CHOSEN For The Job

So it was 1980. I was at home with my two young boys and I was trying to teach myself to play the guitar. I thought maybe, because I could sing so well, perhaps playing the guitar would be something I could do to bring finances into my life!

That wasn't happening!

My fingers were so sore, there was no way I could play that thing! I put the guitar down and asked GOD to help me find something I could do to begin a career to help myself financially. I knew I needed to work, but doing "what" I thought?

It was then I clearly heard the voice of the LORD audibly say to me,

"Pick up the phone, call every Dentist in the phone book until you are hired"!

I didn't even give this a second thought! You see, GOD has always spoken audibly to me throughout my entire life, so, I picked up the phone book and started calling local Dental offices.

I identified myself and said I was wondering if they had any openings in their front offices? I called about 11 numbers in the book and was turned down so far by every one. The 12th number was a Dr. Christian, who was located a few miles from my home. A woman had answered the phone, identified herself as Sheila. She was extremely pleasant and was more than willing to listen to me as I made my verbal introductions.

I repeated to her what I had said to all 11 other woman who had answered the phone. She asked me after I made my inquisition, "how did you get this number, how did you hear about us"? I went quiet for a moment, pondered my reply, and then said, I had prayed and asked GOD for direction for a new job, and he told me to call every Dentist in the phone book until I was hired! She said to me in a stunned voice, "Are you kidding me"?

I replied very directly, "No, Mam, not at all".

She was quite on the phone for a minute, and then she said, "well, I am 7 months pregnant and I was just today thinking that we would need someone here at the office to take over while I'm away for maternity leave for about three months". She also asked me, "Did I have any experience working in a Dental office"?  I replied, "no, but I have worked front desks before, and for Honeywell in the past and I am a very quick learner"! With that, Sheila said to me, "I simply have to meet you! "Are you available to come here today, NOW"? 

I replied very excitedly, yes, I am!

 

So I quickly cleaned myself up, put the children in the car, and headed off to the Dental office to meet Sheila. The children stayed in the car with sandwiches and coloring books, yes, the windows were down, and a stern speaking to, too stay in the car and speak to no one! I could see them from the front office window. With that I went in the office. Sheila and I spoke for about a half hour and she hired me right there on the spot! I started my training a week later.

 

This began my career in Dentistry. It was a long very satisfying career. From 1980 to 2009, With a myriad of spiritual experiences in between!

If we all could just tune in to the voice of GOD that we all hear. Think of how simple life could be.

We have to know how to hear HIS voice when HE speaks to us.

Then follow and obey.

All it takes is the art of listening.

Training our ear to hear HIS voice!

I'll say it again, TRUTH is stranger than any written fiction!

The Exposed Evening

So, it was a late evening in 1979 and I was at work.

I was working in Clearwater Florida about 40 miles from my home in St. Petersburg. I had chosen to work a night shift job so my husband could work a daytime job, so we could get ahead financially. It was an easy, fun position I worked at and I really enjoyed it. Being so young with two children it allowed me a bit of  freedom I still longed for as well. To get away a bit.

I was very good at my job  and was moved into a training position early on for all the new people we hired. It was more money and responsibility and I loved it.

I had considered going into management at this point with this company but thought to myself, this isn't what I want to do for my life work. So I was making decisions about what I really wanted to do with myself later in a career.
I had been there for about two years at this point and was thinking it may be time for a career change.
 

Often in my life the LORD had come to me to speak to me. Sometimes audibly and sometimes through very strong impressions on my heart.

So, on this particular night, as I was working early on in my shift, I kept hearing the LORD speak to me. It was a very strong impression I was receiving. More than once I heard him call my name. I stopped each time I heard HIS voice but wasn't sure why I was hearing it. Each time I heard HIM call me, there was then silence. HE (GOD) had never spoken to me in a work place situation before and I wondered if I was really hearing HIM or was it my imagination? (Later on in my life HE would speak to me again at work, but this was the first time, at this point)

Did HE (GOD) want me to go to an area where I was alone and sit and listen I wondered? So, I excused myself from my position and went into the main office area where there was no one around.
I locked the door and sat and waited on GOD.

I said to the LORD, "Yes, I know I heard you"! Then it happened, right there at work! HE spoke to me clearly, as if HE were standing right in front of me! I heard HIS voice.

I felt he was telling me to "GO HOME NOW". I wondered for a moment, really? Go home now? I felt as if HE also was implying  to leave this place permanently, literally at that very moment.  
My shift wasn't over for 6 hours yet. But again I felt HIM say to me strongly, "LEAVE HERE NOW, GO HOME"! With that, I laid down on the floor, Hands out in front of me, in a prayerful and worshipping kind of way and said to HIM, "OK, I'll quit and go home right now as you request"! I repented then for questioning HIM in this and thought to myself, something must be going on at home, The LORD wants me to leave this all behind, NOW!
I have to leave right now!

 

With that, I stood up, walked over to the box that held my time card and punched out. I went into the lobby where my boss was and handed him my apron and badge and said, "I'm leaving tonight permanently, right now actually, for good.  I'll be back at the end of the week to collect my paycheck".  My boss was floored! He said to me, "you can't leave here now, you have a shift to finish, I'm depending on you, your my best worker Teri"! I smiled at him and explained this conversation wasn't up for discussion. I thanked him for the position and all his kindness towards me, and I turned and headed to the parking lot and to my car. It was really kind of sad in a way! But I had to do as I felt the LORD instructed me, that was paramount!
 

Once in my car, I felt so strange, I asked GOD, why had HE  requested this of me? What is happening at home? Why now?
It didn't really matter though, If GOD say's to go home, I am going home! HE did not answer me, I was simply feeling the need now more than before to continue home.

I started my trek home praying all the way.

When I got a block from my home I literally heard the LORD say out loud, "SHUT YOUR LIGHTS OFF"!
"Really, I replied"?

OK, I said out loud, and I did just that. I shut the car lights off! That was weird, I know suspected something horrible was going on! I was kind of shaking, what was I going to find?
 

I pulled up in front of the house, and the house looked dark inside. I shut the car off, walked up to the house and opened the front door.
 

There on the couch to my great surprise, in my living room, in the dark ,was my neighbor friend and my husband. 
My neighbor was a sweet  girlfriend of mine!

I was absolutely shocked!

I had no idea at all what I was going to find! This girlfriend was such a sweet girl! I had always liked her so much.
"What is going on here I asked"?

She jumped up and apologized profusely over and over to me for being there alone with my husband in the dark, she begged me to forgive her, over and over, and she then ran out the front door crying. I was speechless.
The LORD wanted me to know what was happening!

 

It was the beginning of the end of my first marriage.

The next day, I told my husband that the LORD had spoken to me  when I was at work and demanded I come home, quit my job and go home now! I told him I knew nothing about this friend of mine and him. My husband knew that was true, it all had just started, there was no way I could have known.

He was freaked out, to say the least, as he knew that the LORD had often spoken to me many times in my life and was dumbfounded that the LORD literally exposed his and her behavior to me.

I had no idea that this affair was going on, none at all!

It made for an easy transition out of the marriage. It was hard on me and the children but it was somehow OK too.
The LORD later spoke to me audibly and said to me,
"I have removed your lover and friend", I found that amazing. HE did not call my husband at the time, "my husband", but just simply, my lover and friend. Oddly, that is always how I actually felt about my first husband. Like we were just great friends that took our relationship farther than it should have gone.
This was very perplexing to me. It went against everything I had believed in. Had I been taught wrong?

 

My point here in sharing this sad, true portion of my life is this, GOD will do what HE desires to do in our lives. If HE wants the truth to be seen, HE will expose it. Sometimes HE does it this way for us, sometimes HE doesn't. I am grateful for what HE has led me through in my life. Even if it was hard!

I am not a perfect person. Dear reader please don't think I'm painting myself out to be a saint, the LORD disciplines me as I need it too. I have made many mistakes along the way myself.

This I know, truth in the spiritual realm is stranger than any fiction that could ever be written.

GOD will do what is right for our lives, if we like it or not!
We are here to learn and grow! 
 I'm forever grateful for my lessons.

This night was just a drop in the bucket of life for me.
My experiences have always been bizarre by most standards. Sometimes when you think "a little birdie" told someone what you have done, or what someone else has done to you.....Think again...It may not be a bird at all, it could be GOD himself exposing us, for our own good!

 

The Ticket

So, it was 2104 and we (My fiance and I) were on vacation heading from Florida to North Carolina.

We were going to do interviews of a few people in Pensacola FL on our way as well as in Georgia. This was going to be an expensive trip. There were many stops planned along the way and we were very excited.

We stayed in wonderful bed and breakfast haunts as well as wonderful areas where we knew many oddities had happened.

We were having such a wonderful time.

We had completed our week in Pensacola and went on to Georgia. We had such a marvelous time there interviewing and photographing our person of interest we stayed longer than we probably should have! I kept thinking, wow this is costing us a fortune, but we were elated at all the information we were gleaning!

So after a few days we finally packed up our gear and headed to North Carolina.

 

I wanted to visit the grave of my Mother so badly as I hadn't been there in a few years. I was really missing her that year. So much more than most other years.

Grave sites are so interesting. I know the loved one is not there, but a remnant of the flesh that I had loved so was all that was really there. Yet, it always amazes me as we sit and meditate in these areas where our loved ones who have passed once lived, we feel a connection to them. Their home turf if you will. Those things that were dear to them. The sights, sounds and smells of where they had chosen in this life to make home.

So as I sat in the very cold Carolina winter sun at the site of the mausoleum where my Mother is buried, I reflected on all things I held dear in her remembrance. Hours had passed.

It was starting to really get cold and uncomfortable as the wind was whipping up on the high mountain area she is buried on. My ears were freezing, I said my goodbyes quickly wondering when I would come this way again? I was pretty sad for the most part but I knew she was always with me, so I smiled and pondered the whole visit for a moment and then we headed off to the city to get a warm cup of coffee.

We also needed gas, so we stopped at one of my Mom's favorite haunts. The infamous "Hot Spot" in the center of Franklin. It's nothing special, but for those who live so far from the big cities these little stores are a regular happening. She always stopped there with me to get her gas when I visited her. She said they had pretty good prices all the time and great coffee.

I went inside remembering her being there with me only a few years before. I got my  extra large hot coffee and decided to sit on their tables where many local workers would have their lunch breaks inside the store.

It was a pretty busy day in the little store and I heard people saying we would be getting snow later on in the evening. I could see Kevin pumping the gas outside. It was a fun memory. He was waving at me!

It was then as I waved back at Kevin and I turned and watched all the chatter and goings on in the store that I clearly heard my Mothers voice say, "go ahead Ter, get yourself a lottery ticket for fun". I laughed out loud as this was comical to me. I'm so frugal, I never purchase lottery scratch offs or the lottery tickets EVER!

But it was so clearly her voice. I thought to myself, "that's just nuts" that was clearly her voice!

But "Why" would I do that I thought, I never get those things? So , as if led by the fun of the thought, I got up and walked over to the counter and asked to purchase a lottery scratch off ticket, I thought, what the heck, why not?

So I did.

I was shocked as I scratched this ticket to find I just won $100.00 dollars! I screamed for Kevin as he was walking in the store to get his coffee and said to him, "please look at this, my Mom told me to buy a ticket, so I did and look at this thing, I think I won $100.00 dollars".  

He looked at it, laughed, and then I showed it to the clerk. She immediately shelled out my $100.00 to me.

I was dumbfounded! I never win anything as I never gamble! I never buy those silly scratch offs, but when Mom said, go ahead Ter, I knew if I ever was going to do it, it would be then! I was so happy! Here we're on the second week of vacation and we really needed that extra cash.

I smiled as I sat down to finish my coffee and thanked my Mom for the "Tip off".

That was just like her too! She always wanted me to have "enough"

and once again from beyond the veil she was keeping herself real to me!

Truth is always stranger than fiction and this truth is no exception.

 

Octagon Hall 2017



So, on our vacation last week for 2017 we decided to go to the famous Octagon Hall in Franklin KY. I hadn't read anything about it at all, only that others had gone there and were doing ghost investigations and seemed to have lots of good EVP's and the like. So we were at our property in KY and decided to head over a few counties to check it out and meet the men who work there and see what all the chatter was about.

The History revealed this information for us:

An antebellum  eight sided three story brick home

In 1847, Andrew Jackson Caldwell laid out the foundation for his new family home. With a desire for distinction, his home would not be a simple structure with four walls like so many others, but an eight sided edifice unique to the region.

Completed in 1859, it would soon become a landmark in the south-central Kentucky area.

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Well, we found out that Andrew Jackson Caldwell was a Mason and he had the octagon shape in mind for a good reason. Or at least he thought it was a good reason.

We also found that there were civil war soldiers there at one time and that it was a hiding place, a hospital, and a residence all in one.

It's truly a beautiful place that is falling into disrepair as it is a museum of the past and needs finances to reestablish it to it's once wonderful grand glory.

I loved talking with the people we met there and we had a wonderful tour of the home. But, right from the moment I walked into the building I was instantly approached by a strong male figure who was not amongst the living. I commanded him in the name of JESUS not to touch me as I felt him on my left arm and back area, standing very close to me.  He wasn't evil, but very interested in why I was there. I took two steps in and felt a woman on my right, she was also interested in why I had come to the home. I moved into the home a few feet more and could feel the children around me. The home was so active I was amazed. I didn't need an EVP device, these spirits were making themselves known.

I walked through each room in the home touching the wood and bricks and it was as if I could hear the LORD tell me the pain that these walls had seen. The fears were very real and horrifying once. Death was everywhere. It was actually overwhelming. Like it was covering the walls of this ancient structure. Not just human death but spiritual death as well! I sat down and listened to the thoughts that were coming to me.  It was a long and I might add, cold visit, as I pondered each room in the home.

I soon felt compelled to walk outside after an hour or so in the house. As I walked out of the house and down the back stairs I noticed the curator of the museum come out on the porch to smoke a cigarette. He sat down in one of the chairs on the porch, I smiled up at him but went out a few yards more into the back yard and I heard the LORD say to me, "you are standing on fingers, bones" and before the Lord finished speaking with me I heard the curator yell out to me from above, "we found fingers right where you are standing, from a recent dig"! I was amazed and told him what I had just heard from the LORD! He said "yes", "I can see that you are getting verification".  I was then led to the back part of the yard, the curator came down to walk with me, and the curator and I walked the back lot towards a few large trees. I was feeling death very strongly and said I feel that there are people literally buried right here, and he said "yes", "there are graves back here everywhere. It was then that my feet were feeling, portions of bodies and with every step I could feel through my feet what I was standing on. It was gravely strange. I could see as if by radar what I was standing on. I felt like crying it was so sad. I could hear the bones crying from the ground. The pain and the sadness was overwhelming. So many young souls gone. So much blood crying from the ground still after all these years! I shared these thoughts with the curator and he said "yes", there were many amputations done here and many were killed and froze to death on these grounds once. Just then I went up to one of the large trees and laid my hands on the cold bark. There were areas where the bark was ripped away and the smooth skin of the tree was exposed in long segments. It was when I touched this that the LORD spoke again and said, "This tree has seen and felt all that you now feel" I said to the curator this tree was talking to me. He said people were hung from the tree and I could certainly feel it. I then felt warm breezes over my face and hands and saw the burial from a day long ago when the master of the home was buried there. The curator showed me his grave. It was so strange. I was feeling things the curator was confirming to me.  I was being led by feelings in my hands and feet and the curator verified everything I experienced. I saw the death in my minds eye of the wife and sorrow all over her. These had been lonely, strange and hard times for these people in these graves. Many young children were present as well. They had all died so early in life and the deaths were very sad. The children here knew little hope! Their lives were not royal or happy. Bitterness kept coming up to me from the ground.

I walked briefly into the slave shack and could not bear the pain and sorrow from this structure. It was fear based and horribly sad. Angry and desperate feelings. I exited immediately. It was as if I walked into a tornado of negative emotions in that shack. I could not stand there as my heart was too heavy. The death and sadness was overwhelming!

I briefly visited the summer kitchen shack and in there it was simply empty. As if no one wanted to be in it. I thought that very strange. It was a step back in time to see all that these women had to do just to prepare one meal! It was an all day ordeal feeding family back in those days.

I went back into the home again and went into the basement now. Touching the walls as I went down the steps, 13 of them actually on the final decent. There was a feeling of confusion, anger, resentment, and grief all over the lower level. It was so thick in the air. Anger was paramount, I was sure. I did not however feel anything focused on me. They (the spirits there) wanted me to know they knew in this life they had made many wrong choices, spirits were everywhere! The voices were coming so fast to me I felt like plugging my ears. These spirits were full of regret! That is where their anger lay, yet they knew it was there own doing their own choices that made them feel this way. As if they were saying we blame only ourselves. There was a strange peace in that to me. Very strange. I know that while we are here in the Land of the Living we are all responsible for the choices we make. Once we cross over to the realm of the dead we have already written our story. It is then finished. Our lives become a tale to be told. No changes can be made. It is History. Yes, HIS story then. The LORD alone keeps the records of our lives. Weather we choose to believe it or not.

I have seen how the angelic realm writes the book of "Teri" or "Kevin" or "You". It is done with extreme caution and perfection! The heavenly messengers keep account of all of us. It's truly amazing to see. I saw this in the 70's while the LORD showed me the process one night in a vision. It was beautiful! Angels appear to us as people while we are alive and we have no clue while we are here in the Land of the Living that they are actually angels, however once we act this way or that, it is documented, what we say and do here. Thus "our" story is written. We NEVER get away with anything here, EVER! The documentation and the "why" is known from the heart by GOD himself!

This was what I was hearing from the spirits for the moment as I was in the basement of this once beautiful home. Regret and despair from poor choices.  I quickly went to the main floor and into the grand room. The room where the families had lived and spent most of their time in, the meetings were held for the Masons in this grand room, the choices were made for the military maneuvers, once upon a time now gone. I felt the wickedness there.  Vindictive spirits, angry and alone! It was awful! The pain and the despair. I felt after 4 hours in this home I could stand it no more.  I wanted to stay all day and night but it was a very cold 38 degrease that day and I was ready to head to warmth for the evening. As much as I loved being there, I felt I could hear no more!

We thanked the wonderful dedicated curators for a lovely day of validation and friendship there at the great museum. I strongly urge others to go and feel the walls and grounds for yourself! See what might be spoken to you.

The home was full of spiritual conversations and insight. We were very glad we spent the day there. So much can be learned from the past when we open the eyes of our hearts!

 

Tracked by Aliens

So, yesterday after I got home from work I spent most of the early evening in bed. I wasn't feeling just right. Very strange and out of sorts. I wasn't sure why! I wasn't sick, I wasn't overly tired for a change, I just didn't feel right.

I wondered often throughout the evening what was wrong with me?

Then I just forgot about it.

Laying in bed after coming home from work just seemed to be the best idea. So I'll put my feet up, I thought to myself. Relax, drink water, unwind. Well, it all sounded really good.

I tried to sleep on and off but sleep wouldn't come.

I wasn't that tired.

I felt uneasy. Why? I couldn't put my finger on anything.

I wondered if maybe I was coming down with something after all?
I felt as if something was going to happen to me, but what?

 

I got up at nine and watched a little TV. Then went online for an hour or so. Then I laid back down again. Nothings going to happen I said to myself, everything is fine!

Finally around 11:00pm I fell asleep.
 

Somewhere around 3:00 am in the morning I woke up. I felt as if I weren't alone in the room. Ahh I thought, this is what I have been waiting for all night! I've had this happen many times in my life just before an Alien or Paranormal intervention of some kind would take place. I looked all over the room, I couldn't see anything in the darkness, I didn't want to turn the lights on and wake anyone else up, so I slid back down under the covers again.

The next thing I remember  that while yet in the dark I could see someone coming into view now,  I was seeing an older man, very frail and odd looking man standing on the side of my bed. Oh my word! This is so freaky! I continued to look at this visitor, feeling like I was in no real danger from him, but I was taken aback. Not to the point of screaming out loud though. I noticed he was holding a strange small cup and dipping a small wide paint brush into the cup, the bristles seemed very long and soft looking as he pulled the brush up and continued making a stirring motion. He did all this while he was just standing there. What came to my mind was he was mixing up a potion or something. He then immediately came towards me, I couldn't move he moved so fast in my direction. Then he started brushing the liquid from the cup all over my mouth with his brush! Over and over again, brushing this strange tart liquid all over, but only on my mouth! I didn't feel it dripping anywhere and I thought that very strange! Very strange indeed. How was that even possible? It tasted just a little tart and I don't remember any smell attached to it all!

 

I heard the one doing this to me say in a firm and caring male voice "This will help you". I thought I recognized his voice? He seemed very thin. Very frail as I caught a better quick glance of his arm over me as he continued painting this liquid on my mouth. The liquid was not cold or warm, that was odd. It was just wet.
I was truly amazed at all this and the fact that I did not move!
I was in a freeze frame like. I had had this happen to me many times before. 

I thought to myself, get the heck off of my face now already  with that brush! Stop putting this on my mouth! Is this liquid drying on me? Is it suppose to keep me from speaking something? Or is this to make me say something? Within a second of that thought I heard the being say to me, "you must attend an event, you must go there"! He showed me through a mental connection a few thoughts he was thinking, I cannot say exactly what he showed me  here, but it was in the state of California. I had no desire to go there! I immediately resisted this order! I had stated that several times throughout my life, there is no way I'm going there! I laughed at first a bit and said, I'm not going there! This was odd, I had never wanted to go to this place and now my mouth is saturated with some sort of non dripping liquid and he's telling me I have to go! Then he was gone! Just like that, Cup and brush just gone! Why and how do they do that?

 

I sat straight up in bed and rubbed my mouth vigorously. It was dry but felt tight, like something like egg whites had dried on it. I jumped up and ran into the bathroom immediately, turned on the light, and looked in the mirror.

I looked very normal. Concerned, but normal. Freaked out a bit, but normal. Nothing at all odd about my mouth. I kept rubbing my face and mouth over and over as I looked at myself in the mirror. The tightness subsided quickly and my mouth felt normal. Not wet at all. No residue at all! No discoloring at all. What just happened to me here? This was really strange!  I just stood there and wondered  about this all as I starred at myself and questioned why this even happened?

I wondered why I was being contacted again? Who is this visitor? What intelligence brings this information to me and from where? He showed me a place I actually know of that is a once a year gathering and asked me to attend this place. He showed me a word I was to focus on. How strange I thought? I wondered how this word could apply to me? How could that word mean anything to me? When he spoke his voice reminded me of my father who had passed away many years ago. That was strange I thought. Why would he sound like him? He clearly wasn't him!

 

I won't reveal the place or the word as I am still contemplating what this all means to me. I'm searching for inner answers to make sense of this all. Extraterrestrials have their own agenda with us.  

The Alien/Paranormal seems to keep track of me, interjecting information to me throughout my life since the 1950's.
There are always commands, short, direct and important for me.

I am hoping to connect these experiences to understand them better. Just because the extraterrestrials speak to me doesn't always mean I completely understand what they are inferring. 
Perhaps it may be time to tell?

Thus the painting of my mouth? To "help" me say or tell something.

 

As I sit here pondering this recent happening I am praying about how to move forward.  I am very aware that I have been led by the Spiritual realm as well as the extraterrestrial realm. Often for me they intersect.

Addendum

We are NEVER alone. There is always something happening if we are awake and watching. I believe this was a message for me to speak up about something I normally would not have spoken up about. This finally did happen, I ended up going where I never wanted to go! the word he spoke to me made perfect sense now.  
I have learned to trust and obey once I have prayed and tested the spirit in the situation. As my life progresses, if I am blessed to continue here, perhaps I will revisit this writing and share further this connection with the alien visitor that came and spoke words that commanded me.
I am grateful and humbled by these interactions.



Mimicing Voices

So, here we are in October 2016, in our new home already! Time has really flown and we have been so busy painting this and fixing that. The challenges are non ending at this point!

We have spent the better part of everyday doing something to upgrade and make ready this beautiful home we found just a few months ago.

Often times I'm on one end of the home and my son is on the other as we work on our lists of things to be accomplished. I do work closely with my son on a daily basis, so often I'll yell across the rooms to check this or get that, and he is always there in a moment helping me. I consider myself very blessed!

However,

this last week, he has come into the room I'm working in and has said on many occasions, frustrated and upset, "What"?

I look up at him and smile and reply, "what"? why are you asking me that"? He will say, "you were just in the hallway by my bedroom and called me"! What do you want? I answered you and you didn't answer me!

I then say clearly to my son, "I have been right here in this room the entire time", I have not called you!

He has gotten very upset with me and said, Mom! I heard you call me from the hall, I stopped what I was doing to answer you and you never replied to me! How can you say you didn't?

I assured him with no doubts, I have not been on that side of the house, I have been right here working on this project!

He walks away confused and perplexed at the matter. And a bit upset with me. Like I would lie to him!

Twenty minutes will not pass and here he comes again, just as upset as before,

"What"?

And we replay the same scenario!

Clearly someone is calling his name and mimicking me!

These are spirits that are usually known as poltergeist.

So well is the voice sounding like me, that he swears it is me!

I however,  am not the one calling him.

EVER!  PERIOD!

 When I call him, I follow through with a whole message. This entity is taunting him with only calling his name.

I have had this happen to me before. It's very odd.

He will come to me in the evening as well and say, Mom, did you just call me? Again, I will tell him "NO"!

He has also done this when my fiancé is home, and he has also heard this from my son.

It amazes me sometimes how persistent energies can be. Ghosts, spirits, if you will, they can taunt you if you let them.

I am working with my son to not interact with these spirits that mimic. They can be so frightening. My son must take charge and rebuke these "callings" himself. I am not the one they are dealing with. I'm the one hearing about them, But I am not the one hearing the callings.

Why am I sharing this with you?

Because if you live in a home with someone hearing these types of calls and you are not hearing them yourself, then you need to help and support the person involved. Often, these voices can be heard only by the one being attacked by them. The person isn't crazy, they are simply under attack!

These are either unclean or familiar, or poltergeist spirits. 

What can happen to you, can happen to others as well.

This is when you help the person walk through the moment and be a team! Encourage them to stand against the voice. Call on the LORD JESUS to cast the spirit out of the home or where ever, that is calling in mimic fashion, and be done with it.

Spirits can shape shift and mimic. It is usually very frightening for the one going through this. Also extremely confusing!

Sometimes the other people will have a hard time standing firm against the energies. We all must develop our "Sea Legs" if you will. We need to learn to stand on our own. Each person has a path to walk in this life, and they walk it alone! You cannot walk their path for them, but you can help them.

If you can't, find a qualified person who can.

Or call or contact me.

This is my reason for sharing my paranormal life. To bring answers and peace to you as I suggest and guide you to do the right thing.

GOD's love and Light I pray for you!

The Unfamiliar Voice

 

So, the other day I was sitting at my desk in the front room of our home. I was busy working on paperwork which I needed to complete. I was just finishing up. I was fully engrossed with putting letters into envelopes to stamp, address and walk to the mail box.

 

I had noticed what a wonderful breezy morning it was as I glanced out the large front window. It almost made me stop to admire the beautiful palms and Bird of Paradise out the front window swaying in the breeze.

It was then out of nowhere I heard it.

 

A mans voice almost directly behind me, said very clearly, "hello".

 

I stopped immediately and turned around fully expecting someone to be there! But who? I don't know that voice I thought in an instant, I've never heard that voice before. It sounded as if it were someone in their 50's perhaps, not young but, not old!

 

As I turned to look, "no one was there"!

Because the voice sounded so strange to me, I did not reply to answer it. Being a demonologist, I am very careful to whom or what I interact with.  I choose to not respond.

I stood up now and walked into the living room, I could feel a presence but I saw nothing.

I waited a moment as I stood there, feeling the energy in the room. Finally I said out loud, In the name of JESUS leave this home NOW!

I immediately felt the energy leave.

I welcomed the Holy Spirit into the home and asked that HE search out the entire home and cleanse it immediately. I knew what I had heard was not kosher at all. It wasn't anyone here in the land of the living. It had to go immediately!

 

Why do I share this? What do you need to know of this?

Simply this.

Never speak to an entity that comes upon you suddenly.

There are spiritual energies out there that want your attention. But what you focus on is your business, not theirs!

Always be in charge and in full control when something strange happens to you. Don't let fear over take you. Keep your head about you. Look for obvious answers. Debunk it if you can and if you cannot, MOVE ON! Go to the only one who can help, and is always available instantly ONLY JESUS has the power and authority you need to take hold of the situation. HE is in the spiritual realm, HE has full authority and can deliver you instantly from any form of attack. We simply only need to call on Him! ANY FORM of attack at all! The wonderful news is also, he will give you His peace to walk through the moment. You are truly never alone!

After I called on the Holy Spirit, I simply went back to work.

I didn't give this stranger a moment of my time.

This is our time to live, this is our reality, not theirs!

There are surely spirits about just as there are Angels and other forms of energy, be in control! Take the authority and control of your own life.

Being alone by yourself and having something attack you is never easy, but at least come well equipped to the fight!

Be at peace.

A Young Perspective

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

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

 

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

 

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

While heading home alone on this day,

I heard a mans voice call my name?

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

so I wasn't alarmed at all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have literally wondered about this incident all my life!

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

While I was just a child?

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

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

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

They became so common place.

  

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

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

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

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

The Heavenly Choir

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It actually was! How thrilling! 

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

What a glorious send off for Mom!

White Vocal Noises and Green Flashes

 

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

Not that I ever do.

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

I was really stumped.

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

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

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

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

The voice was really creepy and I was home alone.

I hate it when that happens!

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

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

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

 

Connecting After Death

 

It was 2001, I was at home in my living room and reading the local news paper. The St. Petersburg Times.

I was just paging quickly through and then something strange happened.

Some unseen hands held my face and turned my head to the right. I felt the hands holding my head and I didn't resist them. It was so odd feeling it made me focus on what was transpiring. These gentle hands moved my head into a position and then stopped. I was unable to change the position. But I really didn't want to. I was wondering what was happening. I wasn't afraid, but it was certainly odd. This had never happened before to me.

Then as if to reach inside my head, the hands took hold of my eyes and caused me to move them to the center of the page and then to the inside column. It was completely bizarre.

I had been manipulated to look at a vey specific point on the page I was now looking at.

I started to focus on the notice I found myself reading that I had been directed to, and to my surprise and utter amazement, I began to absorb what it was I was reading.

These hands that held my head and directed me to this particular point on the page had led me to an obituary. It was more than surreal. It was miraculous!

I gasped as I read the name of one of my dearest and oldest friends who  had just passed away. I read that she had been killed on 49th Street not far from where I lived. I read that she was the victim of a careless driver that was on her laptop in her car while driving. The woman who killed my friend was a real estate person speeding through a red light while on her computer and T-boned my friends van, causing it to roll several times and in the process my friend broke her neck.

My friend was on her way back home from picking up food from a "Hope Kitchen" to serve unfortunate families with children and also bring them gifts.

 She had just picked up the food for the children and was on her way back home to get things ready.

 

I was shocked. I was in disbelief, and then I heard her voice speak to me as if she were standing right there in the room. I heard her say in the most reassuring tone, "It's O.K. Teri, don't worry for me. I'm fine, I'm happy, I'm home".

She said it so softly and I could feel her right there with me.

The bond of deep friendship we had in this life has carried over to the next.

 

My friend and I went to the same church 25 years earlier and were close and special friends. She was different. We had a certain connection. We were like family instantly when we met and respected one another deeply.

 

I was at her house one year in the 90's during a horrible storm to check on her while she was pregnant and alone. I was getting ready to leave after a day of visiting and something told me to stay a bit longer, so I did. She began to go into labor right after I had decided to stay. I will never forget it. She was so grateful I stayed.

 It was I who delivered her baby that night. Just she and I in the house. The storm that came that night was so strong it prevented the mid wife getting to her from over the bridge in Tampa. I had been sent there that day to visit and to be with her to help her deliver her daughter that night.

I had never delivered a baby before. But it all came to me as I assisted her and it was all so natural.

 

 I believe she wanted me to know she had passed on.

It occurred to me that I was led to sit down and read the paper that day. I never really read the newspaper much back then. I was always a "Live News at 6:00 pm", with dinner kind of girl so I didn't bother reading the paper that much.

 

This was special and she wanted me to know she was now gone.

 

I called her husband and confirmed all I had read. I shared with him how this all happened and what I had heard. He said she had been saying she wanted to get in touch with me just a week before the accident.

She kept that promise.

I believe the true friends we make here will be our friends throughout eternity.

See you again sweet Jay!