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.

 

Night of the Feathers

 

So, it was the winter of 2014, I was living on the Lake in New Port Richey, FL, and had been enjoying a monthly magazine edition I always read from front to back when it comes in.

I had sat down somewhere around 4:00 p.m. and started reading when I had gotten the magazine in the mail and now it was late in the evening and very cold outside.

  I could hear the wind blowing through the trees and howling at the windows.  I laid my magazine down and started getting ready for bed.

I was intrigued by an article in the magazine I had read that spoke of paranormal happenings,

 such as "how you know" when a loved one who has passed is near.

 

I read this article with a raised eyebrow as I thought, I wonder if any of this has ever actually "Really" ever been proven?

One way the article mentioned you know when someone is near, is that you'll see pennies often lying around. I thought to myself, "well gee" I see pennies all the time and I pick them up too, so what could that mean?

Another way to tell if your loved ones who have crossed over are near is that you'll smell their perfume or hear their favorite song. I again thought, well, I hear old songs all the time, does that mean people who have passed are always near me because of the songs I hear?

Another was that you'll see feathers. I laughed when I read that one as I said, Oh Please, feathers, really?

How silly is that? I hardly ever see feathers! Just once in a blue moon maybe. I never hear of anyone seeing feathers. I just laughed it off as a crazy magazine article, but this was just too much, feathers, "really"! 

 

It was getting late and I needed to get ready for bed. So I got up to brush my teeth and retire for the evening and I laid the magazine back down again. I laughed and said out loud in the bathroom as I started brushing my teeth, well, Mom, let's see if you can muster up a feather or two for me tonight.

I just laughed and headed in to bed. How ridiculous! My Mom had passed 7 years earlier, I wondered if she would show up and sprinkle a feather or two around for me!

Sometime after 3:00 in the morning my room mate came into the room and pulled my covers up for me as the heat had gone off and he was making sure I stayed warm throughout the night. It had really gotten cold this night and another cold front was on it's way.

 

 That night as I slept soundly I awoke for some reason, so I got up around 3:30 a.m. to use the rest room. The house was dark, cold and quite. I didn't want to wake anyone in the house so I kept the lights off.  I glanced at myself in the mirror in the bathroom, It was really dark but I thought I saw something white in my hair but I was so tired, I didn't want to turn the light on, so I was in and out of the bathroom in less than a minute. I wanted to go right back into my warm bed and go back to sleep.

 

The next morning  I awoke around 7:00 a.m. and as I opened my eyes I saw a sea of white! 

To my utter surprise I was covered in feathers. They were all over my bed, in my hair, all over the pillow and even on the floor everywhere!

I could not believe my eyes!

FEATHERS WERE EVERYWHERE!

Little white feathers.

I called out to my room mate and said come and see these feathers! I hadn't told him about the article I had read the night before. I hadn't mentioned my conversation with my Mother either.

What happened here?

This was extremely strange.

My room mate then said, last night as I pulled the comforter up over your shoulders I must have ripped the down open. I laughed and said, what are the odds that I had read that particular article about the feathers and then asked my Mom to muster a couple up for me? How strange was that coincidence? I am not really a believer in coincidences but this really had my attention.

I just laughed and shook my head. Had my Mom enrolled my room mate to help her cover me in feathers? What is one to believe?

I'll leave that up to you to decide. What are the odds on that very night out of a million that I would ask for a sign of feathers?

We live in a strange world with many odd happenings. This is just another one of mine.

 

 

 

The Tornadic Experience

 

So, it was 2007, I was working for a very stuffy corporation, but I was having a blast.  Everyday I came to work the staff and I would have long talks while we worked about spiritual things and GOD and all that was happening in the world. It was so much fun talking and sharing about some of my many experiences, and theirs, that we all looked forward to the time every day when we could chat a bit at our breaks. It always felt like an anointed special time.

 

As time went on, this gathering was growing, the staff would come to my desk and we just knew this was "Talk time" everyone would have their cup of coffee in hand and they would ask me to share something about my spiritual experiences, PLEASE!!

 

One day as I was sharing one experience in particular something very strange started to happen. My lovely female boss started crying. She opened up like a flood gate, tears were flowing and shared that she wanted to "Get her life back in spiritual order". She said she had drifted away from what she knew as a young lady and wanted to come back to the faith she once had.

I spent everyday for a month during break times talking with her alone in her office and sharing Bible verses that would help repair the brokenness she felt. It was one of the most beautiful times in my life to see her humbled and lovingly working out her situations one by one. I had only known her from working with her here at the office and yet it was like I had known her all my life. I often said to her, I felt like I was led there to this position by GOD himself!

Each person who worked there slowly came to the same place and they all shared how grateful they were that The LORD had led me there to work with them all.

It was a special two years. Anointed if you will. Charged with energy and spiritual awakening. I couldn't wait to get to work everyday, I wanted to see what the LORD would do next!!

We all felt that way. We all felt the energy, it was like divine appointments were taking place each day.

Somehow I knew this time was limited here, but I wanted to my best for the Kingdom!

 

One morning as we were having a time of sharing during our fifteen minute break,  my boss called me into her large office privately and said,

"please show me where the scripture is that leads me to repentance".

 

I headed back to my desk to grab my Bible and my coffee cup, I knew this was a special moment in her life, she was very serious about changing her direction in life, right now, in this moment! 

 I quickly found the verse she was speaking of,

I turned to walk back into her office with the bible in one hand  opened to the requested verse and my coffee in the other hand.

 

As I turned toward her office it seemed as if time were standing still. This was strange!

A very powerful feeling came over me.

I saw her in her room seated behind her desk looking at me approaching her, I was now walking through the door of her office.

Everything seemed odd.

 

All of a sudden a huge rush of wind came at me from the left side of the wall in her room, it hit me so hard it threw me towards the ground on the right side of the wall near her desk. This was a very big room, it was a bit of a distance from one wall to the next. Before I hit the ground I tried to steady myself, but the force was so strong. I tried to not hit the chairs directly in front of her desk, I fought against the force, It was strange, very bizarre. I tried to put my coffee down after being hit by balancing my hand to prevent spillage! That wasn't possible, I spilled it all down the front of me but managed to set the cup on her desk without breaking it as I was being hurled, literally thrown by force towards the floor. 

I saw my bosses face as I was being shoved from the left to the right, she was in sheer horror and screaming as she witnessed all this! She was screaming my name over and over as my body was shoved into the wall. Her eyes were wide open and she looked as if she saw a ghost! She was horrified, I could see it in her eyes! She watched me being pushed by this wind sharply towards the wall and the floor! She ran over to me as I was thrown against the wall and tried to help me get up. She said through her tears, "what was that"? What just happened here? How could that strong force come after you from nowhere? How did it get in my office?

How could it throw you like that? I saw what it did to you Teri with my own two eyes, but how?  WHY?

 

 By now all the ladies were standing at the door of her office glaring inside. They were all terrified as my boss explained to them what she had just witnessed take place through her tears and horror!

One of the women was trembling as she watched it from the back side. She was speechless.

I slowly came to my feet with my bosses help and the room was spinning, just spinning. 

I tried to steady myself. 

 I had been hit so hard from the left side of my body it took my breath away, I was fighting it the whole time. But I couldn't stand against the force that hit me. I smacked my head hard on the wall as I fell to the floor!

It was so strange however, It was wind that hit me. Like a tornado. It didn't hurt me initially it caught me up and spun me, then it just threw me against the wall.

That hurt a bit!

It almost knocked me completely out. My head hit the wall first, I felt as if there were a hand holding me there, and then I just slid down the wall from my neck to my shoulder, HARD and fast.

My boss was crying and shaking from what she had just seen, her hands were shaking so hard she sat down in one of the chairs in front of her desk to gather herself. The ladies at the door were still terrified. They said they heard the boss yelling and it frightened them so. They said it was like sheer horror in her scream.

They all looked to afraid to enter the room!

I became very angry. VERY ANGRY!

 I stood to my feet and said to everyone, that was satan, some demonic force!

He is very unhappy with what is transpiring here.

Obviously my bosses conversion is going to make a huge difference in the lives of many. The impact that it had on the staff alone was already profound.

I knew as I stood there the gates of hell itself cannot stand against the plans of the great and powerful GOD I serve.

It became apparent to me that this was an anointed moment in time I and all these present will never forget.  

The enemy was defeated. I had won this battle, but evil was certainly not happy about it. My boss quickly recited the scripture I came to the room to share with her as her voice trembled. It was done! I assured her we were all fine and this was just a demonic attack.

 

I am so grateful for that moment in time. GOD'S power was shown to everyone in the office that day and made an amazing impact on all who experienced it. What was meant to scare us all quickly turned into a victory lesson.

GOD is good! What an honor to serve HIM!

TRUTH is always stranger than fiction!

Blacker than Black.

 

So, it was late 1969, I was looking for an apartment to rent. I was living in St. Petersburg, Florida. I looked for two weeks for something large enough and close enough to my work.  I finally found one on 9th Street North, it was perfect, a huge over the garage apartment that had plenty of space and an open floor plan that I was looking for. Very cool and old! But there was one problem. It had a huge black wall in the main living room. This color wasn't a color I would have ever chosen to paint in a living room, or on any wall for that matter, but I decided to take the apartment anyway.

It struck as me as odd. It made me feel strange somehow. It was unsettling. I couldn't stop glancing at it while I was with the little old lady renting it to me. I didn't want to say anything negative about it, so I just kept quite. Why would someone paint a wall that size black? Why would someone do that? I thought to myself.

 

I had a few friends stop by after I got settled and moved in. They all loved the wall, to my surprise, they thought it was cool. I still hadn't wanted it there. I thought about painting it as soon as I could get the money together for a good primer and paint! I knew I wouldn't get reimbursed for the cost, so I hesitated.

 

It seemed that every night as I sat in my living room I would see something moving in the wall. It would catch my peripheral vision. It was blacker than black. It moved from the corner to the center of the wall. It was really weird. Did I see that? Or was my mind playing tricks on me? I know I saw that! It was such a big wall. I choose to ignore it, as I thought to myself, how crazy is that.

There's nothing there, it's just a wall, Painted black.

 

How wrong I was!

 

After about two months I had accepted the wall as a necessary evil. I kind of ignored it and found myself in my bedroom more than in the living room so I didn't have to look at it. I didn't want the wall to distract me, or freak me out. It seemed that something was going on in that wall!

I also got a room mate soon after moving in.  She told me one night how she hated the black wall and we needed to paint it. I agreed, but time and money were hard to come by as we were both working long days and doing school as well. Money was limited and we just never got around to making that happen.

 

One night we decided to have a group of friends over for a party. Sometime during the night while  about eight of us were hanging out, a guy friend shouted out loud, "Hey, I think I just saw something moving on that wall"! I said, "really"? He replied, "I know I did, it went from the corner of the wall to the middle of the wall and stopped"!

I hated to hear this as it confirmed my deepest fear, this is exactly what I had thought I had seen. And my room mate also said, that wall is so creepy it makes me so uneasy. Another friend yelled out, "That's the beer talking dude", and again he said. "No way, I know what I saw, that's really creepy, let's get the hell out of here"! I asked him to show me where it was now, he replied, I cant see it now, but it was there!

I told them all I had seen something there as well, it was blacker than the black wall, and again the friend said, Yes, exactly. It was blacker than the wall!

 We all left. We went out to the beach and talked about the wall all night long.

 

Well, you can imagine how weird that was for me. I didn't want to go home until it was daylight.

I had hoped if I ignored the wall and what I thought I saw, it would just go away. But deep down inside I had no peace about this apartment.

At that time in my life I didn't know how to cleanse or handle this sort of thing. I was freaked out but just decided I would paint the wall for sure now or just move out immediately.

 

I decided to move, as the wall seemed to be intimidating me. It took up too much time in my thoughts and I didn't want to waste the money on painting. The landlord would never reimburse me. But what was the real issue here I wondered? Had someone died in this apartment and slumped over on that wall, or worse? Was there angry energy there? Why had the last tenant painted it black? What caused this shadow black figure to repeat it's walking cycle?

I didn't want to know!

 

I moved out and lost my deposit money on the apartment that week. It was a lot of money to loose for me but my peace of mind was more important than wasting money on painting this rental. I wasn't sure painting that wall was the answer. My room mate left a day before I did. The last night I spent there I had another friend stay with me over night. I had had many incidences in my life thus far with odd happenings and bizarre voices. I just wanted it all to go away from me!

Everyone had a very negative feeling towards that wall. It was good to know for my own peace of mind, it wasn't just me.

 

Every now and then throughout my life I would drive by that apartment and just stare at it for a moment or two. Remembering what I suffered there.

Then one day I drove past it again, and to my surprise it was being demolished.

The apartment never was the same after what ever energy once lived there.  

Now it was being demolished. I wondered why? Was everyone afraid to be there? This was back in the day before hauntings were hip! I wish I would have found out more about the apartment.

I didn't ask anyone about why the apartment was being demolished as I didn't want anyone to think I was crazy. But now I so wish I would have.

Who was that figure that was blacker than the black wall?

I'll never know. Maybe....

 

 

The Possesion

 

So, it was the school year of 1967. I had a very bad year that year with many emotional changes going on. Sickness as well. I was on the brink of all that life had for me. I had experienced heart ache at this young age and disappointments one after the other that year.

I began to fall ill in the early portion of the year. I was diagnosed with Mononucleosis, then the Doctors thought it was something else, but they were never  able to find out what was actually going on. I fainted once at school and just felt bad all over. I ended up in the late summer being sent to a special natural doctor who was a local man who ended up doing a myriad of tests on me. He was diligent and I was told was one of the best. however he was unable to find out any exact diagnosis on me so the tests continued. I seemed to be at his office more than not on any given week.

 

I was eventually sent to the hospital under his care. He was there everyday ordering more tests.  I went through so many horrible tests there. I felt like a human pin cushion. It was painful! I missed a lot of school throughout the year from my symptoms. Which I was never sure just what they were! I wondered what the heck is going on with me. I started to feel a bit better finally, but they kept testing me. I was getting may needles throughout the day and night. Steroids and other drugs.

I started wondering "why aren't I normal like everyone else"? What are they looking for? When will they find it? When will the needles stop? I just wanted to get out of this hospital!

 

I think that's normal thinking for children to think after all the testing and confinement for so long. After all, life was going on outside this hospital room and I wasn't in it with all my friends. I was stuck here. Alone, bored, except for the nurses. They were very nice to me. Go home and be left alone!

 

I remember one afternoon as I sat looking out the hospital room window, the doctor and my Mom came in to the room together, they had been talking out of the room in the hall for over an hour. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it didn't sound good. They both stood over my bed now and I was shocked to hear the doctor say to my Mom, "Mary, the only thing I can assume here is that this is a spiritual issue going on in this child". She seems healthy from all the tests we have done but, I have seen this happen once before. Something isn't right. She is experiencing spiritual internal warfare of some sort. Similar to a possession. She goes through strange health issues that are not detectible before hand and then, there just simply gone!

WHAT? I thought to myself! Excuse me, WHAT! I couldn't believe my ears! Possession? What the heck is that! How does that happen?

I had no clue what they were talking about. I actually thought to myself, You must be kidding me! I'm laying here going through all these painful tests, getting shot after shot of prednisone bag after bag of something through I.V. and this is spiritual?

I saw that as my "OUT" of the hospital card!

So I took it! Right then and there, I found my voice! 

I had no idea what all that meant however, but

I said to them both, If there is nothing wrong with me, Why am I here for so long? Why all the medications? What is this all about? I want to go home!

 

I said to my Mom the minute the doctor left the room, I know you love this doctor and trust and respect him but let me come home today, I'm well,  and I will take it easy at home.

She agreed, gathered up my things and checked me out.

 

I will admit, The spiritual things that begun to happen that year to me were truly off the charts. I wondered if this happened because of subliminal suggestion from others?

But that would not answer for the experiences that were happening without my control. 

Things I had no knowledge of.

I wish the doctor was alive today as I would love to go back and talk to him about all I was experiencing then. Little did I know then that something spiritual was the right  diagnosis, but no one understood then what truly was happening to me.

It taught me early on that strange things can happen to very normal people and it wasn't fair!

Thus I studied demonology and the wisdom of the Bible.

 

I actually did get deliverance from something that was attacking me from an evil entity through a church I went to. This was the beginning of my Deliverance understanding and study of Demonology. While everybody else was afraid to face these spiritual battles, I embraced and overcame them through the knowledge of the HOLY SPIRIT!

 

I hope sharing this will help someone today. This life is so much more than what meets the eye. Our bodies go through changes as our mind is opened to experiences. We see things we cannot un see. We experience things that open our eyes and change us from within. Sometimes those changes are hard to deal with. They don't fit the norm. They are outside of the box if you will. It's hard to understand and accept. But none the less these things happen. Probably to all of us at some point.

 

This is what was happening to me at this time in m life, combined with a slight illness that I had contracted at school and it was made into a huge financially draining ordeal, but yet I learned the spiritual wakening was also happening at the same time and became a part of the diagnosis. Interesting life we live for sure.

My mind was open to a much bigger picture than most could comprehend then, it was overwhelming at times for me to grasp. But my life took a turn back then, and headed down a path that has become my story. And I keep evolving in the knowledge that comes to me.

We are all walking each other home, only from different perspectives of this life that we all live together in, here and now.

I often heard audible instructions that were positive and protective. I also heard warnings that were accurate. I saw dead people who were giving me messages, some I didn't want, some I did. I saw things young children should never see and I experienced the real world terrors of ungodly people.

 

If you can relate don't freak out! Pray! GOD never leads us down a path without teaching us something of great value. It's easy to see now that I'm older and I look back at the big picture.

It was hard to see and understand then, but is now history and knowledge.

Life is a journey and we must move forward!

 

The Late Night Visitor

 

 

So, It was 2001, My Mother and her husband had moved up north in 1996.

She called me one night and told me her husband had just passed away. She lived eleven hours North of me in the Hills of Franklin N.C.

I jumped in my car and got there in a record breaking 8 1/2 hours. I only stopped for gas. No eating or anything else. And O.K. I drove a little faster than the speed limit. It was late by the time I arrived.

When I got there she was so relived to have someone there with her after all she had been through the past few days. She had listed her husbands death in the local news paper. She said somehow it made everything so surreal.

 

 My Mother was simply exhausted and all she wanted to do was to sleep to put the pain and grief from the day behind her.

We talked for an hour or so and she couldn't stay awake any longer.

I decided I would also tuck myself in for the night, I was also extremely exhausted.

 

 

All of a sudden as I rose from the kitchen chair I had an awful premonition, just a dreadful feeling that something was very wrong.

I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was really bothering me.

My Mom never locked her doors living high on the mountain as she does but tonight I decided I would lock them all.

 I went to the front door and locked it, but somehow I didn't feel safer. So I went downstairs on the first floor of her two story home and locked that door as well, and check all the windows. I still had a weird feeling I just could not shake. I felt like trouble was all around us. But why?

It really had me very aware of it. I just couldn't put my finger on where it was coming from. I didn't mention it to my Mom as she had enough on her plate to deal with. She didn't need me scaring her with a weird feeling I was having. I decided locking the doors was the right thing to do. After all we were alone in the pitch dark of the heavily wooded mountain.

 

My Mother never locked her doors at home, ever! She had said once that she knows everyone on the mountain and there all good country people.

I felt weird locking everything up tight.

I stayed up and cleaned a bit in the kitchen and then headed off to bed myself around 1:00 a.m.  Mom had taken a sleeping pill she had gotten that day from her doctor, So I got back up and I checked in on her and then headed back to bed.

 

It was about 3:00 A.M. in the morning, and I dreamt I was hearing a constant doorbell. I thought gee that sounds so real for a dream. Why doesn't someone answer the darn thing? Then I heard it again, and then again. Now I was awake and I did hear the doorbell. I was really groggy, and the door bell was really ringing, over and over!

I went to the front door, turned on the outside light and was shocked as I and looked out and saw a man standing there. He was a young man probably in his late 20's in a white T-shirt and blue jeans. He yelled in to me and said there was an emergency and he had to use our phone right away. I told him to wait a minute. He pleaded for me to open the door, I said just a minute, I had to gather my thoughts, There was no way I was believing that story for some reason, just a gut feeling again. So I went to wake my Mom to see if she knew this young man. It was hard to wake her from the effects of the sleeping pill. It took a minute or two. That's a long time when someone is at the front door banging on it.

She finally came to I explained what was going on, and she said, just let him in Teri, If it's an emergency then give him the phone.

I said, "no Mother", I'm not opening the door to this young guy, something isn't right. She yelled at me and said what are you talking about, it's an emergency, give him the phone! She was still very groggy, again I said "no". You need to get up and tell me if this is someone you actually know! I didn't understand why I was being so demanding, but it was coming from my gut. I was very leery of this man at the door. I have no idea why? By now it had been 5 minutes that my Mother and I were disputing giving this man the phone. Finally my Mom , tired and upset with me for acting so demanding got up, walked past me to the phone, picked it up from it's base and went towards the front door with it.

I jumped in front of her and took the phone out of her hand and said "wait"!  Please look out there, do you know that man?  She looked at him through the glass window and said , "no", he doesn't look familiar. I said I thought you knew everybody?

Then, giving me a very disapproving look, she went to open the door. I said "wait Mom", she hesitated and again said, "Teri", in an extremely frustrated with me voice. 

 I ran and got the shot gun from the kitchen near the back door, I remembered she always had it there, and then I stood behind her as she opened the front door. I made sure he could see the butt of the gun. I thought to myself, "what the heck am I doing"?  My heart is pounding out of my chest, I'm functioning on pure adrenalin here, My Mother is so trusting and friendly, I'm acting like a cruel idiot, but I can't seem to stop myself! I just trust my gut after all these years!

She handed him the phone and then said to him what emergency do you have? He said something about his girl friend up the mountain. I pushed my Mom aside almost knocking her over and closed the door and dead bolt locked it. My Mom yelled at me, she said "what are you doing"? Let the man make his call for heavens sake!

He picked up the phone as we both watched, but didn't dial anybody. He played with the buttons, but never got through to anybody. Then I heard him say to us "never mind" in a rude voice.

I thought, how clever, he has our only way to call for help.

So I shut the porch light off and yelled. Leave the phone at the bottom of the door when your done with it. He put the phone down and walked away from the door.

I then ran down stairs and made sure all the windows were locked again. I shut off all the lights. I could hear the man walking all around the house on the rock pavement from the driveway.

Ten minutes went by. I didn't hear him any more.

Then all of a sudden I heard him near the garage. I thought, what the heck is this guy doing?  I could just barely make out his white T-shirt in the darkness from all the surrounding trees.

I ran to the front door, looked around, quietly opened the door and grabbed the phone. I knew we were in trouble now. He never used the phone. I felt it was just a scam to get the phone away from us.

What was going on here? 

My heart was still beating so fast, I ran from window to window trying to see what this guy was doing.  

 I asked my Mom if she had ever used the shot gun?

She started laughing and said, "what shot gun"?

I said the one I got from the kitchen!

She said that's not a shot gun, silly, that's a Beebe gun!

 I was to terrified to laugh. I thought to myself, well. O.K. I know that, and she knows that, but hopefully, he doesn't know that!

 

I picked up the phone and persuaded My Mom to go with me into the bedroom walk in closet so we could call the police.  It was so quite I could hear the man walking around but I wondered if he could hear us as well. YES! It's that quite in the mountains!

I told her If I could hear the  mans footsteps so clearly, maybe he could hear us talking too?

I didn't want him to know the police were being called. I hoped they would catch him walking around the house.

It took the police 2 minutes to answer their phone!

 Two terrifying minutes!

The police officer on the line told us it would take them up to forty five minutes just to get to us.

I gave them the man's description as best I could and our address.

Then I went back and waited, listening and watching where this man might be. I could still hear him walking around outside. His every step gave him away.

It seemed like forever, but I could see the lights from the police car coming up the mountain from Highway 441.

Then I heard the man take off back up the road leading up the mountain.

I ran out to the police car as they pulled up and pointed which way he went.

They assured us they would patrol the area! They said not to worry but make sure everything was locked up!

 

The dreadful feeling I had had all night finally began to leave me.

I knew we were safe.

We both talked for a moment, and decided to just go back to bed.

My heart was still pounding. But I was exhausted as it was almost four a.m. in the morning.

 

I closed my eyes and began drifting slowly towards sleep. I could feel the adrenalin leaving me as I succumbed to sleep once again.

 

The next morning, as we both awoke, I should say late morning, somewhere around 11:30 a.m. my Mom put the news on.

They were reporting about the next couple mountains over from my Mom's. A woman and her two daughters had been beaten, raped and robbed.

 

I looked at my Mom and said that is exactly why I had such dreadful feelings all night last night. The report was exactly as ours. A man had come to the door claiming an emergency. Called  a pay phone and his friends showed to rob the house and work their plan.

 

I was so relieved we had recovered our phone and called the police.

I don't think the man at my door the night before felt as if he had control, so he never called for his friends that were waiting for his signal.  He gave up on us. Thank GOD!

 

Why do I share this story. TRUST your gut. At all cost. These people were targeting victims who had just lost a male loved one. They knew we might be alone. They knew we might have taken something to sleep better because of our grief, which gave them an advantage.

I share this to alert and educate you.

It was horrifying to live through, but the Spirit quickened me to be aware, and thank GOD I listened.

Perhaps it was my Mothers husband who alerted me to the impending doom awaiting us that night?

I'm just grateful I acted as I did.

 

 

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!