Part 2 – Walking into Haunted Homes – Is it all true Series — # 441

 

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Once that door slammed shut and I knew I didn’t do it, my legs pretty much tried to outrun me and get through the front door of the house.  For a minute there, I thought I was in a bad dream because I felt like I couldn’t keep up with myself. It did a number on my self confidence and I was even more terrified of that room than ever before. Kelly thought it odd that the door slammed shut since the windows were closed (It was Fall by this time) and there was no draft.

He walked into the room and felt how cold it was and to this day I believe he saw something in there because it wasn’t too long after that …  we moved! I’m talking maybe two weeks.

I did find it funny that he didn’t want to talk about that room. After his little visit, the room was off limits which included conversations. The day we left I felt a ton of bricks had been lifted off my shoulders. Kelly put his foot on the gas and we never looked back.

After many years, I have wondered why I felt I couldn’t deal with that spirit or whatever was in that room. I had seen spirits most of my childhood and I found an odd comfort with them, pretty much acquiescing to them being a fact of life for me. But I will tell you this, I did feel that whatever was in that room, at times was trying to high-jack my body. I was obviously too young and in the early stages of my apprenticeship into the Medicine Way. I don’t think I could have come out of that situation unscathed. I shudder to think what could have happened if I had tried to take it on.

Kelly being a Medicine man walked away from that situation because something unnatural and dark happened at that house and it was not our battle to fight. Fighting unknown entities without full knowledge of circumstances can be deadly and life threatening for all involved. Sometimes being a good Medicine man or woman is to realize that you don’t have to take on everything undesirable that comes your way.

One thing I did sense back then and to this day would state as fact, is that a Ouija board was used in that house. They are the unveiling and invitation to dark and unforgiving spirits and once these undesirables are invited in, they never leave even if the house sells or like in our case, is for rent. People unfortunately do stupid things when loved ones die and the most undesirable example of this is the Ouija board.

This was a great lesson that I learned at a young age, never walk into a home that doesn’t feel right. If it can’t be helped or put off, keep your guard up and call your angels and guardians to come and surround you. Focus on the strength of your convictions and become as resolute as your protection. Doubt and fear is the two things that come between people and their faith. Becoming a warrior not only for yourself but for humanity, is knowing that your armor is impenetrable.

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I can become my own haunted story if I’m not careful. This means that a day can’t go by without me acknowledging the help that I get from so many Divine Beings, ghostly friends and hairy Cryptids. Sometimes as I get older it’s nice to see the friends I’ve made along the way even if they are for my eyes only.

As I look back, I sure wish Loekey, my Sasquatch friend would have been with me that fateful day so many years ago when I went into that bedroom. Maybe it wasn’t my fight but as Dimensional Beings go, Loekey would have made sure the outcome would have been in my favor.  Now, this doesn’t mean I push my luck, but I sure do smile knowing who has my back.

Rainbow

Haunted Houses- Walking into another world —-Is it was True Series #440

 

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A while back I received a phone call from a woman who thought she had a poltergeist in her house. I listened to her talk about doors slamming, shadow people walking about and things being moved or disappearing. It affected one child but the rest of the family didn’t seem to be bothered by the activity. This made me think, “Why would a few members of the family be affected but not the rest?”

It seems that the activity followed this woman from one house to another. When I hear this happens, it’s clear to me that either, a person is the one being haunted and not the house or that they are Empathic which opens them up to spirits in and around the house itself.

As I was listening to this woman talk, a few things came to my attention. First, she was laughing about some of the experiences which made me wonder if it was just her way of dealing with stress or did she know something she wasn’t telling me? After about 20 more minutes on the phone, I realized that this woman not only had a secret but I was able to figure out what it was by a few things she said. She said she had a friend who dabbled in the occult. (Lightbulb moment) It came in loud and clear to me that she was had done some sessions with this woman. If you play with Ouija boards, do séances or play with magic spells, the outcome will likely come back and bite you in the booty or as in this case, slam doors and become a daily menace.

Interestingly enough, it was almost as if two voices were speaking through her to me at once, one pleasant and the other a bit darker. I knew at that moment, going to her house was out of the question.

Funny though, as if on cue, she urgently asked to me to come to her house that same day, stating that it was imperative that I help her out. I not only saw a set up but sensed it, but not from this woman, from whatever dark energy was controlling her and her environment. Sometimes, we have to say no to unsafe and undesirable situations.

Being an Empath has its advantages but it can also be a double edged sword especially when our guard is down or as in my case so many years ago, I was naive and green between the ears.

Years back when I was in my early twenties, I rented a house with my ex-husband in Arizona. I can’t quite remember if it was in Flagstaff or Williams but it was large, by a river with lovely views. It only had one problem; there was a bedroom that faced the hallway next to the master bedroom that was strangely odd, foreboding and terrifying. The owner, who was a famous writer and dietitian, was leaving to go abroad. He made a comment about the ominous room which made my skin and hair stand on end. He said, “Don’t go into that bedroom. It’s not welcoming and I don’t think you’ll feel comfortable in it.”

Come to find out, he lost two loved ones in the house. First, his wife and the other I believe was a son. I could only gather from this information that the infamous bedroom was his sons. From the day we moved in, I found it very hard to be anywhere near that bedroom. For instance, at night I would usually wake up to use the bathroom. I would lie in bed and try to get up enough courage to cross the hallway into the bathroom. I had to pass the doorway to “that” bedroom and found that every fiber in my being was yelling at me to stay in bed. My bladder on the other hand was screaming for me to hurry up and pee. What’s a girl to do?

Well … I would smack, roll over or talk loudly to wake up my ex and act like it was an accident. I knew that if he was awake than at least if anything grabbed me, he would be awake to rescue me. It wasn’t fun for him but I at least could make a run for the bathroom, peeing in record time.

Daytime didn’t make things any better. You know those stories on TV about the haunted house being dark even with all the windows open and the blinds up; well this house was exactly like that. The hallway leading to the scary door would always seem longer than it was. I couldn’t be in the house by myself and before long my ex got so exacerbated at me that he told me I had to finally face my fears.

With a knowing and long sigh, I slowly walked down the extremely long hallway with the floor somehow becoming uneven and moving, making me really dizzy besides that upchuck feeling like I was going to puke my brains out.  The door was ominous and as I reached for the handle, it felt extremely cold to the touch, almost like I had grabbed on to an ice cube. The door creaked open and a gust of wind hit me, making me feel like I was in the North Pole. I can’t really explain it; it was like I passed beyond the veil into another world void of emotion, empty, dark  and cold. Did I mention I could see my breath? The more I saw my breath, the more I felt like something was sucking the air out of me like a cinched up corset, way too tight. I felt eyes peering down on me from the moment I walked in. I knew that whoever was waiting and watching was going to pounce on me any second. The fight or flight feeling hit me like a ton of bricks and I flew out of there so fast that I didn’t even bother to close the door. But that didn’t matter because within seconds of me running out of the room,the door slammed shut behind me.

Rainbow

 

To be continued …

ARCHANGELS, FALLEN ONES AND THE DARK AGENDA Part 2- Is it all True Series #380

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Part 2
What would be the ultimate gain for any entity visiting this planet? Think about it, a visitor’s frequency wouldn’t last long or be capable of enduring the earth’s dominant resonance. Figuring out how to stay here for long periods of time would be the ultimate goal and since most of humanity isn’t worried about being a target, the dark agenda could hover, waiting without the concern of being found out. If humanity isn’t looking for a problem, they won’t see it coming until it’s too late. This is the underlining ulterior motive for such entities because a surprise attack coming out of the blue, usually works the best.

I have often wondered about the Archangels and the role they play in our lives. Are they figments of the imagination, written as a hope for humanity or have people really seen them through out history. I ask this question not out of jest but more for contemplative reasons. Personally, I can attest I have seen Archangel Michael not once but three times as an adult. I wasn’t near death or having an out of body experience. I wasn’t on drugs, or hallucinating, it was three times in my life where I had to make a choice. As a child I believe he came to me but I’m not sure how many times or the circumstances.

Archangel Michael has a different aura about him, he doesn’t allow for second guessing, he comes with a mission and then leaves without a second glance. To me, it was never a, did I really just see him kind of thing; it was sitting back and wondering why he took the time to visit me.

I thought he would be accompanied by more pomp and circumstance but that obviously is for humans, and our desire to one up our importance from each other. I saw his sword, the look in his eyes that didn’t always seem friendly but overtly stern. There was one thing about him that will always stay with me, as much as he was to the point of his mission, he always brought the essence, that smell of Heaven, the all encompassing hope that my soul recognized immediately. I think this is how people can tell the difference between negative entities, demons or Angels. It’s the soul recognition that tells us who is who. If people are disconnected from their souls, how can they possibly know what lurks or stands before them. I have to say, for the hell and damnation types to automatically call anything that shows itself to them or anybody else, a demon, is just about as ridiculous as it sounds. People who live in fear quickly point fingers and assume so much based on their disconnect from themselves and God.

Below the light, the darkness hides and when it comes out, it is because it is invited by those who claim it as their creed, the decadence of their soul that brands them for eternity. These humans are the ones that play with fire and sometimes get consumed by it but the important and necessary message here is because such humans partake in the dark realm rituals, the portals are constantly open and the hovering observers gain entry without having to cross the earth’s borders in disguise. The dark agenda welcomes these entities or demons or whoever else chooses to make their presence known. This is humanities greatest battle because it’s not just good versus evil or light versus dark but tangible entities and demons who take no prisoners and truly seem to devour the soul, claiming it as theirs.

Are demons really so angry at our creation? How many stories are there in religious books about the fallen angels or the Nephilim that state that they rebelled against God because of us? Scholars and theologians write about this ancient war regarding human beings based on our creation by God, and being made in his image. Why would the fallen angels become so jealous and what changed their view on God, thus judging humans so harshly? Are we being told the whole story? If not, where is the rest of the story?
What if humanity could read minds, foresee the impulses of dysfunctional people, whisper in people’s heads the answers to their problems, and find solutions for every environmental problem humankind could ever face? If so, would such entities or demons bother coming here? Would the Angels have an easier time guiding us and would we see them more often than not? Isn’t this really becoming more of our reality then we think? The problem arises based on, if we are gaining a strong foothold on reality by ourselves as a species or if something else is manipulating our existence. Can we ever be a step ahead of the dark agenda?

The dark agenda plays all hands and reads all cards. As humans we can have the upper hand based on just one thing, the ascension of our soul. All we really need to do is reconnect with our higher source, the divinity within. By doing this, we would understand antiquated time, even into the earth’s primordial beginnings. This would be a great advantage when fighting such an archaic entity because if humans can remember time as it was recorded on this planet, we would see how the games were played and understand the dark agenda’s strategy. Humanity would have the upper hand and the ill-fated disappearances of children and their perverse rituals of death, would no longer be the blemish and disgrace of our reality. Innocence is the purest form of God which makes it such an appealing target. The worst and most evil message sent to human kind, is taking the life of innocence and placing the blame on the shoulders of divinity because of a begrudging vendetta.

We have to think about the corrupted souls walking amongst us. A friendly smile, pleasant conversation and the appearance of decency is a preferred cover for darkness. The phrase, “Don’t judge a book by its cover,” can have a very complicated and confusing meaning. The soul can’t be deceived once it recognizes the intent and essence of any entity or being it encounters. But title and assumed respectability with the proper etiquette can confuse and place doubt within the mind of any person. Ultimately, the soul has to be the one in charge so that it can pull apart the onion of deception. Once human beings can recognize who they are looking at, these entities or demons won’t be able to hide, they can’t hover, waiting to attack anyone because people will know who they are and where they reside.

We hold the key to illumination in our hands because we have both the light and dark within us. The dark night is just as much apart of us as the light of the day. We are the mysterious, hushed breakthrough, the quiet reflection of the cosmos that allows the shimmering stars to sparkle. Because of this, darkness can’t devour itself or anything apart of it. Darkness can alienate the light from itself but even this action requires an acknowledgement of the existence of light within it.

We can shed light on the dark void with the understanding that we know who we are and where we come from, ultimately knowing that all along God isn’t just around us, but in us. Our souls aren’t for sale; they are the sustenance of divinity from the breath of God. Heaven has always been in us and remembering our heritage is the best way to bring out the light and vindication, by making no apology for our place in the Universe. We can stand strong with the Archangels making our choice known, becoming apart of the battle instead of being the source of its contention.