the house as was everyone else.

 

Because it was a cool night, I had the hall heater on, and we were all snuggled up in our beds. Joshua and his brother shared a room together down the hall from my husband and myself. The house was very quite. I could hear the heater making it's warming sounds. creaking and knocking, it wooed us to sleep.

I was awoken suddenly by the sounds of Joshua crying. He was distinguishable from his older brother when he cried. Tonight he sounded as if in a panic!

Before I could get up to go to him, little Joshua came bursting through our bedroom door, I was a very light sleeper and I heard him coming down the hall whimpering. I sat up in bed as he came to my side of the bed crying his little eyes out.

"Mommy, Mommy there's a man in my bedroom standing by my bed. I held Joshua close. He then said, he's staring at me". My son was shaking and at his young age this was alarming. I knew he was to young to have been making any of this up and his shaking was my proof he was truly frightened by something.

He was only 4 years old. 

I asked him where his brother was? He said "sleeping". He said, through his tears, "Mommy, I tried to wake him up" With that, I jumped up and headed down the hall with Joshua in my arms. 

I was very angry! I was also afraid for Jason being alone in the room with something or someone in there! But what was in there? I was going to find what this was and get it out of the house NOW!

 

I don't really understand to this day why, but my husband never got out of bed for these things. I believe he knew I would take care of whatever it was, or perhaps he wasn't able to wake from his sleep, so he never really helped me as I fought these spiritual battles!

 (The marriage only lasted 12 years.)

 

I went into the boys dark bedroom, I saw nothing, so I threw on the lights and stood there. It felt different in the room from the hall and my bedroom.  

However, I saw nothing!

Jason was sound asleep lying on his bed and seemed very peaceful.

He had not been woken up by Joshua's crying and prodding. I was grateful for that,  but also angry that he was alone in the room with this entity or spirit or demon, while Joshua had come into my room for help. It was just a creepy thought!

 

I asked Joshua where the man was standing, and he pointed to the area between his bed and the window. I asked him what the man looked like? Why did he scare you?

He said the man was all white and he could see through him. He said he had a scary smile and he starred at him.

It was as if this was a ghostly entity of some kind he had described to me. He was much to young to make this up. 

Joshua was so afraid. He didn't want to be back in this room. I could see the fear in his eyes. His eyes were darting around the room as if this fearful entity was going to come back.

I assured Joshua, he would not come back.

He was holding on to me so tight. I was sure he wasn't going to sleep in that room again for the evening, and I didn't want him to! 

 I had him hold onto my pajama as I picked up his brother and walked them both back into my bedroom. I laid both boy's in the bed with my husband, covered them up in the blankets, and told them to stay there.

I was ready to face this entity, NOW!

Why had it come? Why would it attack my baby?

I was beyond angry!

I went back into the bedroom and commanded the entity to leave in the name of JESUS, even though I couldn't see anything I felt something alright. And I wanted it out! Sometimes feelings are all I'll get in an experience, even if I don't see what the victim sees. The hair on the back of my neck was standing straight up! I did this as I prayed in the Spirit and cleansed the room. I felt the power come over me as I felt the entity leave.

Everything felt immediately better. It was gone. I was sure.

 

I had had a lot of trouble with this area of the home. It seemed there was a very strong spiritual connection in the area of this back bedroom. I didn't understand at the time why it was there?

But I could feel it.

 

I would often walk into the room and feel the energy. Because I didn't have another room big enough in the house for the two boys to sleep in I was forced to make this work. It was concerning, and always in the back of my mind. Something must have happened in the house in this room. Both the owners were dead, so I was unable to find anything out about the home. I believe the husband may have died in this room. There was a strange spiritual attachment to this house here in this room that presented a constant battle. I knew the wife did not die here as she died 6 months after I purchased the home from her. I cleansed the room frequently, as the spiritual battle would come and go.

I was a demonologist, not by choice, but by necessity.

When your children are being attacked, you learn quickly how to cleanse a room.

 

In the past through an experience I had had an entity had gone into the boys room from my bedroom and slammed their bedroom door! LOUDLY!

It was one of the most frightening experiences I had ever had!

It's never easy dealing with a power that moves objects and has the where with all to slam doors, shape shift and scare you frozen in fear, but that's what I have grown up with.

Now these entity's were showing themselves to my baby. It had already shown itself to my older son and myself!

You either get mad and get educated or move out of the house!

Demonic attacks are frustrating to deal with, and it looks as if my children are going to be demonologists as well!

 

My anger was off the charts that night. How could this be? Why did it continue to return and taunt us? What had we done?

It was obviously a strong entity!

Each time I would take control of the negative energy, but it did seem to return again after 6 months or so. I know understand more than I did then. Demons are on the hunt for souls.

 

I realized that this is a battle! A spiritual battle! Not just a one time quick freak out and fix. It's ongoing throughout our lives to some degree or another. Strange things just don't stop happening!

Unfortunately. 

I stood my ground and fought against this entity and others.  I was not going to give in or let it have control over any of us or our home. I continued to pray! It always brought peace.

Unfortunately my husband didn't understand what was happening at all and didn't give it much thought. I was fighting alone. It was a good learning experience for me, but I often thought perhaps the fight would be sooner won if I had someone helping me fight!

 

Through all of my experiences I found that although the entities would return, there is only so much they can actually do. 

We have authority over them in the Spirit.

They appear in a certain place in a home because of the energy that is or was there at one time or another, OR they are trying to enter to take possession of someone or something.

The only way to overcome the issue is

tenacity, consistency, Faith and Prayer!

I did get the victory over these harassing spirits eventually.

I have learned to never give up, and I never let my guard down either!

 

To this day I do not allow any of these entity's a moment to speak or have any authority at all. If you entertain them, you give them a foothold. And that's exactly what the want. These are the schemes of the wicked ones. I am zero tolerance minded of their antics.  I don't entertain them or try to gather information from them.

 I deliver people from the harassing spirits and cleanse homes. For the cost of my gas and a cup of coffee I am available pretty much everywhere!

Spirits are not who or what you think they are. They are deceptive, manipulative and some can shape shift. YES, they can shape shift, and do reek havoc on weaker or unprepared, uneducated and fearful individuals.

We live in a very strange world. Nothing is as it seems.

And Truth is always so much stranger than fiction.

If you need my help, I am here for you!

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!