The Unseen Again

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

It gave me goosebumps like I have never had before.

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

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

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

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

 

I was immediately covered in goosebumps!

It just gave me the creeps for some reason.

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

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

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

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

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

Someone or something wanted my attention.

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

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

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

 



A New Eureka for today

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you see how they shape shift", 

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

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

 

It was as if HE answered me in a parable,

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

So what are DEMONS?

 

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

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

His cohort who fell with him became demons.

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

HE will. And HE has.

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Truth is always stranger than fiction!

 

 

 

 



Paranormal Intervention and Protection.

 

It was 1969 and I was living with my Mother and her boyfriend. I had come home from school after a very hot, long day in a High School with no air conditioning. It was around 94 degrees in the shade. I was thinking I would cool down out in the back yard in the pool and at least get a good Florida tan if I had to sweat to death for the rest of the day.

 

So, like all kids coming home from school I did my chores, a few dishes and a load of laundry, then I took my history book outside with me to read as I sat in the chaise lounge. After about an hour or so of enjoying the Florida afternoon I came in the house to get a drink of Iced tea.

 

I remember walking into the house to see that my Mom's boyfriend was home early from work. I never liked being around him. He always made me uncomfortable. I could never put my finger on why I didn't like being around him, but this I know, no matter how hard I tried to accept him for my mothers sake I could not loose the creepy feeling I always had in his presence. Today he would confirm my reasons for feeling this way.

 

I had said hello to him when I saw him in the kitchen, and then made my way down the hall to my room. He was in my way and acted as if he wasn't going to let me pass him at first. I thought that odd but just went around him. He was always acting strange, I thought.

Coming out of my room now, I headed towards the kitchen to get my ice tea. I had to pass him again. I dreaded being within one foot of this creep.  Although I had tried to be nice he always made me feel so uncomfortable. I got as far as the closet door in the living room and all of a sudden for no reason he lunged towards me and threw me up against the wall. He was very strong and I tried to fight him off of me. He tried to rip my top off as he held me by the neck against the closet door with one hand. I was so shocked and stunned by what he was doing I started to scream at the top of my lungs. He then tried to rip my pants off me. He hit my face with his free hand and told me to shut up!

All of a sudden the strangest thing happened! Right before my very eyes he turned white! Like he saw a ghost! He was just staring at me. He literally froze! His eyes were full of fear! He didn't move a muscle. He took his hand off my neck for a split second and I heard someone say to me "RUN". And I did! Right to the front door and out into the front yard.

I then ran to a neighbors house and called my Mom at work.

I told her what had just happened.

Both my Mother and I were sure that it was GOD himself who protected me from her boy friends abuse, GOD told me to run!

Out of a very horrible scenario the Almighty Protected me and made a way out for me to safety. I am eternally grateful!

Life has many lessons to teach us, we're all on a different course but headed to the same destination. It's comforting to know that we really are never alone.

And I take great peace in knowing

GOD is for me!

 

The Demoniac

 

It was 1986. I was on my way to work at 8:00 a.m. on a beautiful Wednesday morning. It was just a gorgeous day and I was only a block from work when I noticed I was driving on fumes!

I thought to myself I better stop in here at the neighborhood convenience store to get gas so I can make it home tonight.

I was really low on gas and I didn't want to risk the car not starting after work.

I pulled into the station and got out of the car to pump my gas. I was in a crochet white dress and was trying to be careful not to get it dirty.

As I was standing pumping my gas,

I heard a man say to me in a raspy dark voice, move over lady and let me pump your gas for you so you don't get your pretty little white dress all dirty.

I smiled at him and said, "No thank you sir, I've got this"!

 

Then he came over to where I was standing and tried to take the pump hose right out of my hand he was aggressive about it as well. This was really bizarre!

I said to him loudly, "hand's off buddy, I told you, I have this"!

I was firm but thought maybe he was just trying to be nice.

 

He all of a sudden started cursing at me. He yelled out loud, very loud I might add, "you bitch", his face was all contorted. His voice was like that of a drunk, he went on to say, "I was just trying to help you, you bitches are all the same"!

I could smell heavy alcohol on his breath now, and I had a very bad feeling just looking into his empty eyes! 

He seemed possessed. Really possessed. Something was very wrong with this man. He was up to something.

 I said back to him, "I said, No thank you sir" looking directly into his empty eyes.

He said again in an ugly almost growling tone, "all you bitches are the same"! F___k You!

Then he said a few more ugly things about me and walked over to my passenger door and tried to get in my car! No kidding!

That absolutely shocked me! I could not believe what I was seeing!

What kind of a nut am I dealing with here I wondered?

 

 He found that the door was locked so he kicked my door really hard with the heel of his foot in his anger. I was watching him as I was pumping my gas, so I stopped pumping immediately and said, "Hey get away from my car mister", what the hell is wrong with you?  I was very firm. I hung the pump up and  locked my drivers side door and ran into the station to pay for my gas and report this creepy weird man. I was in disbelief of what had just transpired!

 

 

When I got into the store I asked at the girl behind the counter to please call the police as there was a strange man at the pump outside who was harassing me and I told her he kicked in my passenger side car door. I also mentioned  to her I was concerned for other patrons that he might cause them trouble as well.

(Little did I know, it was all just starting to get very strange!)

I swear, it was like living in the twilight zone!

The odd young looking woman behind the counter just ignored me. She glanced up at me like saying "Don't bother me lady".  She was busy selling cigarettes and coffee for the working men who were in the store in line in front of me. A rather long line I might add. I could see that, I know she was busy but this was serious, I needed help NOW!

I thought to myself, what the heck is this?

The  real twilight zone for God's sake?  

No one here seems to care what is happening to me!

People literally ignored me. They were completely unconcerned!

I felt so alone and singled out! Tears were coming down my cheeks, I was beyond frustrated!

I pleaded with her once again to please call the police. I was really shaken by what had happened, I told her I was late for work and I had to get going.

The woman behind the counter glanced out to where my car was but the man was not near it at that moment, she said in a very nonchalant way, "what man"? She was still checking out other patrons who seemed oblivious to what I had just dealt with so I said the guy out there in the dark T-shirt. I said please help me out  here, he's really creepy!

The clerk acted still as if I were the problem here!

 

I went back to the car after I put my ten dollars down on the counter for my gas and I went to get back to my car to head off to work.

 

When I got to my car the man was now standing in front of my car door, like he owned it! I asked him to step away from my car. He said in a mean and very ugly voice, almost a growl, "Noooo"!

I told him I had asked the clerk to call the police, so get away from my car, he spit at me, and he got right up in my face as he seemed very upset with me and started cursing obscenities at me again. That was very frightening! Never had anyone ever spoken like that to me. It was a demonic growl.

 I said again, "get away from my car buddy and leave me alone"!

I held tight on to my purse and went to move him away from the door, he shoved me back away. I could hardly believe this guy, first he spit at me, which was horrifying and now he was pushing me!

 I was beyond mad! This man would not let me get into my own car. He was trying to get in it himself!  I could see he was acting as if it were his!

 

Thank GOD I had locked it before I went into the store.

 I ran back into the store, I said to the clerk again, please call the police NOW, this weird man spit at me and will not let me get into my own car!

 With that the man came into the store behind me and said loudly so everyone could hear, "Aww, come on honey, I know your mad at me but come on now, let's leave these people alone here".

SHOCKED, I prayed right then, GOD help me!

 

I was completely flabbergasted! I thought to myself, what the hell is he talking about. I said "LOOK MISTER" I don't know who you are, get away from me and stay away from my car, you're absolutely crazy!

 Leave me alone!

 

The lady behind the counter acted as if I were the one who was acting nut's! I was so confused and mad I could hardly contain my anger! How dare this jerk pull this crap on me I thought! What are these people thinking? What else had he said to make me look crazy? I looked at the girl behind the counter again and said CALL THE POLICE! PLEASE! My face was red with anger, I could feel my blood boiling.  I'm sure she started to wonder what "WAS" really going on!! I yelled at her again, I don't know this crazy man and I'm late for work!

 

I immediately headed back out to my car got in quickly and locked the door. I started the engine and went to pull out of the gas station onto 54th Ave North, as I tried to make a right the cars that were slowing for the stop light would not let me out of the station. 

 The traffic was backed up from the light on the corner and I was delayed pulling out onto the street. As I waited for the cars to let me in so I could turn right, the man came running from the convenience store and tried to open my passenger door again. He banged on the window hard and kicked my door really hard again with his heel! I heard the door make a strange sound.

I knew he had made a dent in my door. I started to cry!

(This is my only car and I worked so hard to keep it nice, this really made me angry!)

 I was able to pull out onto the street now, but before I could get through the light it turned red. Again I was stopped in front of the convenience store and gas station. To my utter surprise the man came running again up to my car and came to my driver side window this time and tried to hit it really hard to break it. Over and over again he pounded on my window. He still had that demonic look on his face like he was crazed. He was literally foaming at the mouth spitting and screaming obscenities at me the entire time.

I rebuked him in the name of JESUS and begged GOD to help me!

I was crying and screaming at the man to leave me alone!

 

With that he jumped on the hood of my car and pulled the windshield wipers straight up and bent them down. I tried to move the car forward with the light having changed to green, but he would not get off the hood of the car, The obscenities were absurd! He was actually licking the front windshield making crazed faces and spitting all over it!

This is utter madness I thought, what has possessed this man to attack me? Why aren't any of the people around me helping me? It was so confusing. It was like I was in hell!

  I stopped the car (as I didn't want to have him fall off the car and roll over him), shut it off and grabbed my key and got out of the car, pushed the lock down and slammed the door closed and screamed at him to "get off my car" and leave me alone! (He had just ruined my wiper blades! I was horrified!)

 I ran to the Semi truck that had stopped behind me at the light and said Sir, Sir, Please help me, this man is ruining my car and has attacked me! I don't even know him! Please help me sir! I was crying and begging the man for help. I was desperate. I will never forget how I felt at that moment, I was grasping for hope! He looked down from his high window and said in a unconcerned voice, "lady I'm on the clock", I can't help you, I'm in a hurry could you please pull your vehicle out of the middle of the road!

Again I was shocked! Stunned! No one was helping me. Am I in America? I was suffering this mad man all alone. WHY?

With that I ran to get back into my car. The weird man was on the grass in front of the gas station now, he saw the trucker was not going to help me and he headed for my car again, but I got there first. Jumped in and locked the door. My heart was pounding as he made his way towards my car again. He then kicked my car again, and I kept on screaming at him from the inside of my car to leave me alone!

It was about a minute later I saw the police car lights approaching, there were two cars, they pulled into the gas station and walked over to the crazy man. Thank GOD I thought, help is FINALLY here! They talked with him for a minute or two. Then one officer motioned for me to get out of my car and walk over to him. I got out and locked my car and left it right where it was in the intersection at the light. He motioned for me to move my car out of the intersection to the side of the gas station. So I did.

 

 The officer then asked me what the fighting was all about?

 I said, "are you kidding me"?

 I only came here to get gas this morning and this mad man attacked me, I told him I didn't need his help and he went berserk! Spit at me and kicked my car door in, shoved me and has not stopped cursing at me with the foulest of obscenities! Ruined my wiper blades and has screamed obscenities at me the whole time.  The Officer then said to me, is he your husband? I said, WHAT? "NO absolutely not",

 I have no idea who he is! I'm single!

 

He asked me again, Do you know him? I said "Hell No"! Why do you think I know him? Then he asked me what his name was? I could hardly believe this, help was here and now even they are questioning me! So I said to the cop, you have to be kidding me, I have no clue what his name is? 

He then asked me, "does he know your name"?

 I replied "No"!  I honestly have no idea who the idiot is! The cop did not seem to know who to believe, the crazy man or me.

How bizarre was that!

I had no idea what the store clerk told the police officer, so I was truly upset with this whole situation.

I again cried out to GOD, Please help me!

 

All of a sudden out of no where a little old thin white haired man with an extremely kind face came up to the cop and said, The woman here is telling the truth. I watched what she went through from this store over at the end of the strip and I know she has no idea who that man is. He was here long before she pulled in. He approached her as she was getting gas.

I was so grateful for the old man coming forward. I burst into tears!

Thank GOD! Finally someone is helping me! It was like the spell from this demoniac was instantly lifted and HOPE abounded!

 

The cop then asked me to show him my drivers license, so I got it from my purse in the car. He said O.K. I see your name is Teri, is that right, I said "yes", that is right. So then the officer walked over to the weird man and said so, you claim this is your wife huh?

The man said to the officer, "Yes, it is, she's just mad at me"!

Then the officer said, well then if this is your wife, what's her name? The man went silent and said "well I call her Susie".  The cop said, O.K. but what is Susie's real name?  The man was silent again for a minute and in a muffled voice said, Linda. The Cop said what's her last name, The man said I don't know. The cop said to the man, turn around..... He then hand cuffed the man.

 He walked back over to me and handed me back my drivers license. He asked me if I wanted to press charges on the man for what he did to my car. I said No, I don't ever want to see this idiot or  have to deal with him again ever. I was now one hour late for work! Exhausted and angry, I was released by the police officer.

I drove away from that intersection knowing that I had come face to face with a demonic entity that had possession of this strange man. I learned a lot from the experience but wish I hadn't had to endure it!

Be careful ladies, you never know what can happen to you even in broad daylight with many people in plain sight! Demonic possession can happen to people as this experience taught me.

It seemed like time had stood still there that beautiful morning.

Possessed people only have the upper hand until divine appointments take over. I am grateful to GOD for HIS help and deliverance from that poor possessed man. He went to the officers car spitting and growling. Thank GOD it wasn't my problem any longer.

I composed myself and headed off to work.

GOD had answered my prayers.

 

All in a Day

 

I often write my blogs as I sit in my home and try to remember all the amazing things I've experienced over the last 55 years.

It's always peaceful here and that helps me to remember. So yesterday 1/2015 I'm sitting here writing my blog and all of a sudden the DVD system on my T.V. turns on by itself. I peered at it over my computer screen and said, out loud. "What is it now"?

It simply did nothing else. The door had opened and the DVD that was in the drawer I took out. The whole unit just came on out of nowhere. Or at least no where I knew of. I certainly didn't turn it on.

I thought O.K. some energy is in this room with me. I waited to hear something, then I got up and cast it out in JESUS name.

 

An hour or so after I finished my blog I was in the kitchen and I started my Prime Rib dinner, I was placing the meat in my cooking pan and I felt something touch my leg. Like if there were a dog in the house, or a cat. Well, I'm very allergic to cat dander so my cat is an outside cat with her own little cat house in the front yard, and I don't have a dog, so I looked down near my leg and nothing was there.

Again I cast this out of the house.

A simple rebuke and a firm word in JESUS name.

 

Then later I was doing the dishes, that is often when many odd things will take advantage of the moment. I love doing dishes, it's kind of therapeutic for me.  I always have loved doing dishes, I started this affection for dish washing when I was very young, Around 4 years old.

Today however I felt as if someone were right behind me watching me. I could feel them standing over my shoulder. It was very strong, I could almost feel them breathing on me, so I turned around and there was no one there. I called out to my room mate. He was not even in the house. I had thought perhaps he was going to whisper something to me in my ear?

It happened three times. Why, I thought to myself? What makes today so different? I keep thinking Kevin must have come in from outside, but again, there would be no one there.

I guess some days are more of a challenge than others spiritually. Some days need continual cleansing. Why these dimensional worlds we live in keep crossing each other has always baffled me. The spiritual realm is so close to us always. Literarily a breath away. Such a thin veil separates us. Today, it was constantly coming in close. I tried to understand what the significance would be of these seemingly insignificant happenings surrounding me today could mean?  I really had no answer. Is it that I need to be more in tune with the other dimensions around us? Or was it just something that had gotten through trying to get my attention?

 

Never give in to fear. Never allow the attacks to frighten you. Give it to GOD and send the situation on it's way.

This is your time to live, this is your space, nothing has the power to overtake you unless you let it.

Be strong and be diligent, give all your cares to GOD who will protect you.

Have a good day!

Happy 2015. The story continues.

We are all a Work In Progress, and nothing is stranger than the truth!

The Demonic Apparition

 

I want to share with you just how real the paranormal world can be. I had just come home from doing work as a Demonologist and successfully delivering a young girl from strong negative spirits and I must say I was exhausted. It was pretty late in the day so I had dinner and went to bed. I turned out the lights and pulled the covers up to my neck and shut my eyes. Just as I shut my eyes a very dark frightening face came at me quickly, very fast. I felt it wanted to scare me or  intimidate me. Instead of being fearful, it made me very angry. I was so angry I opened my eyes and I said out loud, "get out of here, get out of here now in the name of JESUS, get out that front door now. You are bound from here"! 

With that my anger subsided.  I pulled the covers up again to my neck, rolled over and fell fast asleep.

 

The next morning I was up at 6:00am saying goodbye to a fellow worker. As I opened the front door to send them off, to my surprise there were thousands of dead black bugs all over the patio and walkway in front of the front door. Literally thousands! This is what the above picture is all about. It is the actual picture I took that morning.

 

I then knew what had happened. When I cast the entity out the front door and bound it the night before, it killed those bugs that were in the area. Perhaps it even brought them to the front area to do away with them to alarm me. It did not alarm me at all. I simply knew I had the victory, yet again.

 

I have no idea what kind of bugs these are. They are not mosquitos or flies. They look like flies but are much smaller.

 

It never ceases to amaze me the lengths these rejected entities go to, to try and cause fear. I am grateful for my understanding and that the LORD protects me, always and gives me great peace!

The White Light

It was 1973. I had just given birth to my first son. I was just 21 years old. I was having a bit of difficulty after his birth. I kept feeling faint. A few days after I brought my son home I felt very dizzy. I called the doctors office and asked them if they could see me. They said , "yes" come right in. I went to the hospital as this is where the doctors office was located at that time, and I went in and sat down waiting my turn.

 

It was all I could do to stay sitting up. My body wanted to lay down. I was very weak. I felt myself swaying, as if I were going to faint again. I remember the lightheadedness coming and going and I said to the receptionist, "I think I need to lay down". She took one look at me and went to get a wheelchair.

The next thing I remember I was in a hospital bed. I thought this would be an easy in and out kind of thing at the doctors office, I could not have been more wrong. I was being admitted for tests, I was as white as a sheet and very frail.  I couldn't imagine what was going on with me.  As the test came back, the doctor said there was nothing clear going on, some of my levels were questionable, he could not be sure what was happening to me, so I would have to stay for observation. I explained I had just given birth to a baby boy and I needed to get home to him. The Doctor told me if we couldn't find out what was going on with the fainting, I may be delayed a few days until we could pin point the problem. He said he felt this was very serious.

Truth was I was so weak I could hardly hold my son for any length of time. My stomach was in knots and I felt so horrible and always like fainting. I agreed to stay. My Mother encouraged me to stay as well and get the much needed rest my body needed.

 

I was tortured with a colonoscopy, IV drip, blood work, X-rays a catheter  and you name it.

All the while, the drip I was getting in my arm was actually getting very sore and aggravating after two days.

I transitioned from a happy patient looking for answers to a "let me out of here patient"! The Doctor and staff however were hearing none of that.

I was in their care and I could not leave until we got to the bottom of this. With every test came a  reply from the Doctor,

"I just can't figure out what is causing this"! You are having all these problems clearly, but I just don't know why!

 

I must say, I did enjoy sleeping and being cared for, I was so weak I could barely do anything on my own.  It was almost all I could do to stay awake.

My stomach stopped hurting after I slept a bit, That was a plus.

 

That night I lay in bed wondering if I was ever going to get out of that hospital. There was still no diagnoses and I was missing my son terribly! The nurse came in to take my blood pressure and draw blood, get my temperature and so on. She turned to leave the room and she gathered her things, shut off the lights and shut the door. I called out to her and asked her to please leave the door open to let a little light in. She told me to just get to sleep! She left the door just slightly ajar. I could not get up to open it more. I was attached to a line going in my arm and I was afraid I might get dizzy and fall if I got up.

 

Immediately I started feeling very strange, almost afraid as I lay there in the dimly lit, large private room.

 

And then, all of a sudden a huge white floating light came right through the door and was making it's way towards me. I tried to reach for the call button in my fear but I couldn't find it!

The light was silent, no sound at all coming from it as it got closer and closer to me. It lit the room up a bit, but not totally. It was controlled somehow coming slowly towards me. It looked like it was a wheel in a wheel with a bright white light on the outside about two inches thick and a lesser light in the center, It was just radiating softly as it approached me!  I didn't say a word as I stared at it. I felt under it's control somehow. It came and literally hovered right over my bed! It was so warm and the love I felt, the peace I felt were radiating from it somehow. I felt as if it were communicating something to me.  I wasn't sure what I was hearing or seeing, I had never seen anything like this before! It was beautiful, but I was shocked! I was in a panic of sorts. It was right over my abdomen right where the pains were, for about one minute it hovered there. I watched it intently but could see nothing known to me from this world in that light! Then it simply disappeared right before my very eyes! Gone!

 

The room went back to dark, I scurried around my blanket to find the call button. I must have hit it 5 times. A very angry nurse came in and asked me "What do you want, you need to get to sleep"!

She was so cruel! She turned to leave.

I asked her to please open the door a bit more! She denied my request again, but left the door a tad more open then the first time. Just seeing and talking with someone in that very large room comforted me for a moment. Even if she was cruel. It was comforting! It was like I felt a bit safer seeing someone even if it was only for a minute.  I simply could not allow myself to tell her what had just taken place. I feared they would shoot me up with something for hallucinations!

This was no hallucination!

How I got to sleep that night I will never know!

 

Through the night the nurse came in and took blood work and did my blood pressure and temperature. The doctor came in to see me the next morning and had ordered another round of tests. He asked me how I felt? I said much better actually.

He said you look much better Teri.

I actually felt very normal!

I took that as a compliment as I had looked so pale and sullen for a week. I asked him when I could go home? He said he was keeping me for a few more tests and we would discuss it when they came back. I agreed. That afternoon the doctor came into my room again holding my chart and said, How would you like to go home? I almost started crying! He said I don't know what happened here over night but all your levels are excellent and your doing very well all of a sudden.

 

I never shared with any of the nursing staff what had happened. I never discussed it with the doctor either.

Something was odd for two weeks after my first son was born.

Perhaps it was related to his birth? He was after all a child named by GOD himself. I will never understand this experience on this side of the veil. But I will be asking many questions when I'm finally on that other side!

Some things we just down understand here, but I know everything happens for a reason. All the reasons are for lessons. I learned to trust that I am cared for in ways I will not understand in the here and now. I am so very grateful for my care, I know I am loved!

 

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 Unwanted Presence

It was the spring of 1993. I was at home and sitting  in my bedroom on my bed reading. The day was spent and night was falling. The sun was setting and the room had that wonderful warm evening glow coming in from the windows.  My favorite time of day. There was a dim light from my bedside table providing just enough extra light for reading. I was deep into one of the last pages before I was going to quit for the night. When all of a sudden  I saw something move to my left near the bedroom door.

I looked up to see something that was almost unbelievable to me. Standing there in my bedroom doorway was my Mothers Mom,
  my Grandmother! 
That was such a shock to see I can tell you. She had been dead for a few years at that point. How could she just appear here in my doorway? And why? She was just standing there. Not smiling really, just looking at me reading on the bed. It was an odd glare.

 

I wanted to smile and welcome her, that was my first notion, but then I thought to myself, NO way!

It came to my thoughts that while she was alive she had caused so many uncomfortable scenarios for my Mother and myself. She was always a harsh woman towards my Mom. I never heard my Mom share loving memories of my Grandmother. It seemed as if whenever my Mom needed her she was never there for her. She had been less than loving towards me as well for most of my life.

I figured my Grandmother must have had a rough time of things herself, but I could never understand her being course with me about it. I did not contribute to her life issues, why treat me so cold?  She had treated my Mother horribly while my Mom was young. My Mother often shared with me sad stories about feeling lonely and un loved by her Mother. She had many bad experiences at home with siblings and her Mother would chastise her and not the others. Her memories were always so sad. It broke my heart to hear those stories. Yet my Grandmother was so kind to her other daughters and their siblings. It was a painful undertow at every meeting with her throughout my life.

 

So as I saw her standing there the first words out of my mouth were NO! Oh NO!

You don't come to me like this I thought! Why are you here I screamed out at her? Are you here to ask for my apologies, for the misery you spread around? To say how sorry you are for the way you treated my Mother in this life? NO, I screamed!
I looked at her standing there as I was literally yelling at this ghost in my doorway!

I continued yelling, "Your choices here are done, they are OVER"!

I don't want to discuss any repentance with you now!

Shame on you for hurting everyone. Shame on you for causing so much sadness!
I sat straight up and threw my arm out and pointed at her and said loudly

GO, GO NOW, go away from me. DON'T return here!
 

I watched my Grandmother standing there dressed like she always had the whole time in human form while I was yelling all this anger towards her from my heart. She was wearing a dress I had seen her in while she was alive. She didn't have her glasses on, but she was a bit overweight still and old looking. Her skin hung on her face as it did before she passed at 96 years old. She wasn't at all what I would have thought someone from the other side would look like. She looked lonely, sad, and distressed.
She was looking down at the floor now, she would not make eye contact with me once I yelled to go away.

She was very certain I was so angry with her!
 

All the hurt, all the loneliness she caused, all the agony she spread, the unapproved glances she gave and the distance she kept from those who loved and needed her, was not O.K. with me.

The worst of it was that she would always throw her cheek up and over to the left for us to kiss as we would come to visit her as if to say, come kiss me and then go sit down and shut up! She didn't smile, she wasn't warm and I never liked her judgmental stares. Who would? She never drew me out or asked me questions. There was no love, no concern shown towards any of us children. She never included me in any of her conversations. It was clearly as if I didn't even exist and she always made my Mom feel so uncomfortable.

How dare her come here now, interrupt me reading my good book and ask what of me?
I just wanted her out of my house!
 

The truth is I had no idea why she came and I wasn't about to let her tell me. I knew deep down in my heart this time was NOT the right time to make any amends with me. It was not a proper time. But when is? I just wanted to unleash all that at her to let her know what I felt for a change. I never had the opportunity to tell her while she was alive. I was always so kind and loving towards her. I respected her because my Mother told me too. But these were my terms now. I wasn't ready to hear what she had to say.

 

Her apparition began backing out of the room slowly as she continued to look straight down at the floor. She did not look at me again, and after a few moments, she simply faded away right before my very eyes! That was a bit freaky. But I was glad she was finally gone.

 

I got right on the phone and called my Mother! I told her Grandma was just here, (imagine her shock hearing that)! She gasped as I told her. I told her everything that had just happened. I told her how I shouted at her and shamed her. I could hear my Mom crying through the phone. I said, Mom are you crying? Why are you crying? I didn't let her say anything more to hurt you or I! I let her know what a witch she had been in this life time. I threw her out of here! Just like she always shut you and I out. 
 My Mother then spoke very softly through her tears and said, "Teri, why didn't you just at least let her tell you what she was there for"?
 

I got real quite, I started searching my soul for that answer. I didn't have one.  I was so preoccupied with my own pain and anger towards my grandmother.  I didn't  consider why this woman had come to me in the first place. Where had she come from? How did she get here? I never even considered asking here that.

Call me crazy, but it just seemed like the right thing to do at that moment. After all, how am I suppose to know how to act when the unexpected happens? Where's the rule book? I could clearly see what my Mom was trying to relay to me. Kindness should have come first. It was my first thought, briefly. But I was not able to be in a kind place at that moment. I had hoped my Mom would have been proud of me and understood. She did say so, as to comfort me, It's O.K. Teri, you did what you had to do, perhaps she will come again later in life? Now she knows how she hurt you first hand. Maybe she will have some growing to do herself, wherever she is?
 

It's been many years since my Grandmother dropped in to see me. I think I'd finally be ready to address her. The jury could still be out on that, but I think I am ready.

Isn't it odd this life? What with the spiritual always knocking at your door and then just the normal daily routines of life mixing in, we never know what is just around the corner.

We truly are spiritual beings on a human journey!
Walking each other home.



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.

 

 

Voice From The Grave

A few years ago I lost the best neighbor I ever had.

When I first moved into my new home my husband and I would marvel seeing this older woman fixing things on her roof next door through our kitchen window. We would be starring at her in amazement. She was 70 years old and fearless. She always wore these funny black boots, that had to be 20 years old. Her legs were so thin and the boots were loose around her legs. My husband said one day as we were watching her climb a ladder, "looks like boots on a chicken" and we both laughed and laughed. I laughed watching her thinking how brave and determined she was.

I ran out side one afternoon and yelled at her "Dotty, get off that roof before you fall and break your neck" and she yelled back, "No way, I've got to seal a leak up here". I said, "Hire a darn roofer"! She responded, "why, I can do what any roofer will do for free"!

  It was just who she was, if something had to be done, she was going to do it herself. I just fell in love with this sweet, funny old lady.

One afternoon while talking over the back yard fence with her  which we did frequently, she confided in me that she was glad to be able to do all she did around the house and yard because when she was younger she had a frightening brush with cancer, but she was in remission from it for many years now. 

Through the years she would amaze me as she wore her little boots in her garden and would drag her water hose around the yard watering her Azalea bushes. They were the most beautiful full vibrant Azaleas. She just always made me smile when I would see her. She had a great attitude and was so kind and thoughtful towards me.

Her yearly ritual of going up on the roof in her little black boots never stopped as the years wore on, and in her late 80's she never thought twice about heading up that ladder.  She really appreciated every day and all that it brought her way! 

 

It was in her late 80's that she shared with me that her cancer was back and she was feeling pretty bad. I missed seeing her out my kitchen window dragging her watering hose around and seeing her on the roof. I missed hearing her shout at me over the back yard fence.

Hospice came to her home one day and set up a bed in her living room and nurses were there everyday to attend to her.

I walked over to visit her and as I opened her front door, there near the closet were her boots.

I glanced over to the bed she was lying on and felt so sad as I knew her days were numbered, I could feel it. I walked over to hold her hand and chat a bit. She heard my voice and smiled. She said she was sorry she couldn't get her Azaleas watered. She only spoke a little. It was all so sad.

Two day's later she passed away.

 

A month had passed maybe two. I was in my bedroom, it was around 9:00 a.m. I was making the bed and I heard her familiar voice call to me from the living room. I missed her voice, I knew immediately it was her. I stopped what I was doing and listened again, YES, it was her, she had called my name twice now. I ran down the hall towards the living room, and I yelled "Dotty, Dotty where are you"?

 

It was just me in the room and the silence. But I knew she had come. She wanted to say goodbye. I just stood in the room and waited to hear her voice again. But I didn't. I wondered how it was possible to cross into this life again? How could this sweet woman call my name and then just be gone? I wondered if I had done something to end the connection, but what?

All I know is I was grateful to hear her happy voice one more time. So strong and full of life!

This life is so strange. Nothing is as it seems.

Albert Einstein once said:

"Energy is never lost, only transferred to another form of energy"

I know that is true and I am so grateful I got to experience it first hand.