It has been days since the house blessing took place. This house has been fantastic. It's a perfect place for a family and grandchildren. It's just perfect! I'm not going to say that it hasn't done anything at all to try to get our attention. It just doesn't work that way. And I would be lying to you. If something happens. We do not give it any recognition. And we praise God out loud for all he has done for us. Eventually, the word of God will rid us of anything unclean. It just takes a bit of time. This didn't all happen overnight. So we can't expect it to leave overnight.
Now. You have come a long way with my family and me. Maybe it has entertained you. Perhaps it has scared you. Or perhaps you have used this as an educational tool. Either way. I want you like we did. To walk away from this with something positive. I will give you a few that I locked away in my heart.
God loves us unconditionally.
It doesn't matter if you pray regularly. If you sincerely call upon God. He will be there for you.
God is still working miracles.
Family is well worth fighting for.
Never give up. You are much stronger than you think.
It's OK to cry.
It's OK to look back. But keep your feet moving forward.
No matter what hardships you are facing in your life. You are not alone. Just ask God to walk with you.
I want to give my sincerest thank you to the entire team or CSRPRI. For three long years. They fought for us and with us.And now, through our experience. I hope our places on this team can lead us to help others that are living in a real Paranormal world.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
House Blessing
The morning of the house blessing, I was up pretty early. Being that I hadn't slept well. Not long after me, Marty got up and joined me for coffee. As we each sat at our computers. I decided to turn on our gospel song. Not long after the song started, I saw Marty tense up. I asked if the music was bothering him. And he said, "No." ( I thought maybe he just wasn't awake yet.) So I let it play a little longer. In the meantime, I was talking with Brandon Hudgens in my email. Brandon advised me to take Marty out of the house. So I did. I asked him to come out on the porch with me. In just a few minutes, he was laughing and smiling like himself. Seeing him like this. I hated having to even go back in that house. It just wasn't fair that It could do this to someone I love. But tonight we are ending it for good. So its time here is limited.
We met With Dennis Carroll at Townville to go over how the house blessing would be carried out. We knew better than to discuss this at home. As it is always listening. After speaking with Dennis, and hearing what he was going to do. I knew in my heart one of two things was about to happen. All hell was about to break open. Unlike anything, we had ever seen.Or, This thing was going to shrink back into the shadows and be gone for good.The waiting to see which it was going to be was hard. I prayed a lot that day. And clung to my faith in God.
When we initially planned this house blessing. We had agreed to allow a photographer and a reporter document the blessing. I had no clue just how awkward and uncomfortable that was going to be. She asked me a lot of personal questions that I wasn't going to answer. At the end of the day. This is still my neighborhood. With my family and friends. I want to keep it that way.
Dennis called us all inside to start the blessing. I felt like we were walking into battle. (We were) But we would be battling for our home, our land, our lives. Was I strong enough to do this? Dennis anointed each of us. And started to pray, He asked that we recite the lord's prayer with him.It started off quite. But as we prayed, our voices grew louder and more forceful. It was amazing. I knew God had come into my home. You could feel his presence walking among us.My tears began to flow.We were in the presence of God. There was nothing Dark anymore. Dennis continued to pray and bless our home. As I continued to cry and thank God for what he had done for us. It was over. The house was brighter. I could breathe again. It's over.
We met With Dennis Carroll at Townville to go over how the house blessing would be carried out. We knew better than to discuss this at home. As it is always listening. After speaking with Dennis, and hearing what he was going to do. I knew in my heart one of two things was about to happen. All hell was about to break open. Unlike anything, we had ever seen.Or, This thing was going to shrink back into the shadows and be gone for good.The waiting to see which it was going to be was hard. I prayed a lot that day. And clung to my faith in God.
When we initially planned this house blessing. We had agreed to allow a photographer and a reporter document the blessing. I had no clue just how awkward and uncomfortable that was going to be. She asked me a lot of personal questions that I wasn't going to answer. At the end of the day. This is still my neighborhood. With my family and friends. I want to keep it that way.
Dennis called us all inside to start the blessing. I felt like we were walking into battle. (We were) But we would be battling for our home, our land, our lives. Was I strong enough to do this? Dennis anointed each of us. And started to pray, He asked that we recite the lord's prayer with him.It started off quite. But as we prayed, our voices grew louder and more forceful. It was amazing. I knew God had come into my home. You could feel his presence walking among us.My tears began to flow.We were in the presence of God. There was nothing Dark anymore. Dennis continued to pray and bless our home. As I continued to cry and thank God for what he had done for us. It was over. The house was brighter. I could breathe again. It's over.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Bringing you up to date
I have missed a few posts here. So I am going to bring you up to date. And then go from there. We had our house, property and selves blessed again on Wednesday the 23rd. But before the blessing. The activity really mounted again. As if it knew what was coming as was frantically trying to stop it.
I think this is Monday night...
It was the typical night. Watch a bit of TV. Then go to bed. Around midnight, I didn't fully wake up. But I was in the worst pain I had ever felt. I was bringing this pain into my dream. In my dream, I was impaled on a wrought iron fence. It was dark. But the pain was unbearable. I was afraid to move. Then my neck was hurting. It was getting hard to breath...was there a tree branch around my neck? I had to find out. But it was too painful to move. Slowly I reach toward my neck while the pain between my legs is excruciating.I reach up and grab a hand. A hand?! I am awake now!! Marty is in bed beside me. Inside me. But he can't be causing this much pain! And he is chocking me. But yet, His shallow breathing tells me he is asleep. I start kicking and pushing him. He slowly wakes up. I am beyond furious! I get up and go to the bathroom to clean up from sex that I didn't have. Marty comes with me. Very confused. But yet, angry. Or should I say defensive? Because I am mad. We finish up in the bathroom and come into the kitchen. We are whispering, when Cari comes in and says, Are you guys OK? Marty and I assure her we are fine. She keeps looking at me like she knows something is up. Marty and I neither one slept the rest of the night.
Tuesday afternoon, We were all sitting outside enjoying coffee on the porch. I got up to go inside and get each of the dogs a piece of candy.(We buy them the peanut butter Halloween candy, that comes in the black and orange wrappers. It is basically souped up peanut butter. :) ) I open two pieces for each dog. That was about twelve wrappers. I opened them on the kitchen table. I then went back to the front door and handed them out to Marty, to be passed out.I then gathered all the wrappers, threw them away, washed the table off. And went back out to join the family. Some time had gone by when my grandson asked for a drink. I get up to go get it for him. As I step into the house, I Saw the first candy wrapper on the floor. Then, spaced about five to six inches apart are all the candy wrappers, leaving a nice trail to the trash can. At first sight of this wrapper trail, my heart leaped into my throat. But then I got angry. It hurts me to bend over so much. And now I had this mess to clean up. I finished then went back to my seat on the porch. I didn't say a word. What's the use? We all know something is in our home. The afternoon had given way to the evening as we enjoyed the fall weather. The air was getting just enough of a chill to it, that it was time to wrangle the grandson into the house and into the Bathtub. We are all standing at this point, gathering coffee cups and such.When one of our dogs starts screaming from the top of the yard. Screaming like something is hurting it. Marty and Chris race across the yard. The dog is fine. And upon shining a flashlight, there is nothing there. And nothing to be seen anywhere around. After we go into the house. We hear another dog screaming. Another race across the yard. Yields nothing again. Finally, all gets quite as we settle into our evening routines. Then from out of nowhere. All the inside dogs start to bark. It was loud and scared the crap out of me! It took some coaxing to get them to settle down. But finally, they did. Only to sit and tremble. Each dog acted as if they were freezing! They just sat, blank stare and shaking. This went on for the rest of the night. And really was quite creepy.
Wednesday morning. Everyone concluded they hadn't slept well the night before. And today is going to be a HUGE day. Our Paranormal team. Along with a news reporter and cameraman are coming to the house late this afternoon. To 'document" our case. And It's our son Chris's Birthday. What a day we have in store........
I think this is Monday night...
It was the typical night. Watch a bit of TV. Then go to bed. Around midnight, I didn't fully wake up. But I was in the worst pain I had ever felt. I was bringing this pain into my dream. In my dream, I was impaled on a wrought iron fence. It was dark. But the pain was unbearable. I was afraid to move. Then my neck was hurting. It was getting hard to breath...was there a tree branch around my neck? I had to find out. But it was too painful to move. Slowly I reach toward my neck while the pain between my legs is excruciating.I reach up and grab a hand. A hand?! I am awake now!! Marty is in bed beside me. Inside me. But he can't be causing this much pain! And he is chocking me. But yet, His shallow breathing tells me he is asleep. I start kicking and pushing him. He slowly wakes up. I am beyond furious! I get up and go to the bathroom to clean up from sex that I didn't have. Marty comes with me. Very confused. But yet, angry. Or should I say defensive? Because I am mad. We finish up in the bathroom and come into the kitchen. We are whispering, when Cari comes in and says, Are you guys OK? Marty and I assure her we are fine. She keeps looking at me like she knows something is up. Marty and I neither one slept the rest of the night.
Tuesday afternoon, We were all sitting outside enjoying coffee on the porch. I got up to go inside and get each of the dogs a piece of candy.(We buy them the peanut butter Halloween candy, that comes in the black and orange wrappers. It is basically souped up peanut butter. :) ) I open two pieces for each dog. That was about twelve wrappers. I opened them on the kitchen table. I then went back to the front door and handed them out to Marty, to be passed out.I then gathered all the wrappers, threw them away, washed the table off. And went back out to join the family. Some time had gone by when my grandson asked for a drink. I get up to go get it for him. As I step into the house, I Saw the first candy wrapper on the floor. Then, spaced about five to six inches apart are all the candy wrappers, leaving a nice trail to the trash can. At first sight of this wrapper trail, my heart leaped into my throat. But then I got angry. It hurts me to bend over so much. And now I had this mess to clean up. I finished then went back to my seat on the porch. I didn't say a word. What's the use? We all know something is in our home. The afternoon had given way to the evening as we enjoyed the fall weather. The air was getting just enough of a chill to it, that it was time to wrangle the grandson into the house and into the Bathtub. We are all standing at this point, gathering coffee cups and such.When one of our dogs starts screaming from the top of the yard. Screaming like something is hurting it. Marty and Chris race across the yard. The dog is fine. And upon shining a flashlight, there is nothing there. And nothing to be seen anywhere around. After we go into the house. We hear another dog screaming. Another race across the yard. Yields nothing again. Finally, all gets quite as we settle into our evening routines. Then from out of nowhere. All the inside dogs start to bark. It was loud and scared the crap out of me! It took some coaxing to get them to settle down. But finally, they did. Only to sit and tremble. Each dog acted as if they were freezing! They just sat, blank stare and shaking. This went on for the rest of the night. And really was quite creepy.
Wednesday morning. Everyone concluded they hadn't slept well the night before. And today is going to be a HUGE day. Our Paranormal team. Along with a news reporter and cameraman are coming to the house late this afternoon. To 'document" our case. And It's our son Chris's Birthday. What a day we have in store........
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
I'm Tired
It has taken me a few days to decide if I wanted to update this Blog or not. The reason being. If I update with whats going on now. Does that admit failure? I made a promise a few years back to keep this Blog updated and truthful. So that is just what I'm going to do. My readers deserve that.
I see that my last post was on August 14th. So let me back up a bit for you.
Cari and I had been blessing the house, and playing gospel music from time to time. Things were really getting better. We were all sleeping better. A few of us had even seized the opportunity to be home alone. And everything was just fine. Each day that passed was getting better and better. We were getting a taste of having a healthy home life.Along with the joy of gaining our house back. We got an unexpected surprise. Cari gave birth Sept 2 to a beautiful baby girl. This baby was an unexpected gift.No one knew she was coming! Not even Cari. LOL! So we were all shocked when a trip to the ER to get pain medication for a kidney stone. Resulted in the birth of our granddaughter.But we were entirely thrilled to have this new addition to the family. Even through all the joy this new little one brought. I couldn't help but wonder how this was going to impact the atmosphere in the house.After all, the birth of a baby was what set things in motion for us last time.I pushed this thought to the back of my mind.And tried to forget about it.
We were getting things ready for the new baby to come home when Marty asked me what I thought this was going to do to the house.I told him I had been trying not to think about that too much. That maybe since things were better, we would have no problems. So we didn't talk about it again.A few weeks went by, and the new baby was settling in just fine. It looked like we had won. It was over.Now the grandchildren would grow up happy and healthy with nothing to fear.I felt so very blessed.The family was all out on the front porch one evening, enjoying the colder fall weather. When Chris said, "Honey, the baby is crying." So Cari gets up and goes to check on her. She comes back outside and says, "It wasn't her. She is sound asleep." Marty looked over at me. I pushed the thought from my mind as quickly as it entered. Days went by without too much happening. Until Marty and Cari both heard a baby cry. Upon checking, our little girl would be sound asleep. I could push this away, as I have yet to hear it.
Cari came to me a few times and asked that I stop moving furniture at all hours of the night. That was code for letting me hear what had happened without having to discuss it in the house. So that is the way it would be for the next few days."Cari, would you please stop calling my name?" "Marty, would you please not walk up and down the hall half the night?". On and On it went. We would let the others know what was happening, without talking about it.
Last week Marty walked into our bedroom and came right back out quicker than he had walked in. He was white as a sheet. He looks right at me, and says,"I just watched the cover move across the bed!" I could see on his face that this had rocked him to the core. It had been unexpected. My worst fears were now being realized. Our Grandson has also begun to miss behave in ways he never did before. Like hitting the dogs.Chasing the dogs. Throwing dirt in their eyes. And trying to run over them. He has had countless spankings. To no avail. Last night, Marty and I were standing in the kitchen talking. We heard Cari's cigarette lighter strike. We both look over to speak to her. There is no one but Marty and me in the room.
Today, I had been working on some Christmas graphics. My back was getting tired of sitting at the computer. So I thought, just as soon as I got caught up, I would see if Cari wanted to take a break. As I was putting the finishing touches on my work. I heard Cari walk into. She was about six feet behind me at this point. She picked up her coffee cup, took a sip and placed it back on the table. Just as she lit her cigarette, I turned to ask her. And there was no one else in the room....................Would you believe me, if I said.....I'm tired? I'm to the very core of my being, tired.
I see that my last post was on August 14th. So let me back up a bit for you.
Cari and I had been blessing the house, and playing gospel music from time to time. Things were really getting better. We were all sleeping better. A few of us had even seized the opportunity to be home alone. And everything was just fine. Each day that passed was getting better and better. We were getting a taste of having a healthy home life.Along with the joy of gaining our house back. We got an unexpected surprise. Cari gave birth Sept 2 to a beautiful baby girl. This baby was an unexpected gift.No one knew she was coming! Not even Cari. LOL! So we were all shocked when a trip to the ER to get pain medication for a kidney stone. Resulted in the birth of our granddaughter.But we were entirely thrilled to have this new addition to the family. Even through all the joy this new little one brought. I couldn't help but wonder how this was going to impact the atmosphere in the house.After all, the birth of a baby was what set things in motion for us last time.I pushed this thought to the back of my mind.And tried to forget about it.
We were getting things ready for the new baby to come home when Marty asked me what I thought this was going to do to the house.I told him I had been trying not to think about that too much. That maybe since things were better, we would have no problems. So we didn't talk about it again.A few weeks went by, and the new baby was settling in just fine. It looked like we had won. It was over.Now the grandchildren would grow up happy and healthy with nothing to fear.I felt so very blessed.The family was all out on the front porch one evening, enjoying the colder fall weather. When Chris said, "Honey, the baby is crying." So Cari gets up and goes to check on her. She comes back outside and says, "It wasn't her. She is sound asleep." Marty looked over at me. I pushed the thought from my mind as quickly as it entered. Days went by without too much happening. Until Marty and Cari both heard a baby cry. Upon checking, our little girl would be sound asleep. I could push this away, as I have yet to hear it.
Cari came to me a few times and asked that I stop moving furniture at all hours of the night. That was code for letting me hear what had happened without having to discuss it in the house. So that is the way it would be for the next few days."Cari, would you please stop calling my name?" "Marty, would you please not walk up and down the hall half the night?". On and On it went. We would let the others know what was happening, without talking about it.
Last week Marty walked into our bedroom and came right back out quicker than he had walked in. He was white as a sheet. He looks right at me, and says,"I just watched the cover move across the bed!" I could see on his face that this had rocked him to the core. It had been unexpected. My worst fears were now being realized. Our Grandson has also begun to miss behave in ways he never did before. Like hitting the dogs.Chasing the dogs. Throwing dirt in their eyes. And trying to run over them. He has had countless spankings. To no avail. Last night, Marty and I were standing in the kitchen talking. We heard Cari's cigarette lighter strike. We both look over to speak to her. There is no one but Marty and me in the room.
Today, I had been working on some Christmas graphics. My back was getting tired of sitting at the computer. So I thought, just as soon as I got caught up, I would see if Cari wanted to take a break. As I was putting the finishing touches on my work. I heard Cari walk into. She was about six feet behind me at this point. She picked up her coffee cup, took a sip and placed it back on the table. Just as she lit her cigarette, I turned to ask her. And there was no one else in the room....................Would you believe me, if I said.....I'm tired? I'm to the very core of my being, tired.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
The beginning of the end.......
It took me a few days to get my head on straight, to be able to post about the latest happenings. This part has scared me into some action. (More on that later.)
As you know. Everyone in my home has come down with different symptoms. And all four of us had had to go see Dr.'s (Marty had a kidney stone. Chris sank into a deep depression, Cari has been having issues with her stomach.And I have a severe sinus infection)
Saturday was when I made my last post. And Saturday night was when I reach my breaking point. I have spoken about all of us being sick. Well, Sat night was the sickest I have been in my 46 years of life. I lay here to sick to move my head from the pillow. And I never knew my DIL was on the other end of the house going through her own hell that same night. I remember laying there in bed, too sick to move.I looked up at the clock, It was around three am. I started to pray. I felt with everything in me, that I wouldn't make it through the night. I prayed with every fiber of my soul. I must have dozed off when I woke the sun was shining. But I could barely get out of bed. I was so very sick. I made it to the kitchen. And Marty still so ill himself, made us Coffee. As Chris and Cari entered the kitchen, you could just see it in there faces. They had become shells of themselves. As we all talked, I found out that Cari had the same thoughts I had, She didn't think she would make it through the night. I felt in my heart it was about to take one of us. I got up and turned every TV on in the house to preaching, rather loudly. I felt the power of god overtake my home till it brought tears to my eyes. It was like fresh air after the rain. I knew then that we were going to be OK.
Tomorrow, Cari and I will throw open the windows to this house and bless it inside out. We are two women that are claiming our home, our families and our lives back. If I have to do this every week for the rest of my life. So be it. I'm done with this thing. It's on its way out. NEVER TO RETURN
As you know. Everyone in my home has come down with different symptoms. And all four of us had had to go see Dr.'s (Marty had a kidney stone. Chris sank into a deep depression, Cari has been having issues with her stomach.And I have a severe sinus infection)
Saturday was when I made my last post. And Saturday night was when I reach my breaking point. I have spoken about all of us being sick. Well, Sat night was the sickest I have been in my 46 years of life. I lay here to sick to move my head from the pillow. And I never knew my DIL was on the other end of the house going through her own hell that same night. I remember laying there in bed, too sick to move.I looked up at the clock, It was around three am. I started to pray. I felt with everything in me, that I wouldn't make it through the night. I prayed with every fiber of my soul. I must have dozed off when I woke the sun was shining. But I could barely get out of bed. I was so very sick. I made it to the kitchen. And Marty still so ill himself, made us Coffee. As Chris and Cari entered the kitchen, you could just see it in there faces. They had become shells of themselves. As we all talked, I found out that Cari had the same thoughts I had, She didn't think she would make it through the night. I felt in my heart it was about to take one of us. I got up and turned every TV on in the house to preaching, rather loudly. I felt the power of god overtake my home till it brought tears to my eyes. It was like fresh air after the rain. I knew then that we were going to be OK.
Tomorrow, Cari and I will throw open the windows to this house and bless it inside out. We are two women that are claiming our home, our families and our lives back. If I have to do this every week for the rest of my life. So be it. I'm done with this thing. It's on its way out. NEVER TO RETURN
Saturday, August 10, 2013
And the tide is coming in
We have noticed over time that most of the activity comes in waves. So now the tide is rolling in again.....
Once again, Lacie (The Pit Bull) is hell-bent on not staying in her room. We are talking about a very overweight female here, that hates the hot weather. And all of a sudden, she no longer wants to be in her comfy air conditioned room. It took us a few days to realize this was happening again. But Marty took the holy water and blessed her room. Once again she is happy as can be staying in there. And only scratches on her door about three times a day to be let outside. Before the blessing, she scratched her door and cried around the clock. Poor Baby.
A few days ago, Marty had gotten sick with a kidney stone. It was pretty early in the morning. And the kids were still in bed. I was helping Marty get back in the bed and adjusting a fan to blow on him, as he was feeling nauseous. About the time I turned the fan on. A knock began on the kitchen table. Very slowly at first. " Marty, this table is knocking" I'm looking over my shoulder at the kitchen table. I look back at Marty, he didn't hear me. He is trying to get into the bed as best he can being in such pain.The knocking is getting steadily faster as I try to adjust this pedestal fan.I look back at the table just in time to see it rise about two inches and slam to the floor! I jump into the bedroom past the fan! I look over at Marty. He has his back to me. My heart is racing, and I am terrified to leave the room. But Marty is just to sick to deal with this. So I swallow my terror and ask him if he needs anything. I adjust the fan and leave the room. The table is all quite now.
Yesterday Marty and I watched as a package of dinner napkins flew from the top of the refrigerator and landed in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Last night, Chris called us all into the living room where he with a broken foot is surrounded by a freezing air and foul odor. We then and there join hands and say the lord's prayer. Cari and I felt this air rush between us just as we began to pray out loud. The cold and the smell were then gone.
Today, my young grandson was shoved very very hard to the floor. An open area where there was absolutely nothing around him that he could have tripped on. We all knew he was shoved the moment it happened.
And since Thursday, I have been the absolute sickest I have ever been in my entire life.Most of my time has had to be spent in my bed. And even with the latest antibiotics, I show no signs of getting any better........The tide rolls in again.
Once again, Lacie (The Pit Bull) is hell-bent on not staying in her room. We are talking about a very overweight female here, that hates the hot weather. And all of a sudden, she no longer wants to be in her comfy air conditioned room. It took us a few days to realize this was happening again. But Marty took the holy water and blessed her room. Once again she is happy as can be staying in there. And only scratches on her door about three times a day to be let outside. Before the blessing, she scratched her door and cried around the clock. Poor Baby.
A few days ago, Marty had gotten sick with a kidney stone. It was pretty early in the morning. And the kids were still in bed. I was helping Marty get back in the bed and adjusting a fan to blow on him, as he was feeling nauseous. About the time I turned the fan on. A knock began on the kitchen table. Very slowly at first. " Marty, this table is knocking" I'm looking over my shoulder at the kitchen table. I look back at Marty, he didn't hear me. He is trying to get into the bed as best he can being in such pain.The knocking is getting steadily faster as I try to adjust this pedestal fan.I look back at the table just in time to see it rise about two inches and slam to the floor! I jump into the bedroom past the fan! I look over at Marty. He has his back to me. My heart is racing, and I am terrified to leave the room. But Marty is just to sick to deal with this. So I swallow my terror and ask him if he needs anything. I adjust the fan and leave the room. The table is all quite now.
Yesterday Marty and I watched as a package of dinner napkins flew from the top of the refrigerator and landed in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Last night, Chris called us all into the living room where he with a broken foot is surrounded by a freezing air and foul odor. We then and there join hands and say the lord's prayer. Cari and I felt this air rush between us just as we began to pray out loud. The cold and the smell were then gone.
Today, my young grandson was shoved very very hard to the floor. An open area where there was absolutely nothing around him that he could have tripped on. We all knew he was shoved the moment it happened.
And since Thursday, I have been the absolute sickest I have ever been in my entire life.Most of my time has had to be spent in my bed. And even with the latest antibiotics, I show no signs of getting any better........The tide rolls in again.
Saturday, July 27, 2013
The Radios
We have still been hearing the footsteps in the hall. And the occasional out of place voice.
Marty was getting ready to go for a walk. Which he does from time to time as we have 21 acres of densely wooded property. He got out the two walkie-talkies and turned them on, handing me one. (We do this in case I need him while he is on the lower part of our property.)He then picked up a camera, and we talked for a minute before he left.After he was gone about five minutes, the walkie-Talkie went off with a static female voice.You couldn't make out what it said. But my blood went cold. It was my voice.Marty responded with, "What did you say.?"Cari and I just looked at each other. Marty had thought that was me. The static voice once more tried to speak. And again we couldn't make out what was said.I grabbed mine up and keyed my mic. I said, "Baby, that's not me."Then my radio went silent. Absolutely no battery left. Cari and I just looked at each other. Like, what just happened? I guess three minutes passed and Marty came back in the back door. "What did you need?, My radio just died." WHAT?! After talking with him. We found out that he never got my response of, "Baby, that's not me."His radio just died, Exactly like mine had. Well, we decided to take all the batteries out of the radios and put them in the charger. So once again, he left. This time taking the cell phone.Not five minutes after he left, one of the radios tried to key the mic............with the batteries in the charger. Cari looked at me and said,"Make sure those mofo's are OFF." After checking all four. None had been left on.
But what happened yesterday, kind of shook me.
Now I know this is a radio frequency, and other things can be picked up.Cell phones, scanners, ham radios and such. But not with my voice. Everything else can be explained all you like. But three of us know that was my voice that came over that radio yesterday.And I wasn't talking.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Footsteps
This is just a quick update. But it was something relatively new to me.
My daughter in law has been telling me for years that she hears footsteps at night. Their bedroom is at the end of the hall, and she hears these footsteps in the hallway. Well, I have never had the opportunity to experience this, until the other night.Marty and I were getting ready for bed. We always go to bed before the kids. So we were doing our nightly routines. I head for the potty, then Marty shows up to use the potty also. I heard Marty coming down the hall, as I do every night at this time. He came on into the bathroom with me. Then we listened to our son Chris, hurry down the hall into their room, then back up the hallway to the living room. Chris is a rather tall guy. And you could tell by the footfalls that he had a big stride.We had just finished up in the bathroom and went into the living room to say goodnight to the kids. I expected to see Chris just sitting back down.But to my surprise, he was sitting. I asked if he had just been down the hall. He says, "no." Marty and I just glance at each other and leave it at that. After we got into our bedroom, I asked Marty if he had heard Chris hurry down the hall while we were in the bathroom.He too listened to the exact same thing.As usual, we just let it go and go to bed. I mean, what else can you do?
My daughter in law has been telling me for years that she hears footsteps at night. Their bedroom is at the end of the hall, and she hears these footsteps in the hallway. Well, I have never had the opportunity to experience this, until the other night.Marty and I were getting ready for bed. We always go to bed before the kids. So we were doing our nightly routines. I head for the potty, then Marty shows up to use the potty also. I heard Marty coming down the hall, as I do every night at this time. He came on into the bathroom with me. Then we listened to our son Chris, hurry down the hall into their room, then back up the hallway to the living room. Chris is a rather tall guy. And you could tell by the footfalls that he had a big stride.We had just finished up in the bathroom and went into the living room to say goodnight to the kids. I expected to see Chris just sitting back down.But to my surprise, he was sitting. I asked if he had just been down the hall. He says, "no." Marty and I just glance at each other and leave it at that. After we got into our bedroom, I asked Marty if he had heard Chris hurry down the hall while we were in the bathroom.He too listened to the exact same thing.As usual, we just let it go and go to bed. I mean, what else can you do?
Monday, May 27, 2013
Our Black Friday
Last week, the guys were off work all week. So we spent the whole week doing things as a family.I can't remember when we have had so much fun. It was just like all was right with the world.And for once in a very long time. I felt perfect peace and contentment within myself. We were all together, and nothing would ever change that........until Friday. Friday, was the day that we had to drop Chris off. For some reason, I really had a hard time with it. And my poor DIL was just coming unglued. When we arrived home that evening. You could feel the heaviness when we all walked in. I knew the presence was there.You could almost smell it.
That night, Marty was up numerous time to chase unfound noises.While I slept, I was plagued with nightmares. The next morning didn't dawn bright and happy. More like dreary and impending. Marty and I were discussing the night over coffee. I stood up to go over and turn the AC down. Just as I stood, a baby gate in the hallway toppled over. Like something had tried to rush out of the room before it was seen. Marty and I knew how strange this was. But we let it go. Later my grandson's toys played by themselves just as I started to walk down the hall. This time it was me and my DIL in the house. My grandson was sound asleep.We listened to the eerie toy sounds without speaking. I felt that familiar chill go up my spine. But I continued to walk down the hall. Just as I got right outside my grandson's room, they stopped. My DIL went in to see about him, and he was sound asleep.
Sunday seemed to be uneventful
That night, Marty was up numerous time to chase unfound noises.While I slept, I was plagued with nightmares. The next morning didn't dawn bright and happy. More like dreary and impending. Marty and I were discussing the night over coffee. I stood up to go over and turn the AC down. Just as I stood, a baby gate in the hallway toppled over. Like something had tried to rush out of the room before it was seen. Marty and I knew how strange this was. But we let it go. Later my grandson's toys played by themselves just as I started to walk down the hall. This time it was me and my DIL in the house. My grandson was sound asleep.We listened to the eerie toy sounds without speaking. I felt that familiar chill go up my spine. But I continued to walk down the hall. Just as I got right outside my grandson's room, they stopped. My DIL went in to see about him, and he was sound asleep.
Sunday seemed to be uneventful
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Rock Bottom
It's taken me a while to decide if I even wanted to post this or not. It is more on the personal side. And I'm not sure I am ready to give out that much personal information on my family. But here it goes, I will try to tell what has happened, while still maintaining some privacy for the people involved.
Last Friday My husband Marty and I, along with our DIL, went to buy groceries. Our Son Chris stayed home to watch his son. I guess we were gone about an hour and a half. When we pull up in the yard, I see that Chris is outside playing with his son. Not so unusual. But it was a bit chilly to be playing outside that day.The three of us unload the groceries from the car. I walk past Chris on my way inside and speak to him. I noticed when he responded that something was wrong. (A mother can always read her child.) As I walk into my sunroom, I can feel a heaviness.And the room felt way to warm.( Sort of like when you have too many people in a place at a family function.) So as soon as I could turn loose from putting away groceries, I went back out to talk to him. I asked what had happened. He looks at me and says,"It's that thing in the house." I said What?, What happened? Then he tells me how an overwhelming depression all but devoured him.And He felt he had to get his son and get out of the house. And I have never heard him say this before. But he said he was not going back in there. So I go inside, find the holy water, and the binding prayer Dennis gave us. I hand this over to Marty. He goes room to room praying.Once back in the sunroom we both put our hands on the bible and recite the lord's prayer. You could feel the air getting lighter around you. I then took my son next door to my mom's house. I had her anoint and pray for him. He said, after the prayer. He felt so much better.
Then we came home together, came inside, and the house felt so good! It was light and airy and just a happy place to be. That lasted all weekend.
Then Tuesday, the guys were at work. My DIL and I were working on our computers. The house was very quiet. Out of the blue, we hear the worst growl have ever heard in my life. Not entirely animal, not entirely human. But it came from somewhere behind us. My blood went cold. I quickly turned around. I could tell she had just heard it too.We tried to ignore it the best we could and went back to work. A while later, I went to clean up in the bathroom. The whole time I was in there, I just felt I wasn't alone. I looked twice to see if my daughter in law was standing in the doorway. Now, this is broad daylight mind you. But I just couldn't get out of there fast enough.
We have now planned another house blessing.I feel that we really have to get this thing gone soon.
Just now, my grandson was hiding under the blankets in his bed terrified.Apparently, he saw a man in his room. I want the house thoroughly blessed before we get him moved into his own room.
Last Friday My husband Marty and I, along with our DIL, went to buy groceries. Our Son Chris stayed home to watch his son. I guess we were gone about an hour and a half. When we pull up in the yard, I see that Chris is outside playing with his son. Not so unusual. But it was a bit chilly to be playing outside that day.The three of us unload the groceries from the car. I walk past Chris on my way inside and speak to him. I noticed when he responded that something was wrong. (A mother can always read her child.) As I walk into my sunroom, I can feel a heaviness.And the room felt way to warm.( Sort of like when you have too many people in a place at a family function.) So as soon as I could turn loose from putting away groceries, I went back out to talk to him. I asked what had happened. He looks at me and says,"It's that thing in the house." I said What?, What happened? Then he tells me how an overwhelming depression all but devoured him.And He felt he had to get his son and get out of the house. And I have never heard him say this before. But he said he was not going back in there. So I go inside, find the holy water, and the binding prayer Dennis gave us. I hand this over to Marty. He goes room to room praying.Once back in the sunroom we both put our hands on the bible and recite the lord's prayer. You could feel the air getting lighter around you. I then took my son next door to my mom's house. I had her anoint and pray for him. He said, after the prayer. He felt so much better.
Then we came home together, came inside, and the house felt so good! It was light and airy and just a happy place to be. That lasted all weekend.
Then Tuesday, the guys were at work. My DIL and I were working on our computers. The house was very quiet. Out of the blue, we hear the worst growl have ever heard in my life. Not entirely animal, not entirely human. But it came from somewhere behind us. My blood went cold. I quickly turned around. I could tell she had just heard it too.We tried to ignore it the best we could and went back to work. A while later, I went to clean up in the bathroom. The whole time I was in there, I just felt I wasn't alone. I looked twice to see if my daughter in law was standing in the doorway. Now, this is broad daylight mind you. But I just couldn't get out of there fast enough.
We have now planned another house blessing.I feel that we really have to get this thing gone soon.
Just now, my grandson was hiding under the blankets in his bed terrified.Apparently, he saw a man in his room. I want the house thoroughly blessed before we get him moved into his own room.
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