Author: contemplatingspirit

Amityville – The REAL Story From A Resident

My Discussion With A Real Current Resident And Who Lived There During The Defeo Incident In 1974

I’ve met an acquaintance from Amityville New York. Once I heard that – I had to ask about THE House, THE movie and what’s it like now… :

It’s a fascinating story. I do remember reading that Alec Baldwin grew up in Amityville, too. He said that no one believed the Lutz story either.

Do you remember much about the aftermath? I’m assuming curfews, fear and camera crews? Were you/kids afraid to go near the place? And how do you handle all of the publicity and inquiries from people like me!?

Also – did the old movie scare the crap out of you? Or was it forbidden to watch? Is ten minutes away too close? I’m a sissy!

Here’s the response…

I’ve lived in Amity for about 50 years and in my current house 18 years. We live about 10 minutes from Ocean Ave. It’s a gorgeous neighborhood with trees up and down the sidewalks and a very wide street down the middle. Very picturesque. The facade of the house is very different than the one you are used to seeing in the posters/films. I imagine the work was done to discourage visitors to the house. I think someone lives there, but I can’t swear to that.

My family had just moved to Amity in 1974 when the DeFeo Murders happened. I remember my parents talking about it. I think Ron DeFeo died in prison a few years ago. As for the other happenings, there are many sides to that story. There is a documentary out there where Ron DeFeo says his sister murdered the father and the mother killed the siblings and he only killed the sister out of self defense. There are so many different stories from DeFeo that it’s hard to know what really happened that night. As for the Lutzs’, no one really knows if any of what they claim is true. None of the neighbors ever reported anything unusual about the house and as far as I know, nothing weird has happened since. It’s just a really beautiful old house in a nice quiet neighborhood.

I’ve lived here for so long, I never think the murders or the Lutzs until someone asks about the house. We are not so close that we see the house everyday but it’s about 10 minutes from my house. Personally, I think it’s a beautiful house and I would live there. I love that neighborhood…so beautiful and quiet and quaint. I don’t think news crews have been in front of the house for years. (Overnight parking is not allowed in Amity because of the chaos from the movie.) There really is no reason to. I saw the Margot Kidder/James Brolin movie in the theaters with my mom. I thought this version was much creepier than the Ryan Reynolds remake. 

 Also if you ever visit the Amityville Historical Museum, there is absolutely no mention of the murders in any way.

What a unique story and I am grateful for your answers. Thank you for sharing!

Haunted Retail – Stories From The Frontlines…

I’ve managed to accumulate several tales from the workers and managers at several local chain stores. And not all are grocery stores, in fact one is from a huge drugstore chain. Let’s start there…

Drugstore Mayhem

Recently, I was at our local drugstore chain. While talking to the shift lead, a stuffed toy simply fell off of the shelf. (This happens a lot when I’m near, and knowing the signs – I asked…) I motioned to the toy and asked “Is this place haunted?” Carrie, the shift lead said: “You know – it is! Many times we’ll come into the store in the mornings – and several things will be on the floor. And we know it wasn’t like that when we left.” She went on to tell me her personal experiences several years earlier as a bar chain manager. “I ran a small chain of 5 bars out west for over 12 years. The owner and his wife swear that two of them are haunted by former customers. During closing late at night, He would hear male voices near a cluster of tables, never quite able to make them out. On more than one occasion he heard ‘Hey!'” There’s more “We had a lot of regulars, retirees who would come in early and wait for their other friends to stroll in. One older woman had her own mug, which we kept frosted for her. She would usually come in first, always with her deck of cards in case anyone wanted to play. She sat at the far end of the bar on her favorite stool. Well, after several years she passed away. Several weeks later, I took out her frosted mug and returned it to the dishwasher. Wouldn’t you know it, late night during closing I thought I seen a shadow out of my peripheral vision. But, I dismissed it and started counting down drawers.” In about an hour the owner came out and helped me with wiping down and moving chairs. He joined me behind the bar and then we heard the sound of cards shuffling. It was loud and clear. Cards shuffling at the end of the bar, where she sat. I looked at him, he looked at me. He said ‘I heard it.’ I put her mug back in the cooler and there it stayed.”

Carrie Has More Encounters

She went onto tell me about her only son. Many times after closing the bar, her son would jump into the bed of her pick-up truck to hitch a ride home with her after bar hopping on the weekends. So she wouldn’t be alarmed, he would bang on the sides of the bed so she would know he was there. This is important later… Tragically, her son was murdered. The wake was held at her home. In the family room was a table shrine, with flowers, photos and cards from the over 200 mourners who came to share in her loss. After everyone had left, Carrie went up to the table. She caught a glimpse in the corner of her eye, of his lanky shadow. She recognized him instantly because of his shaved head, it was a perfect silhouette. Several days later she was cooking, something her son loved doing with her and she was overwhelmed by his “scent.” She explained that mothers know that each child has a “scent.” She smelled his and called out to he husband “He’s here.” Her husband nodded in agreement. Several weeks later, Carrie leaving the bar late at night in her truck, heard loud banging. “This was clanking and pounding and banging from the back of my truck. I thought ‘He’s hitching a ride.’ Then I remembered he’s gone. This banging sounded like canned goods were smacking the sides of my truck. Since it was late, I waited until I pulled into a well lit parking lot. I carefully got out and peered into the bed. There was nothing. I think he wanted me to know ‘I’m here with you Mom.'”

Dollar Store Shenanigans

Becky

Once again, this time in a dollar store chain, a random paper towel pack literally flew off the shelf in front of me. So I asked Sherry the store manager. “Oh, yeah. Once I watched a framed picture wiggle up and over the shelf rail and fall to the floor! Two of us seen it. I would find dolls misplaced after hours on the floor. So I call her ‘Becky.’ If the girls clothes are tossed around in the morning I yell ‘Becky behave!’ ”

About two years ago, Sherry’s husband died unexpectedly. He had been ill, but Sherry and family were not prepared for his death. Months later while trying to lie down to sleep, she felt his depression on the bed next to her. She wasn’t afraid, she felt his hand touch hers. It comforted her. She drifted asleep. She went onto to tell about when her father died years prior. Her mom called and asked if she wanted any mementos. At the time, they lived out of state. So Sherry asked about her Dad’s class ring, and a few photos. A week later, she opened the envelope her mom had sent. It had several photos, a belt buckle, but the ring was missing. Sherry didn’t mind. When her mom called to ask if she received it, Sherry said she had to photos and buckle. After they hung up. Her mom called back ‘Did you get the ring?’ No ring. A year later, doing some spring cleaning, Sherry got the step ladder to clean the top of the curio cabinet. There was the ring. “No way could it have gotten up there. I needed a step ladder, not a stool to reach that. No one would ever get that high to put it there. I think Dad found a way to get it to me.”

More Chaos

At yet another dollar store location, I was behind the counter speaking to the manager. Above my head on a high shelf, dryer beads fell right in front of me, just missing my head. Before I could ask he shouted to anyone: “Did you see that! That just flew off the shelf!” He went on “I told her (district manager) this place is haunted! I was on speaker with her after closing when I heard all of these thuds from the back of the store. She (district manager) was watching the monitors (remotely viewing the CCTV) and said ‘I see it!’ She seen all of these cereal boxes just flying off of the shelves.” He went on “So many times items just in the aisles after I went and picked them up, crazy.”

Dollar Store Storm

One of my first encounters with flying products was at yet another dollar store location. This time, for no reason I could think of, a can of tuna fell at my feet. The first time this happened, it scared me and I ran up to the manager (who I was acquainted with) and said : “Oh hey is this store haunted?” Both her and her worker said : “Hell yes! We have it on camera!” She went onto say that each morning they would come in to open, it would be a huge strewn mess, even after putting out all products from truck day. Even if all U boats of products, nothing left in the backroom, all aisles were tidy the night before, it would be disarray. When the store finally installed security monitoring, which would tape for several hours and loop over – they caught it. ”When we came in to the wreck one morning, we went to the cameras. It took a while to find it, but we did. We all watched it, even our district manager. In the early morning hours all of the sudden, things just started flying off the shelves, like someone to a broom and swept them. I will not work here by myself at night, period. No one will!”

I hear you!

“COME PLAY”

Creepy true story about ghost kid!

As I was in the huge backroom warehouse of a big box retailer. I noticed a small huddle of employees starting to gather near me. This almost always means a meeting, announcement or orientation is about to begin. Which means for me, relocate or I’d be intruding. But no, the night crew was gathering around a story telling employee. First it began with the crew counting all of the people that died at the store during business hours! There were two in the parking lot. One was found in his car after several days of missing work. Finally, someone recognized his car. Peered into the window to find him slumped. The second was a customer who overdosed in his car. Security noticed during a night patrol. The next was a co-worker on lunch break. The storyteller goes on to say: “I was sitting right next to him. He had his head down on his hands on the table. I thought he was sleeping. Thirty minutes after he didn’t come back from lunch, the assistant manager had me go look for him.” He was still there sitting at the table, head on hands. Then there was the customer, who had a massive heart attack in the shopping aisle and died on the scene.

But the real eerie tale began when the storyteller said – “That ain’t nothing wait till you hear this-“

“Come Play”….then he recounts HIS story. When I was eight years old, I moved into a three story townhome in (Midwest Small City) with my Mom, Dad and 13 year old sister. My room had the door which led up to the 3rd floor, which was basically he attic. Mom and Dad kept it shut, it was drafty and the steps were steep. Well, soon enough I would wake up late at night hearing the attic door open. There would be a little boy standing there. I wasn’t scared. This happened many times, it seemed almost nightly. I’d fall asleep most nights. I’d wake up to see him playing with my toys on the floor. He would say : “Come play.” Several times I’d hear the door open. He would be at my bed and say: “Come play.” Then he’d disappear. But most nights I’d wake up and he’d be waiting for me on the floor with my toys.”

I had to press him for details – this was the best ghost story, and I hate creepy dead kids! I asked him what did he do?! He said – “I played toys with him till I got too sleepy! He stayed playing while I crawled in bed and fell asleep. So I asked what happened then? ”Well, once at breakfast I finally mentioned how the boy kept me up late playing.” My sister freaked she did not believe me, thought I was making things up to scare her, trying to get another room, all kinds of things. Mom and Dad waved it off. So…I finally convinced her (his sister) to stay in my room for a few nights and see what happens.”

It Happened – the first few nights nothing. ”She was ready to call my bluff, but still stayed in my room. Then it happened. She heard the door open. They boy came up to the bed. As she laid there, he put his hand on her leg and said: “Come Play!” He disappeared. But she SCREAMED and ran out of there!”

So then what happened?! I asked. ”Oh it was a big deal, we only stayed there a little while longer and then moved. To this day me and my sister still talk about it.”

Me too! “Come Play!” Creepy dead kids playing at night…

Darren’s Near-Death Experience

My Interview with Darren after his life changing event

Darren asks “How do you describe perfect.” Darren found himself in the “perfect” place, or lack thereof after collapsing at home. Let me tell you about Darren. I’ve been acquainted with him for over 8 years. He was a slender, white-haired man in his early 60’s. He was a quick moving, helpful, dedicated worker a at big box store. If he didn’t know, he’d find out, he seemingly was everywhere at once. All co-workers liked him, all customers knew him. He’s a genuine, helpful, gentle man.

I hadn’t see him for months on end, and you know how it is, you get busy with your own life and you forget. I forgot until I happened to see Darren almost a year later, at the big box store on a motorized cart. He had gained weight substantially, so I almost didn’t recognize him. I was caught off guard and thankfully Darren volunteered about his ordeal. ”I died almost a year ago and had to learn how to walk and talk again.” I was astounded, he went on – “I had something happen while I was dead, everyone here knows about it.” He agreed to make sometime a few weeks later, to tell me his story in detail.

His Story begins mid-pandemic. He wore many hats at the big box store – and he was enlisted to clean the floors with a sterilizing solution. He had a sinus reaction, and after struggling at work, he finally had to go home early. He went home, sat in his comfortable chair – and collapsed. His wife found him unresponsive and called 911.

Darren was on a ventilator for 12 days. Unbeknownst to him, he had a brain deformity, a fluke which caused a stemic stroke, no bleeding. He was induced into a coma, and due to his sinus blockage, a feeding port was put into his stomach.

Darren is not a believer in God. He hopes there is a God. Nor is he familiar with near-death experiences. ”Someone told me that what they are called.” Darren found himself in total darkness. A black place. He couldn’t see or hear anyone or thing. Time does not exist there. It was infinite. ”It was perfect. Peaceful. Love. No need for anything.” Darren continues;” Felt a presence, felt everything was all good. There was no fear. I didn’t even care about my wife or family – they’ll be fine.” Amazed still as he recounts what happened, “No questions – no stress, just peaceful.”

Darren’s a real worker and on the side, he installed carpet with his friend. His friend was diagnosed with rectal cancer. He went through chemo/radiation, and he felt okay. But his doctors wanted surgery. In Darren’s experience, if the doctors don’t get it all – it spreads. His buddy went through the surgery. Later on a carpet job, his friend told him he didn’t feel well. Darren told him to go, he’ll finish. The next morning he called him. His daughter answered and told Darren he’d passed. He was 59. Darren was shocked. In the darkness (I called it the void) Darren knew he was there with him. He felt his mother (who died at 94) and others, but couldn’t see them. No one spoke. ”It was contentment.”

When Darren awoke – he was fighting the staff, he was so angry to be removed from the “perfect” place he had to be restrained. Initially, all memory was lost upon waking, but it came flooding back to him once he got his bearings. Hospital doctors and staff were dismissive about his ordeal. They insisted it was drug induced. The VA doctors listened. His therapist listened, too. He told everyone who’d listen at the hospital. They said all scans/monitors looked fine. They couldn’t place him as clinically dead.

Gradually he had to learn all of his motor skills again. It took one week before rising from bed. Two weeks before swallowing. Three months on a feeding port. Months going to a speech therapist. He ate ice cream through a feeding tube. All of his food came in boxes from Nestle. He had ordeals with the local VA hospital yanking his tube which released air.

What He’s learned. This has changed his perspective. “Money means nothing.” Everything in modesty, temperance. His mother was a RN. “She smoked two packs of cigarettes a day. She died at 94. She said many times that people choose how they will die. Let them pass either easy or hard.”

Darren has contemplated his experience extensively. He’s not afraid of death, he knows what’s coming. He believes in reincarnation. “Everything is matter. It doesn’t die.” He promised me that when the real time comes, he’ll think of God and look for a light. ”I’ll promise I’ll think about it.”

Cleveland Really does Rock! The Agora

MUSHROOMHEAD 1993

I’m going to write a series on my Cleveland concert going in the 90’s…and it wouldn’t be the 90’s in Cleveland without Mushroomhead!

I want to talk to you about all the fun I had at the infamous Agora in Cleveland Ohio. I want you to believe all the stories you’ve heard – Cleveland really does Rock. I’ve experienced so many Fantastic unbelievable garish sinfully outrageous bizarre concerts people and Situations at the awesome Agora and of course in the early days and the hey day of Mushroomhead! Because during the 90s it was nothing for me to see about 80 concerts a year, I feel it’s really important to document for those of you who weren’t there who wish you could have been there and those of you who should have been there to read and understand all about it.

I Cannot say enough about the Agora it’s my absolute favorite place to see a show in Cleveland. For one, it was general admission, my favorite. You could get as close or as far as you needed to be from the stage.

But first, the exterior… parking was so far away you had to walk a few blocks because the parking lot was always full, but the best spot was by a now-defunct Mr. Hero or the gas station right across the road on East 55th. You would have to start lining up along Euclid and wait in line until you got into the building. Posters that would line the side of the building, all from the 70s – half of the Bands I didn’t even know but I knew that they were important to Cleveland. By the time you were able to get in and you’d enter through a foyer and hallway and then you would turn to the left there would be the ticket window to the right and you’d have to go up some steps before you get stamps and later you’d have to get patted down but that’s after a lot of fisticuff. Being patted down in the metal detectors – that became normal probably I say sometime in about 94 when Mushroomhead started getting pretty gosh darn big. After getting through security there was a smaller bar to your right and one larger bar to your left and then there was the merch table you descend down some steps and there’d be all the Mushroomhead merch you want to fight over.

THE BALLROOM

It was separated into two venues joined by a common big huge hall, one was called the ballroom my absolute – favorite because it was so small and so near the bars and you had to walk down a another flight of steps to get down to it. It’s just a fantastic place you’d be smashed in there, so much fun. I’ll probably talk about that later. Mushroomhead was just too big to play in that section. Just wasn’t big enough to hold the crowds and Mushroomhead drew so big for a local band it was so hard to even get a ticket and I’ll go into that later too. The interior is so Majestic and has all these plaster reliefs I know they were crumbling but it was so royal it was almost like a museum. And then there are balconies . I never really went up there because I wanted to be close to the band but if you haven’t seen it you’ve got to.

THE THEATRE

The big theatre that’s where Mushroomhead played you’d walk through those doors they would be a Bar to the extreme right and then there would be all these rows of seats set up like a theater rotund so they would descend to the left and to the right. Along the walls they were series of steps then Plateau series of steps of plateau series of steps and then finally you would come down to the orchestra where you could descend the steps. It was huge space before the stage and the stage is up pretty high. Huge stage and a vast open space like I said they were balconies but they were also private to the left into the right more little private balcony booths. Again all kinds of plaster reliefs just an awesome awesome place.

Mushroomhead at the Agora would usually bring outstanding supporting bands with them local bands like Runt, 13 Faces of course Mushroomhead side project 216. In the early days Mushroomhead with string together a curtain of brown craft paper they would play all their intros and then Yank It Down they come out with wearing all kinds of masks- gas masks Ace Frehley mask Pig – Good Times. The original Roxy and Mario would be there all decadent. And the crowd would go wild they were hostile, violent, push you around crowd-surf all night long – but if you fell they would help you up it was a rarity when things got out of hand. Sometimes especially if guys got too drunk they would get it ejected. And I’m telling you I’ve never seen so much crowd euphoria and audience participation I mean from the get-go Mushroomhead had it. I’ve been to many kinds of shows and I know Mushroomhead are fans and I love Kiss, too, but I got to tell you nothing absolutely nothing could top a 90s Mushroomhead show – I’m talking even before the camo.

Mushroomhead became so big that ticket agencies started carrying their tickets. I stayed down in the pit but far enough away so I wouldn’t get smashed or too many people would fall on me that happened a lot. I lost a couple of shoes but being a short girl I just knew I wanted to be down in that action and they were loud make no mistake about it – my ears know and I’ve lost some hearing from too many shows but in order to get that full experience you had to be there! Like I said I’ve been to many Kiss shows but the level of people dressing like their heroes from Mushroomhead was crazy. Especially in the beginning when the mask was something that you could probably find at a store good stuff. A lot of the more risky girls would dress like Roxy. But I never understood why none of the guys tried to be like Mario, darn! As a footnote I wonder where that guy is now!

Mushroomhead used to toss all kinds of stuff into the crowd, sometimes their merch but mostly just things they bought specifically for the show. Speaking of merch even in the early days they had VHS then later DVDs stickers patches I remember them having jumpsuits masks and this was before all the camo of super Buick CD. Back in the crowd there were guys who landed on my head and I haven’t even touched on the Halloween shows so let’s start there.

HALLOWEEN

Mushroomhead Halloween at The Agora soon became legendary…. everyone would scramble to get a ticket. They have the biggest best show for Halloween they design stages specifically for the shows and they were super fun and again I’m talking about the Jman years. And anything with Jman was outstanding. Remember this was the 90’s so I was dressed as Batgirl. I remember trying to crawl out of the pit but somebody was stepping on my cape! There was a lot of booze beer pot crazy women trying to be Roxy, not too many Mario’s though! The Mush guys before the show with mingle in the crowd sometimes without their masks or makeup and then of course after the show. It was so unbelievably crowded in there a lot of guys sweating slimy drunk puking in the trash cans but it was so thrilling. I would take friends of mine who in no way shape form or means even remotely liked metal music, they’d go once and experienced it and want to come again! Problem of course was getting the money up to buy everyone’s ticket! So usually I’d have to rotate friends but from 93 on until Jman left I never missed a show. Only later after I experienced Waylon it just wasn’t the same for me I’m sure it wasn’t the same for a lot. There would be lines to the restroom people passed out sometimes the bouncers dragging guys out the side doors. The bar inside the theater was always lined up. The balconies were full of private parties amps were loud but luckily my hearing lost helped a lot.

The Faded Elegance of the Agora cannot be topped and one time when I did get a little tipsy cuz I’m usually light-duty and I don’t drink much. All I remember about a Mushroomhead show are three things – confetti, two tall guys looking down saying ‘ are you okay’ and my one friend in a balcony yelling down to me ‘hey I got up here .’ After that only two screwdrivers for me period. Can’t say enough about the crowd and how everybody was just part of the fan base and we all got it. We all knew the music cues and what to say and how to react. I’ll never forget all the girls in the restroom passed out vomiting smoking .

I’ve seen it least 80 shows minimum at the Agora alone. That place just hold so many great fun memories. I absolutely love the way it was so dark in there when you want to see a band so you’re just focused in that atmosphere. I never did drugs and like I said I was a light drinker so I am so fully aware of all the great things that went on and all the bizarre things that people did. These people were probably doing some recreational drugs worse they were drunk but boy were they having a great time. You’ve never seen so many shirtless big guys all sweaty because they’re in the pit it was a rarity to see a guy who still had a shirt on. It was a huge party to get your aggression out and to be honest since I was in the pit I’d keep track of Jman and that was about it. I was too busy hearing the music and making sure then I got out of there alive.

But absolutely everyone who attended those shows won the lottery. You are a multi-millionaire if you attended those shows and were able to see them in succession. Now bear in mind I live a good hours drive from there but I would go to Cleveland every time for Mushroomhead and then some. I would be remiss if I didn’t thank the owners of the Agora for all those great shows. Cleveland really does Rock no doubt about it.

I did see some other great shows there so many I really have to write them all down and think about but those that stand out especially are 311 in the ballroom. I went to get my friend a beer and you have to cross the crowd to go up the steps to get to the bar by the time I got the beer went down the steps across the crowd to get to my friend the beer can was crushed and there might have been a quarter of the beer left – great freaking times!

Mushroomhead at the Agora wow you had to be there -you can’t even describe the atmosphere so much excitement just leading up to it and the other bands opening bands Runt so fun and angry 216 angry Mushroomhead they were ferocious but it was a good anger not a violent anger. Everyone who I took to experience it would want to go again and again and again. It was unbelievable it was a phenomenon. People would be lined up around that building waiting to get in.

We actually knew the parking lot attendants at the Mr. Hero section. They recognized us that’s how often we were there. I remember the man telling me he recognized quite a few of the people but us especially because we came from afar. Mushroomhead was kind of like a movement it was different listening to the CD you had to experience it. I’ve seen them relatively recently and again not even close to what they were. A show then was a tangible feeling of excitement and energy like nothing else I’ve experienced since.

If you want to one show you probably went to them to them all!

Long live The Belkins!!!

The Prosperity Code

1522460674865680015683I’ve discovered the real Prosperity code. I’m sure all of us have endured school kids in their cliques. Why are the rich kids in one the middle class kids in the other and the poor ostracized? I believe through my personal observations what I’ve read and what have come to understand and I know the real Prosperity code.

Yes it’s starts from infancy. Certain rules have to come into play for you to be insured prosperity. Before I list these things via stages in one’s life I must let you know that if you don’t have all of these qualities you may obtain them but it’s going to be very hard. But it’s not impossible, very much so an uphill battle.

Here’s the breakdown of what needs to come into play for you to have Prosperity real Prosperity financial and otherwise in life.

CHILDHOOD

You must be raised with a sense of security. You must be secure in your home life , your parents instilling in you that you can achieve oh you will be supplied All You Have No Lack your parents will handle all finances and you are insured of any success that you pursue. You have the freedom to choose and they will support you emotionally financially. You also need to be raised and ungodly home church-going preferably School Sunday School catechism the like. Your parents donate a lot to your church. not only in alms but also in time they’re active in the church community. As a result your naturally confident. You are selfish Sheard and so you surround yourself and are attracted to others who are self-assured hence the popular clique. This goes for girls and boys.

ADULTHOOD

You maintain this attitude this lifestyle this pattern into adulthood. The churchgoing you donate a lot you participate in church you socialize and you’re great at communicating. You donate to the church and I’m not talking $5 in the arms basket on talking much more because you’re making a hundred thousand plus if not more per year. You surround yourself with positive people who are prosperous as well. Here’s a big important one you have children! Even if they’re adopted fostered as long as you take these children to church and raise them in a Godly home the prosperity cycle continues.

FUTURE

The Perpetual cycle continues you give alms your donations are large you participate in church you have friends who are positive you raise your children with the same confidence and faith that you have that their future is assured and all is well they can pursue their goals their interest in there behind them 100%.

 

ANALYSIS

As I said if you do not have all these qualities if you do not have all these assets if these resources are not at your disposal, you may still achieve prosperity but several of these things must come into play. If you do not have parents who raised you with these qualities of confidence of Financial Security if you find a mentor to tutor you to help you and nurture you then it will counteract the lack of finances and Parenting.

if you do not go to church and give on regular basis but if you have a moral code that you abide by you can counteract this by giving to strangers and let me stress it must be strangers. Family and friends is a given you’re supposed to do that so there’s no benefit to come back to you.

If you have no children I’d suggest giving as much as you can financially to say the Saint Jude Foundation the Ronald McDonald House your local children’s hospital just so it has something to do with children.

Here’s something else about giving do not give the shirt off your back . So it’s admirable you must keep a portion for yourself in other words if you have $150 extra do not give it all away to family a friend or even an acquaintance and need. Do not even give it all to a stranger! Instead you give a portion if you want to give something large you give $50 of that hundred fifty you keep the other hundred for yourself for a rainy day. That is biblical you give a portion don’t leave yourself and want. I say this because most of us are not at the faith level to where we can give it all away and know it will all come back to us and its entirety for now follow this Prosperity code.

Also just a thought on College. How many of us know college grads graduates who have majored in this or that who have even a master’s degree and have not pursued a job in their field? Why? The majority that I have found lack the confidence the prosperity code confidence that they can get it they don’t have that confidence to go out of state to a bigger city that would employ them they don’t have that innate security. Because they were not raised within the prosperity code rules.

Now again I stress if you have some of these qualities from childhood from adulthood and now and in the future you can gain prosperity. Again I say it will be harder because you have to compensate for these deficits in whichever category you lack.

Ponder would have said and I’m sure you will be hard-pressed to prove me otherwise but I’m very interested in any ideas you have about prosperity.

 

Thank You

The Omnific Word

If only I knew how to pronounce it! I’ve been reading lately the Aquarian Gospel of Jesus. It’s extremely informative on so many different levels. The main one of course is that Jesus heals , Jesus raises the dead, Jesus performs Miracles all by saying the Omnific word.

The only problem is no one is sure how to pronounce it! The omnific word of course at least everything that I’ve read indicates that it is the holy name of God. His name being so sacred that the Hebrews only used abbreviations or initials for His name. Over time it came to be known as Yahweh or Jehovah. Even I was taught that as a kid but both those names are wrong . It’s the acceptable pronunciation because you’re not supposed to say the holy and sacred name and it’s becomes a secret a mystery that Moses knew and shared with his people only.

Well according to these esoteric and secret writings like the gospel of the Holy twelve ,the gospel of St Thomas ,the Aquarian Gospel of Jesus and the Book of Yeshua, Jesus taught people to say within their soul (another words not out loud) the omnific word the holy name of God, in order to perform all these miracles healings and raising of the Dead. According to what I’ve read the Pharisees and the scribes took offense to Jesus teaching Christines the Christians to use God’s name to do these wondrous Deeds. Because of that they started to pass down secretly to only a select few the true pronunciation of God’s name. So that over time it was lost and only a Chosen Few even to this day know the true pronunciation and are permitted to use it!

What strikes me the most is that Jesus taught his pronunciation not just to the apostles, not just to his disciples, but to all the people in all the towns the cities in the nation’s that he visited. He taught these people how to use it to heal their own and pass it along. imagine knowing how to use it and being able to heal people. Being able to raise the Dead! Being able to perform miracles to help one another.

So I’ve been reading articles- there’s a lot and listening to hours of audio about these hidden and sacred texts that are not included in the Holy Bible.

No one can be sure at least that’s the great mystery but Jesus said : “If you seek you shall find nothing is hidden that won’t be revealed.” So several Scholars claim to have known the correct pronunciation. Most agree that it is spelled Yehovah. Pronounced Yah-who-wah.

Keeping that in mind you can’t just say the name to yourself. Jesus corrected some disciples who are not able to heal just by saying the God’s name in prayer. Jesus told him that they had to praise God’s name glorify him and then say the omnific word. Several other times when Jesus did create miracles it’s recorded that He said to God : “Make powerful your word!”

Also prevalent, Jesus made it very clear and there’s a Common Thread to a lot of these teachings that we ourselves as a part of God because we are made in God’s image, we ourselves have the ability to heal ourselves and to heal others with our thoughts. Our thoughts have to be focused on the good on everything good and on God because all good things come from God.

Jesus made a point state that our thoughts do become things. How often have you read that? How many of the Unity masters have stated that? Jesus drove this point home many times. Also reiterating that we ourselves have the ability to move mountains. We can if we focus on the good, do not hold grudges with any one, praise and glorify God and inwardly correctly pronounce the Omnific word – God’s true name. (If only we knew how)!

I promise if I decipher how to say it, the correct formula or procedure to communicate directly with God to get prayers answered, miracles performed, the sick healed and the dead resurrected, I will share this with everyone with ears to listen!

I encourage those seeking to review all of these hidden texts. God is trying to communicate with us. Jesus is trying to teach us. Let’s make a pact now uncover these secrets and share with each other. Let’s live our lives to our potential, the way God intended for his people.

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Secrets Buried With The Dead…and Forgotten

An old friend that I used to run around with died recently. He was a co-worker from years back and he was beautiful. I mean movie star beautiful-  black hair,long eyelashes ,muscular. We were just friends, he was someone to run around with and I was just a shy girl anyway. as what happens with most friends, your friends for time and then you lose touch. but as fate would have it we ran into each other he immediately called out my name and we reconnected. So subsequently we’ve run into each other semi frequently.

But now he had a son and he had a rocky on again off again relationship going. when I ran into him a few times he was a construction worker so he was pretty beat from his job. He mentioned a few things not going completely right with this life, but nothing extreme.

The last time I had seen him,  I  turned around and there was with his little son. We marveled at the fact that we were in a totally different City about 40 miles from where we lived.

About a month later I happened to be reading the local paper and I just glanced at the obituaries and there he was. I was shocked. He was healthy and no reason was given.  As a rule I always go to the calling hours mostly to pray for the Dead. I learned a few years back that Protestants don’t pray for the Dead. As a cradle Catholic I’ve learned to always pray for the Dead just to make sure that their souls get out of purgatory.

At the calling hours I was disappointed in the fact that it was closed casket. I wanted to see him for myself it’s important for those of us just to see the body and have closure. So I couldn’t even see him. There were pictures and a presentation slideshow, a minister speaking about a his short life.

But absolutely no one knew the exact cause of his death. And if they did know they weren’t going to tell. And I asked. I asked four separate people four times during the entire service. No one knew. But an astute man pointed out that there was a policeman present. ‘ How often do you see that,’ he asked. I’ll never know how or why he died.

When I mentioned this to coworker she said if they don’t tell you it’s usually because it wasn’t good. She’s right and I knew it was true before I asked.

It made me ponder about all the things we keep in the recesses of our mind which we bury and forget about. My extended family has all kinds of dodgy pasts. When they have died,we’ve buried all their Dirty Deeds never to really speak about them again.  Mostly I’m sure it’s because you’re not supposed to speak ill of the Dead for fear of God, but also for fear the dead will come to haunt you!

Yeah there’s been some nasty pasts in my extended family, unmentionables things it even I don’t want to write about, evil, dastardly things.

And yet we all try to forget it cover it bury it and move forward. In my family mum’s the Word, silence is golden and ignorance is bliss!

I have an older cousin who every so often tries to stuff my immediate family in closet with all of those skeletons, fully knowing that there’s no room for us! I’m happy to report that sure we’ve done some things that we’re not proud of.  But yes we haven’t done all the unmentionables that my extended family has that is certain.  I often wondered what has saved us from falling into that great Abyss that surrounds a lot of families . And without a doubt that something is of course our faith-based upbringing. A huge fear of God goes a long way in your day-to-day life!

Another fact is that the Devil Makes use of Idle Hands. Having steady employment year after year really does keep you out of trouble that’s for sure. In my work I encounter all walks of people all social castes.  The people who approach me asking for money or wanting a ride or cigarettes or a light (of course I don’t even smoke! ) or wanting money for food, are they really legitimate or are they just wanting the money for drugs or alcohol?

I guess I’ll never really know and the truth be told I have my own concerns my own was my own worries my own goals. Maybe we’re really not our Brother’s Keeper. And it is hard to discern who’s really needy versus who’s deceiving.

I do regret not distinguishing general complaints from dire thoughts. When last I seen him with his son he seemed happy. But maybe I was happy; it was a beautiful day, I was at a city I loved enjoying an event – and I assumed he was too.

 

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The Gospel Of St. Thomas…How To Apply It?

What strange power do we have locked within us? Were these powers wiped clean from are memories at birth? How exactly can we access these powers?

These questions are just the tip of the iceberg. I’ve scoured the web. Either the articles are mostly focused on the archaeological findings of the Dead Sea Scrolls, or, vultures honing in on anti-organized religion. As for me, I am
fascinated with the real “moving of mountains.” I did find a few posts video or otherwise, that tapped the vein of these mysteries. If you haven’t read the Gnostic Gospel of St. Thomas, now is the time! I was hesitant at first. Why rock the boat? But, once I realized that text was about realizing your potential and the God Given power in all of us (if only we knew how to use it!) I was enthralled.

Please read The Gospel Of St. Thomas now….

If you’ve read it please continue with my blog. I’ve already figured out a few things. First, what I call Christian Indifference. By that, I cast off any concerns, wants, needs by affirming that, I will give it to God (once!) and then let it go, firmly believing that whatever it is – will be done. Period.
This system works.

I understand that we are beings from God’s light. This means we are part of God. Knowing that, what was said secretly to Thomas? What possibly did Christ tell him that would provoke a stoning from the other Apostles? Christ did say that we (or at the very least the Apostles) are capable of greater miracles than any He performed. Do we have the innate ability to manifest miracles? All we need is the faith of a mustard seed, to ask in His name, and cast our cares upon his shoulders. Is that the secret? Have we forgotten due to the fall?

Think about meditation. Jesus said to go in your closet and pray privately. In this way you focus. He also reminded not to repeat. Again, say what is on your mind and let it go. These tidbits I have strung together in effort for cohesion. I really believe this is all relative to unsolving this mystery.

I’m attempting in increments, small experiments to test my theories. If and when, things I’ve thought or prayed for come to pass, I hope to share with all.

Without any doubt, when I have thought in passing about a need or desire, sure enough, it materializes in three days maximum. I need to master this process for the huge needs and wants! I’m trying and I will report back!

I welcome any thoughts on this perplexing and fascinating topic! Please leave a comment. Thank you!