Category: Death and dying

Whistling Past The Cemetery

True Ghost Encounters Late Night At The Cemetery!

An old friend reminded me of the fact that “the gift” runs in her family. In fact her Aunt, her two male cousins all have a “sixth sense.” Hers, deals with the discernment of spirits and communication with the dead, usually in her dreams. She recounted one of her earliest experiences. “When I was eight years old, I stayed overnight with my Aunt Carol. My Aunt also has the gift. Her house was directly across from an older cemetery, but still in use. She has two sons (both with some gifts, too) but none of us were scared of it. We were raised to respect the dead, so no thrill seeking. I stayed in her guest bedroom. Us kids went to bed around 9:00 P.M. Wee into the morning, I distinctly remember being woke up. Now, this room had a window that faced the cemetery. I was drawn to the window. After my eyes adjusted – I seen them! There were hundreds of spirits. They were dancing! These ghosts were of mixed eras – Civil War, Flappers, Dresses with corsets, I distinctly seen pinstriped suits, too.

I ran into my Aunts room, waking her up. I told her ghosts were dancing in the cemetery, come quick! She did follow me and peered out the window. I said, “let’s go over there!” But she wisely said, “I see them too, but we can’t disturb the spirits.” I really wanted to go over to them, but instead we watched them dance around for at least half an hour. Finally, my Aunt said we needed to get back to bed as it was almost 4:00 A.M. by this point.” I asked her to describe how they appeared to her. “Have you ever seen ‘Haunted Mansion’? They were like that, translucent, and white, but a tint of color.” So my take is maybe, just maybe, the film “Carnival Of Souls,” had it right!

Late Night At Old Cemetery

So here’s a few tales about visiting the old local cemetery at night. An acquaintance told me about her and her man visiting a local cemetery late at night. This cemetery sits high on hills and happens to have a shrine cut into the front of the hill. This is where pilgrims may light a votive candle, which at the time, was open around the clock.

So, neither one was Catholic, but decided to go because of all of the lore that surrounds this cemetery. First, there’s the “Stairway to Heaven” steps that rise up a large hill, leading to a life-size Crucifix. Again, this is a 200-year-old cemetery, so supposedly at night, thrill seekers have seen an eerie glow around the stairway. Second, there’s another nearby hill, where again after a series of steps, you reach a life-size Crucifixion scene mounted high on a granite base. Many have seen white mist surrounding this. So the couple are making their way to the candle shrine, when he suddenly stops. On the hill atop of the shrine were dozens of shadow figures, backlight by a white glow. She seen them, too. They watched for a few seconds as the shadows gathered closer to hill slope to watch them. The couple whispered to each other – “Let’s go.” And they back peddled out of there. When the had safely drove away, they discussed what had happened. They both concluded that the shadows did not want them there, because they were just thrill-seekers!

I have more tales about this cemetery which I plan on posting soon. Do I believe it’s haunted? No. I went to school there, classmates are buried there, I visit it regularly. Our family plots are there! If anything, this cemetery is blessed and serene. But I do know it’s protected, which I feel is what the couple witnessed.

Chasing Fun: Means Dying Young?

As Opposed To Living Life For Others… My Theory On Long Life Versus Early Death

Keen Observation Theory On Shorter Life Span – Those that chase fun, adventure, take lavish vacations – all for their own glory – that scream look at me. The ones that want and need the attention, to beat others to it, one-upmanship, you know the types. They are the first here or there, posting photos on social media. Let everyone know of their accomplishments. Those that burn the brightest, are struck down early. Most often, they are childless. Also, in my experience are either located far from family or, choose to allow siblings to attend to parents or family issues.

I’ve seen this more often than not. The first time I was alerted to this phenomenon was by a friend. Her older sister, married, childless in her 50’s was diagnosed with colon cancer. Her and her husband had lucrative careers and would go off galivanting. Meanwhile, the majority of the siblings who lived close by, helped their aging and ill parents. These siblings kept up the childhood home and cared for their mother who had Parkinsons. They each took turns helping Dad and assisting Mom. But not said sister. She died two years before the mother.

Then within the same family, the oldest son moved out of state decades prior, would visit only once a year if that. He left all of the hard work, dealing with the parents, to the remaining family. A few years after the mother died, he came home to visit and stayed with the Dad. Sometime in the early morning, he died in his sleep. They were told later that he had just had a check-up and everything was fine. He had a massive heart attack.

Coincidence? I think not. Here’s another example.

A childhood friend years ago moved out of state with her new husband – why? Because they wanted the fast lifestyle. They were childless with substantial salaries – and they partied. I mean they drank, went to bars, out to dinner, seen shows, traveled all over to exotic locales. While they partied with “friends” and posed for group photos, back home the oldest brother died unexpectedly. He was out of shape and collapsed from complications. Then the father died. Who was there to get the mother and family through? The siblings who stayed local. They kept up the households and helped the widow. But not this friend. Sure the funerals were attended, visits made twice a year. But then came the cancer. She died two years ago. Had this friend moved back home, who knows? I think she would have lived cancer free. I think she would be right where her mother needed her. Instead, her mother went into a nursing home. None of the living siblings, who had families, were able to stop working to care for her.

And the most recent, Prime example…

A distant relative in his early forties moved out of state chasing the money. He had an exorbitant salary. So he travelled. Climbed mountains, had a houseboat, had all of the toys. Let everyone know about his great, selfish life. That’s right, back home some of his family and friends were struggling. No matter, he had his life to live. He married, had kids, but since the wife had a huge income, the goods kept coming. The mansion, the autos, the dinners, the excursions. Meanwhile, back home, the family struggles, the hardships continue. One day he wakes up with a severe pain in his abdomen. He couldn’t understand it. He was in tip-top shape. After a series of tests, stage 4 pancreatic cancer. He died 8 months later.

“For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall much be required”; Those mentioned above – failed the test. The test of doing more for others with the resources they were given.

Again, I say, live your life for others. Help your older parents. Take care of your siblings. If at all possible, help your friends in need. Yes, it’s a sacrifice. Yes, it will suck up your time and money. But it’s the right thing to do. And you will lead a more rewarding, impactful life.

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.”

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!

I Cast You Out! Or…Bless This Mess!

A few weeks ago it was necessary to have my Priest come over and bless the house. We’ve been hearing things seeing things and in general everything just kind of went to pot. Little victories that somehow turn into battle blows. The decline started approximately 8 months prior. Usually when things go awry, and I start hearing or seeing things I can usually trace it to something bad that I did. Now for me bad things are usually when I don’t get to mass frequently or I read something about the occult inadvertently or on purpose. Almost always that opens the door wide! But I couldn’t really pinpoint anything in particular.

NIGHTLY VISITOR

Now I close my bedroom door at night because I keep my space heater on and I like it very warm. Well when I was in that between state where you’re aware that you’re drifting off to sleep, I felt the heavy Thug of something that jumped on the bed next to me. I felt the depression in the shake of the bed now this is off to my left side. It took me a few times in my right side. It was all I could do to try to wake up and say Mary Mother of God! I woke up saying Mary Mother of God! Now I knew that this was a demon I’ve experienced it before. Sure I was concerned but I was really tired and I had to work in the morning. so I went back to sleep with the notion that I would address it in the morning.

THE SPARE BEDROOM

Yes we all have them and there’s always a room in the house that something’s not quite right and for me it’s the spare bedroom. Now this is my childhood home and it’s over 200 years old. So no matter who in the family we all have a tale about the house. We’ve all had musical bedrooms and all of this including my parents I’ve had what is now the spare bedroom as their own. Sure things have happened throughout the house but for me I’ve noticed that the spare bedroom sometimes conjures a little dread. Yes I’ve heard things: growls, yes I’ve seen things: Dark Shadows. and over the last few years I’ve amassed a lot of Statuary and Catholic – items I have a shrine in there! I think that keeps everything in check and contained, for the most part.

I BLESSED THE HOUSE

As best of my ability I bless the house with holy water and holy salt and I put it in every corner of every room in the house. or so I thought. But I still have a little uneasy.

PRAYED FOR GUIDANCE

I pray to Mary for guidance as to maybe what I missed what happened and what went wrong. Two nights later I had the dream. the stream was involved in intense and I’ll probably have to save it for another post but bear with me.
Mary answered me and reveal to me what needed to be done. What was revealed to me is I failed to bless the Attic. It was ingrained in me as a little kid never to go to the attic because it wouldn’t support us would fall through the ceiling Etc. so I just never ventured up there and I haven’t all these years.
again I’ll cover that in another post it’s a story unto itself!

EPIPHANY HOUSE BLESSING

I was a few weeks late but after telling my sister’s about what was going on it just so happens that my sister found the old blessed Epiphany chalk by our former Parish priest instructions included! These were a bunch of remnants of the chalk but it was enough. One of my sisters came over and we blessed every doorway in home outside in in basement, attic, bathrooms even garage. It took almost two hours but we did it and we both feel a lot better. It took about three days but I did notice a turn around. Still I felt that the guns on were severe enough that we needed the priest.

RETIRED PRIEST

Now I former Parish priest was actually friends with my parents. He retired due to declining health. I knew I could count on him and I knew that he would believe me. The problem was his health. My mom has a church group and all those in her church group are actually friends with the priest, too. Without giving them details the consensus was that his house just wasn’t up for any type of visit. So he waited about six weeks and I asked Mom to ask the church group again if anybody had contact with the priest in if he was well enough yet to travel. The reply was they didn’t know.

PRAYED FOR GUIDANCE ONCE MORE

So I prayed to Mary again, asking to know if the priest was well enough, Or if I should get the courage and ask our current Priest to perform the blessing.I was just a sissy and I so afraid of his responses as to why we really needed it!. I prayed for three days asking for an answer as to what to do.

THE PHONE CALL

And then it happened we had a phone call on our landline on a Thursday evening. I overheard my Dad say ” Hello, Father!” and then “No, I didn’t call, hold on, maybe (mom) called.” Well, mom didn’t call. I heard mom on the phone, “Hello, Father, no I didn’t just call. Maybe (me) called. I didnt, and I knew it was the answer to my prayers. I spoke with Father in anot her room and asked him if he was well enough to travel. he said he’s been doing very well and he was up to his old routine saying masses visiting the sick. he said he can make the trip out I asked him if he could bless the house and maybe some statues Metals Etc. He said jokingly, “Hasn’t the house been blessed enough?” so I had to tell him sheepishly that I’ve been seeing some things hearing some things that me and my sister bless the house but didn’t feel it was enough he was silent. I told him that I had picked up some old chalkware statues at the flea markets and such and I was hoping maybe he would bless them to help fortify the house. he was silent still. Then he said: “How about Sunday after 3 p.m.?”

THE BLESSING

Here’s the good part. Father was there promptly. After his initial catching up with my parents. he gave them the anointing of the sick and me and my mom communion. Dad had been to Mass earlier. then he got out of his holy water and his prayer book and he said “Let’s start with the blessing.” he grabbed his Cane for balance and he actually stated in his prayer “I Cast out all evil spirits in the name of Jesus!” and he dunks the room with holy water as he said these things. kid just finished with the room and my dad started pointing and shouting “Tell him to bless the bedroom! Tell him to bless the bedroom! Have him blessed the bedroom!” now I imagine my dad was think this whole thing was malarkey. So I looked and Dad stunned. He’s hard of hearing. I said “Dad are you hearing things?” He looked me in the eye and said “Yes!” This was huge.
HUGE.

CASTS OUT EVIL FROM ALL ROOMS

Father blessed every room. He even managed the stairs to get the second story rooms, especially a spare room prone to activity. And he didn’t hesitate to eradicate any evil. He was the blessing, really. didn’t hesitate to bless at least 10 or so statues 40 medals Prince crucifix rosary prayer cards and he said and anything else in the house that I may have missed! my mom even asked him to bless her medication she’s been undergoing treatments. he did so promptly.

EAT PIE!

Afterwards, they ate pie. My dad asked Father “Is it unusual to hear and see evil things in houses? Do you have to do this alot?” Father replied: “It’s unusual, but I have done it many times.” (He’s been a priest for 52 years).

THE REVELATION

I took this opportunity to ask Dad what he had heard or seen. Still amazed by his experience he related: “I’ve been hearing my name called, over and over. And last night while reading (in his room) I felt a hand on my shoulder!”

THE EPILOGUE

It’s been almost three weeks since the house blessing. Mom has greatly improved. There’s been no activity. Just peace. Thank God. And thank Saint Michael the Archangel…I tacked a blessed medal of Saint Michael in every room in the house, plus the attached garage…the barn, the outbuilding, the little garage and the shed!

Night Shift At The Hospital! Leave A Light On!

I’ll never forget my first time driving to the hospital with my sister to visit our uncle. Visiting hours were over and we had to find a way back to the parking lot. It was our first time on our own. We found the elevator and took it all the way down to B. When the elevator doors opened seen it was even darker than the top floor we had just left. Even so we just stepped out of the elevator look to the left and to the right and of course there was nobody and it was kind of dark. Pretty sure down the corridor we seen a gurney that was covered. I look at my sister she looks at me and we’re like where are we? Right about then an orderly comes over and says: “You girls don’t want to be down here!” He was right. He said: “I’ll show you” and directed us to the elevator and pushed M.

HOSPITALS AT NIGHT

What is with the vacant hallways? What is up with the light conservation? Didn’t that end in this early 70s? What is with the bare bones skeleton crew? Can’t they wait until after visiting hours for that stuff? I think it starts at 5 p.m.!!!

My mom was recently in a rural Hospital. I watched and not a living Soul entered or exited that place. My dad and my sisters had both warned me (they had visited prior)that it is EMPTY. These corridors run perpendicular and easy 1500 feet in both directions. And not a person not a one, not a greeter nor an orderly, not a nurse and not a visitor.

Luckily I knew where I was going this time. Hospital stories I have tons! I have a lot of acquaintances that are nurses, policeman, firemen and paramedics. and they have tons of tales.

It may run in the family. My grandmother as a nurses aid. They get all of the crappy jobs. She absolutely hated transporting amputated limbs, usually cancerous, down to the incinerator. In the basement. In the dark.

THE PSYCH WARD ON A FULL MOON

My first tale is pretty involved and really creepy I’m going to tell you the way it was recounted to me by my friend the nurse. I guess it’s very common amongst the nurses but they prep themselves for a full moon and bring on extra staff it’s true The Crazies come out! Well this was another full moon on a weekend and sure enough they had a run-in in the emergency room. And a lot of them were just sent right to the psych ward.

THE NECKLACE

On this night a man was brought in totally hysterical and of course when they’re brought in they pretty much strip them of everything. So all their belongings are in a plastic bag at the foot of the bed. Well since this man was hysterical he was strapped down. He kept crying over and over that he needed to have his necklace. They couldn’t take this necklace away from him he had to have it. Well since he had to have it he wasn’t going to get it!

My friend the nurse is actually a maternity nurse but since they needed extra staff she volunteered to help out in the psych ward. Later he was just hysterical and of course he was begging for this necklace. They had to subdue them and put them in a separate room and strap him down with what they call Leathers which are leather straps on the bed. So they can’t get free. Well he was ranting and raving still about this necklace and they could hear him on the whole floor.

As it goes after hours of listening to this, someone, no one knows who, gave in and united the guy his necklace to shut him up.
45 minutes later they started hearing things coming from his room and it wasn’t the guy screaming for it. There’s something else going on kind of Otherworldly noises. Now my friend the nurse didn’t go in because she was busy doing other things; dispensing medication.

But she was told that when the orderly went in the room it was surrounded by a fog. He’s sitting on the bed free of his leathers! He was chanting something and he had the necklace around his neck. Several doctors were called in along with security. She learned all of this after the fact because she was busy at the nurses station tending to the other patients. She seen the commotion but she didn’t get the full story until the next day. What she learned was that two doctors and one orderly had to take some time off and that they had to seek counseling.

Usually for a patient to be transported from the psych ward to the state facility takes at least 4 to 5 days, not so. That very night that man was transported to the state hospital and my friend the nurse was told not to talk about this, let alone to the doctors and orderlies who are on medical leave. She was told that whatever the doctors and the orderly witnessed terrify them so much that they had to take a medical leave and get counseling.

GET ‘EM OUTTA HERE

A friend who’s in the hospice business has told me several times that when a resident dies, the funeral home reps try their best to be discreet. They pull in a stainless steel ‘cart’ draped with a white linen, much like hotel maintenance. Once inside the room with the decedent, the body is placed IN the cart, covered and wheeled out. The idea being all is concealed from the other residents. They’re on to it though, quickly take a head count and say things like: ‘Is it so and so? Aww.’

RAPPA -TAP- TAP

This one is really good! a friend of mine’s mom worked in a nursing home the night shift. Now all the nurses talk about those who they expect to die soon or pass in the night. They expected patient number one not to make it through the night. Sometime in the wee morning hours, a rapping sound a knocking or a pounding sound Was Heard to come from patient number one’s room. A few the nurses ran into the room and there behind the wall was a loud knock rapping knock pounding as they described it. At first they thought you know it was pipes rattling but it became so loud and obnoxious that they thought for sure it would disturb the peace in the serenity which they were trying to create to allow patient number one to pass.

The knocking increased and they couldn’t stop it. It was so loud it alerted an orderly on duty and also the security guard on duty. No one can figure it out. It lingered above the headboard and then started to move. It moved through that wall in on across the hall to the next patient number 2! as soon as I left patient number ones room though they flatlined. the nurses at first let the patient go because it was their time so they were busy pronouncing.

Patient number two though was just sleeping but the knock was so loud it woke them as well. Now the orderly security guard and available nurse are in that room trying to discern what this noise is. It was scary to them to say the least and sure enough the noise rested above the headboard and then moved through the wall and down again through the hall to Patient number 3’s room. Once it left patient number two they went into arrest! The nurse started working on number two and yelling for help.

The orderly and the security guard continue to follow the noise into patient numbers threes room. Patient number 3 was just in there for rehabilitation. The noise of course I woke the dead literally. It’s moving through the walls and lingers right above the head of patient three.

Patient two dies! a nurse rushes in to tell the security guard in the orderly that patient number to has died. no sooner the sound moves the banging the rattling all moves and this time it goes up to the roof.

The security guard and orderly follow all the way up to the roof and climb and the noise ceases.

Patient number three goes into arrest and dies and they cannot revive him.

Now this nurse who worked at this nursing home the tests that they all believe that the angel of death came there and took three! this was a story she has told many times and her family as well familiar with it so I can only say that it must be true!

When Ghosts Linger – I Tell Them I’m Busy!

I’ve had quite a few ghost encounters over the years and I’ve got to tell you, that as I get older, I’m just too darn busy for it. I don’t have that kind of time. I’m tired. I usually say a Hail Mary and go to sleep.

I’m not sure why I’ve had so many encounters sure it’s always intrigued me and yeah I’m scared as anybody else when it comes to death and dying. Sure I’m morbid you can tell by my post. The only other thing I could think of is because I am just searching for good. I want to get as close to Hope and God and the Saints as possible.

THE MIST

So we’ll start from my first incident. I was little and it was the night my grandma died.
Mom was at the hospital. Dad was home with me and my younger sister. My older sister had moved out, so had my older brother. It was about I’d say 1 or 2 a.m. My mom had finally gotten home, I heard her downstairs and I woke to see standing in my bedroom doorway a mist. Now we had the old crossbars the same pattern that most old farm-houses had and this mist came right below the top crossbeam portion of the door. So fairly short. I could make out the outline of the head and shoulders. It was a mist, not a fog. I could almost see the dot particles. I got scared the moment I knew it was a ghost. And starting from the legs up – at an angle, it started to vanish. It was out of a movie. I threw the covers over my head and went to sleep. I didn’t have that kind of time. I had school in the morning!

ART MUSEUM CAPER

Several years back I went to the local art museum with a friend. When we got to the so-called German room immediately I noticed it was cold and different than the other rooms in a way that I just didn’t want to be there. Back then, I wasn’t very open about things and I said to the friend that I disn’t like this room and I was shocked to find out that she felt the same way. Encouraged I went up to the curator, there was one standing in every room just so you wouldn’t touch or I guess steal like something out of Scooby-Doo.I coyly asked if this room is haunted. He was very receptive and said “Oh jeez you need to talk to the night crew. Have they got stories for you!” I said I wish I could talk to them that would have been a great story but I asked about this room in particular. He went on and said “Oh yeah definitely this room but a lot of other places to throughout the museum.” I have yet to find one story out on the internet about that museum being haunted!

FARMHOUSE SPIRAL

About 10 years now I made a couple of low budget horror movies, yeah I know everybody has to try it least once! I had a great location of a dilapidated Farmhouse with collapsing Barn Silo the whole shebang. The owners lived in a distant Farmhouse way across the cornfield and so they would drive over periodically on their four wheelers. A couple of times I heard them tell some of the people hanging around, about the place being haunted and seeing glowing things late at night from afar, excetra excetra. I really didn’t have time for it I was really busy just trying to get that freaking film made. But about 1:30 in the morning I was outside the house but everyone else was inside the house filming. I was rummaging through my Jeep trying to find something or other for the film set. Once found I was trying to beat feet inside the house when,lo and behold there was a mist spiraling,like really spiraling, sprawling with a point coming right towards me from the house kitchen door! I paused for just a second to take it all in to make sure what I was seeing was right. It was a controlled mist spiraling towards me with a point. This thing must have been an easy 15 ft long. Again this was not fog. I knew exactly what it was when I seen it because I had seen something similar before ( see my above post). of course the kitchen door was the way we were getting in and out and it was the only way in and out you see the kitchen floor had partially collapsed the porch was caved in it was our only access because part of the roof was missing in this house. it wasn’t a basement stairway it was just a drop everything had deteriorated. the Miss was blocking my only way in so I confronted it. I said to it “I don’t have time for this I’ve got to get in there!” and I ran went right through it open that door and ran right inside. And I continued to film and didnt say anything to anybody until a couple days later.

CHRISTMAS BULB

the stories a little different. a few decades ago my brother-in-law committed suicide. this was in the spring and shortly thereafter me and my other sister moved in with my oldest sister whose husband had just killed himself. now it was a difficult time for everyone especially of course my little sister. We were all living in the house they had shared. my younger sister who moved in had part-time custody of her son and he would come and stay and weekends now he was just a toddler. several times he told my sister that he had seen his uncle downstairs in his recliner. how we never seen anything up until that time and we just took it on faith that my nephew had in fact seen my brother-in-law killed himself. we never told his widow my older sister never.

Flash Forward now it’s Christmas season. my sister had a bi-level and she had a live tree and it was on the top level. now where the tree was close proximity to the first staircase Landing. that led to the front door and or to the next flight of stairs down to the ground level. I was standing maybe three foot away from the Christmas tree on the top floor will you could see down through the front door and all the in the side pains to the drive all the way to the road. my sister had a 500 foot footage from the road to the house. you can see anybody pulling in from the road and heading up the drive and have plenty of time to prepare for company. on this particular day my oldest sister the Widow was not home but me and my younger sister were. at the moment that I was standing there when my younger sister came in from the direction of the bedrooms. She was walking close to me telling me something or other just something trivial. Suddenly a bulb on the Christmas tree started to violently Shake. I thought there was a critter in the tree and I stepped back so did she!
The bulb started to really violently move and then it flew out straight in front of me lingered where I was standing and dropped right at my feet. We were taken aback and we looked at each other like “what the”?
At that moment I seen my sister starting to pull in the drive. My other sister said “don’t tell her”and I agreed not to. We just stood there at the Landing kind of taking in what just happened. Now my older sister was coming up the steps to the front door. When she opened the door the bulb moved, rolled towards the steps and ping ponged down steps and landed at her feet and stopped. I looked at my younger sister she looked at me and she mouth the words “don’t say anything.”

And we didn’t we just said that the bulb fell off the tree and kept silent all these years.

COLD SHOULDER

I was a graphic designer and I was with some clients as a big Warehouse. I was going over the designs and giving my sales pitch standing while they were seated at my desk. Now this was a big showroom and a huge Warehouse and out of my peripheral vision I knew that there was no one else in this area but me and the couple who I was trying to design for. They had asked a question and I was in the middle of giving my spiel, When I heard a big heavy sigh in my ear and I was totally bumped in the shoulder as if someone was pushing me to get out of the way, like I was in their way! Now this physically moved me and I looked back like “how rude!” of course there was no one. I paused and looked at my clients like ‘did you hear that did you feel that did you see that?’ it was only a brief second and they stared up at me. I think they knew that something had happened but I continued on like a professional without skipping a Beat.

It just so happens that a friend of mine was friends with the sales rep who would come in to that same warehouse who happens to be a ‘sensitive.’Now this sensitive had to use the restroom the same and she went into a stall. She happened to look up and seen hands on the partition and then she could just sense the top of someone’s head as if they were hanging on the partition trying to peep over. She looked under and saw no feet. She held it and went to McDonald’s.

I decided to ask the third shift supervisor if anyone has seen anything at night and he said “boy you need to talk to the night crew!” I’ve heard that before!

Please share any stories in comments! Let me know how I’m doing. Thank you!

death the final moments the veil has parted

I’d like to share with you some stories I’ve collected over the years from industry professionals who witnessed death first-hand.

THE CRUSH

A policeman who happens to be my sister’s neighbor told of a gruesome Tale he was called late night to an industrial parkway. the maintenance worker on The Late Shift was missing after he went in to inspect the machine. all safety measures were in check but later when they started the machine they couldn’t find him. the machine became cotton stuck in a safety switch was thrown. his co-workers put two and two together called an ambulance and the police of course. when machines were parted in fried apart, the work was pancaked flattened just chunks a little flesh here and there. needless to say he and his fellow officer had to take two weeks off paid leave and speak to a psychologist he still won’t really elaborate or talk about it.

SEVERED

A paramedic a friend of mine now told her this tale that it happened the summer prior. his ambulance responded to a multi-vehicle accident. when they arrived on scene they realized it was extremely serious and they had to call for backup. they were trying to attend victims they realize a woman was crushed underneath the car. they had to try and rock the car and lift her to get her legs from out and under it. when I looked at the car now if they realize that she was severed in two. now you have to realize the whole time this morning was conscious and shocked and constantly screaming. all she would do was scream and scream and scream. he tried to pd ever witnessed anything like this he said that this woman screamed for an easy 10 to possibly 12 minutes before she expired and there was nothing anyone could do for her she was just in total shock tonone of these paramedics nor fireman replacement had ever witnessed anything like this he said that this woman screamed for an easy 10 to possibly 12 minutes before she expired and there was nothing anyone could do for her she was just in total shock just screaming.

BODY COLLECTOR

I work with a guy who previously worked for a funeral home. He would pick up flowers help with things like burials and of course do an embalming here and there. But when he enjoyed the most was picking up bodies.

He had a lot of stories about carrying overweight people down steps and how they would get stuck and that they could barely lift some of them. but his favorite tail was when he came upon a motorcycle accident where they at hit a tree it was a man and a woman. They were killed instantly. and has he was scraping the girls brains into a plastic baggie and any organs that he could found that are still quivering. the police and a paramedic were searching for the man’s missing arm soon send the body collector had to help too. she said after about 20 minutes or so somebody finally spotted it as a flashlight high up in the tree he said it was an easy 30 feet high in the tree just dangling off of limb. he had to wait for a fireman to get it down so he could take it back to the funeral home with the rest of the pieces.

CLOSED CASKET

my ex sister-in-law told me how she had to go to the funeral home a friend of hers husband had died in a car accident and it was a bad one. it was a head-on collision and it was closed casket at the funeral home. she went to the the service just before burial and attended the burial service. as these things go after the service and prior to cemetery all friends Horace Court it out and asked to wait until their cars while the family takes a final look at the deceased. my ex sister-in-law was going to wait for a friend and she waited outside in the lobby the doors were shut to the visitation room and the casket was opened for the family to take a final look and remember this was closed for a reason. when it was opened she heard about 3 different screams. later months later she was told and it was so horrific because there was nothing left of his head.

THE VEIL PARTED

The next three stories are a bit more Supernatural.

CIRCLED CALENDAR

childhood friend of mine told me about a recent death of one of her brothers friends. it was a big weekend Excursion the next state over and they were all having fun riding in the back of a open pickup. they were all taking turns just running and jumping onto the truck and this guy did too. who is Don little fast and he missed and he rolled right alongside the road. his injuries for severe enough that he died on the same. what’s interesting is that a few days after his death his mom was reading through his room and have him to look on the calendar and their marked on the calendar which no nothing else was marked no specific dates nothing just did your generic blank calendar. This guy had circled the date of his death. Did he know beforehand? His mother feels he did.

THE CALLING

and then my mother now told of how she knew she needed to become a nun. when she was a toddler a little boy become into a room at night he would ask where where is Mommy? now she being small really didn’t know but they play at night all night until she fell asleep. this would happen for months on end and then she started to draw little pictures of them at first when her mom seen this she just thought it was you know the imaginary friend. after a while and the pictures became more frequent, your mother asked what’s the little boy’s name was. Now this future nun told her his name. her mother started crying hysterically. and on this night she waited up with her daughter all night long until the boy showed. and you did show in the wee hours of the morning and when the mother seemed a little boy she immediately reached out for him and it in a beam of white light the mother help the boy she was crying told him over and over how much she loved them and the bean and the boy disappeared and he never came back. this boy was the teacher nuns brother who died years before she was born. the little girl in new van the mystery of God and she believed she vowed to become a nun and she is still one to this day.

DISCOVERY

Big news to hit my small town in the early 70’s was the discovery of a body by two brothers. they were riding their dirt bikes and a newly plowed corn field. they ran over skeletal remains of a man. I never did identify the body the composite sketches were posted nothing was ever found and it’s another cold case. my father was driving late night in that area and it hurts somebody yell for help but being kind of man he was quickly got out of there. months later the boys rn over his bones.

Flash Forward 20 years later. my sister-in-law was engaged to one of those boys who have found that body. I hate that her house many times and we all heard him tell the tale. he and his brother were scared crapless 4 years after that. about a year later this guy himself was killed in a car accident he hit a tree.

but here’s the Supernatural part of it. his fiancee told everyone that is calling hours what had happened prior. He and his family were latent Catholics. for the week earlier he insisted that a Priest come over to the house and talk to him. it was a private conversation and his parents were baffled as well as his fiance but he felt the need to speak to the Priest. at the funeral home of course the parents asked the priest what was said and the priest told them that God sometimes gives people the grace to know beforehand when their time is ending. This man was told by God he knew, that his life was going to come to an end soon. he didn’t know how but he knew it was coming and he wanted to talk to the Priest