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Mom Has Died

Blindsided By Death…

I’m saddened to say that we buried Mom less than a month ago. Even though she had several ailments, we weren’t suspecting a possible stroke. All of us knew it would be an uphill battle, but we had hoped with therapy, she could swallow and hopefully, speak by Thanksgiving. Complication after complication mounted. Her weakened body, struggled to stay alive for us. She tried to breathe without the ventilator for exactly 24 hours.

Hard To Watch…

All of our prayers, joined together with parishioners, neighbors and friends could not bring about a miracle. So, our prayers changed for a miracle of another kind, that she dies soon as to relieve her suffering. Mom had a living will, so no extreme measures were to be taken. Due to the stroke, early on she tried to speak and sometimes you could decipher a word. But, as the days went on, she became weaker. Her not being able to tell each one of us something private, personal, left us without closure. Seeing your mother cry out of frustration and fear, took resolve not to react.

Dying Is Not Peaceful – She Suffered

Mom had shallow, labored breathing exactly two hours after being removed from the ventilator. The moment she started coughing and gasping for air the team had warned us, she would be switching from medical care to comfort care. Once that moment came, I feverishly prayed aloud for her soul. Afterall, what was left? We were losing Mom. They gave her more oxygen, until the pain medicine, which was given every 15 minutes started to relax her. Most of us stayed with her for another 8 hours, not expecting her to survive long, according to the medical team.

Clinging To Life

At 3:00 A.M. I called the hospital. There was still no change in Mom. Of course, it was hard to sleep, but I needed to stay home with Dad. Three hours later, more family was at the hospital, by her side. Still, her rhythmic, gasping breathing happened. Mom eyes closed, mouth open, lie motionless as the medication eased her struggle. When I arrived at 8:30 A.M., to relieve some family and pray more for her soul, I noticed here and there her breathing would take a split second longer.

Hospice Paperwork

Since Mom was in ICU, and not expected to live much longer, the hospital needed to move her to their Hospice wing. Dad signed the paperwork in the ICU waiting room. Later, the Hospice Doctor came by to see Mom and speak a little about what would happen. He examined her hands and feet. Took her pulse. He told me by his guess a few hours. I had heard that the dying waits for their family to leave until they pass. I asked him about this, and he explained that in his experience it’s either that OR they are waiting on a loved one to come. Yes, one wasn’t present, but had spoken on the phone. He paused and said, “Are you religious?” I said we are crazy Catholics and have been praying for her soul. He said; “Great. She should be fine.” I didn’t ask him to elaborate. I needed to start praying at her bedside.

Waxy Color

About this time, alone with Mom I noticed how yellow she was. The term “waxy” I had heard many times describing the dead and dying. But now I understood that to mean like the look of wax beans. The pale yellow, semi-translucent skin. Mom had purple and red small bruise-like spots over her arms and on her fingertips. Her feet were cold and then sometimes hot. Her left arm and leg had swollen, due to the stroke and lack of movement.

Her Death

After praying for her soul, really begging that her suffering be reparation for her purgatory, I spoke to her. I have known for some time that the dying can hear you. So, I had told her anything noteworthy about what was happening to her as well as any family concerns. This time, regardless of any past issues, troubles, I let Mom know something she has probably never heard. It dawned on me that neither her parents (which were never involved with her) nor her sisters or family had ever told her what she needed to hear. So, I told her. I told my mother that she was a success. That she was successful, more so than anyone in her immediate family. I told her that it was okay to go. And to look for the light.

I Took A Break

I let one of my family members know that I was going to step out, but that I should be back in about one hour. I no sooner drove about 2 miles from the hospital when I received the call. Mom stopped breathing; a nurse called for a doctor. When I returned to the hospital, Mom had been pronounced about 10 minutes prior. The nurse and family confirmed that as soon as they had mentioned aloud in front of Mom that I had left, her breathing became few and far between.

We Stayed With Her Body

Dad and I stayed with Mom for 2 and a half hours after her death. Mostly silent. I touched her hands and her face, her feet and her arms. I stroked her hair – all things we were never permitted to do while she lived. When I started to cry, I realized that I cried for myself out of pity and fear. I still repeat that over and over. I had taken a moment to call the funeral home of choice, there with Mom. I didn’t realize that she would go to the hospital morgue. Once received there, later most likely late into the night the funeral workers would transport her to the funeral home. Thus began the process of preparing for the funeral…

Limbo: Not All Souls Who Wander Are Lost…

I’ve read and experienced, that the dead communicate through dreams.

During prayer I asked that if any poor souls, albeit if I had worked with them and not even known them, needed my intercession to let me be made aware. As par for the course, two days later I had the following dream.

The Funeral Home.

I found myself in the main showing room of a vast, formal funeral home. I knew it was a funeral home and, like those you are familiar with, it was well lit with many lamps, coffee tables, loveseat, chairs and a desk. All the furnishings facing towards the lights. The was a massive funeral home. The ceiling soared almost cathedral-like. And like many funeral homes, there were partitions. This well-lit section was huge possibly enormous 75 feet wide by 50 in depth before the open partitions. These open, looming sliding solid wood paneled doors, divided the showroom from the foyer. As you approached the partition doors, the room became dimmer and dimmer. Centered squarely in the foyer was an ascending staircase. Upon the landing the railing went to the left and right, with the second floor disappearing in the darkness. I knew not to cross over the threshold of the partition doors, into the darkened foyer.

Three cats to comfort me …

I soon realized that three of “my” cats were with me in the showroom. They were comfortable, sitting on tables and the desk. I knew they were mine and clearly recognized one of them that I currently have. I felt the foreboding, I knew I didn’t want to be there, but I was aware that I must stay. Again, like typical funeral homes, I made my way instinctively to the kitchen. It was off to the right of the showroom, so no need to enter the foyer.

The Kitchen

Once I entered the small kitchen, I went to the sink and peered out the window. It was dusk outside. The cat I recognized, jumped on the countertop. I opened a cabinet door to find her something to eat. It was then that while still looking out the window, I said to myself: “If I could only make it to morning I’ll be fine. I must stay until then.”

Return To The Showroom…

Once back into the showroom, I thought: “I need to stay here by the desk, sofas, in the light until morning.” I was uneasy about the open partition doors. This opening, humongous, approximately 30 feet wide, made me insecure. I felt the need to have it closed. But yet, it remained open. I was not to attempt to close them. I innately knew I could have crossed over into the darkened area, I was permitted, but with reserve. I didn’t want to go but would have if the need arose. I scanned the showroom to make sure all the cats were accounted for, and well clear of the dimly lit area. I told the cats to stay on this side of the room. I looked at the sofa by the desk, again, all furniture faced away from the looming doors. I thought: “Good, I won’t be looking that direction. I can wait out the night.”

The Young Woman

Just then I looked up at the darkened opening of the doors. I caught glimpse of her walking mid-way through the foyer. Striding easily, from right to left, a young thirty something, woman. She had long blonde hair, pulled back and wearing a distinctive red vest. The vests worn by the big box home improvement retail chain. (Remember I had asked if any former co-workers known or unknown in need). I did not know recognize her, but of course remembered the workplace. I immediately yelled: “Hey!” She turned her head to face me but continued her pace until she disappeared from the frame of the doors, into the hidden darkness of the foyer.

I Pursued Her…

Without hesitation, I quickly went after her into the darkness around the left partition door. She was there but lying down in the dark. The residual light from the showroom enabled me to see her. I bent over her and said: “Do you know you’re dead? You can’t stay here in this darkness? You need to be with God.” I was insistent. She sat up and said: “No, I like it here. I’m staying. You should come here, too.” I was incredulous; “Why would you like it here? No, no, this isn’t good.”

Justification, Persuasion…

The deceased woman stood and tried to influence me by saying: “I can do what I want here, I’m staying.” She tried to coax, justifying her reasoning. She waved me on as she went deeper into the dark. I had the impression there were a sparse few along with her. Amazed I shook it off and stepped back into the showroom.

The Dream Ended…

Immediately the dream ended. Upon awakening, I knew that not all souls want to be prayed for. A token few like where they are at. They do not want to be helped along. They want to roam in limbo. It was a revelation to me. I have no idea who she was but, apparently, we worked for the same company at one time. Also, I feel for me the “three” cats meant safety, a sort of security, like home. As you can read, this was an Indepth dream, with a clear message for me. And I didn’t fail to receive it!

Dead Body “Blubber”

Tales From A Funeral Home Mortuary Plumber…

Another fantastic tale from an unlikely source, your commercial/residential local plumber. A mutual friend of mine told me about her run-in with her companies’ plumber. After fixing their restroom sink, the plumber met her for payment. He went onto tell her about his years as a commercial plumber. So let’s begin…

He started out as an apprentice for a local plumbing company. Since he was low on the totem, he was given all of the grunt work and grimy jobs. He was usually teamed with a journeyman plumber. His first solo assignment was at the local metro hospital. There was a backup clog suspected to be originating from the basement. Maintenance lead him down into the dimly lit basement, where he drilled open access panels. From there down in “the pit” he started to smell it. After cutting the water supply, he wrenched open all threaded sections until he located the source.

THE SMELL…

He knew he found the source, because the smell preceded it. After cutting the section of pipe, that when he first seen “it.”

THE “BLUBBER”

There inside the pipe, lining the walls, blocking the center was the “blubber.” The “blubber,” a yellowish white, substance that resembled a jiggly like mayonnaise or Go-Jo hand cleaner. The stench was over-powering. After attempting to scoop it out, he made the decision to cut in a new section of pipe.

Coming Up For Air…

He needed to breathe, so enroute he encountered the maintenance worker who let him know that the “blubber” he found was actually human fat! The network of pipe connects the surgery rooms to the hospital morgue. And over the years the buildup of fat collects in the pipes causing the back-up. It was explained that during the prep in the hospital morgue, that all fluids and fat are drained from the bodies – right down the drain.

Once completed, he crawled out of “the pit” and called into his employer. He had to go home. He went immediately home to shower and throw out his clothes. But – now he was considered the “blubber” specialist.

FUNERAL HOME “Blubber”

From there, he became the ‘go-to’ plumber for several area funeral homes. It was explained to him that, during the embalming process, all fluids, blood, infections, fat are sucked and washed away before the preservation can begin. Now, he arrives fully aware of the stench and wears disposable clothing. He also factors in a stop home to shower and change. He digs up the drains, cleans up pipes or replaces existing. Still the “blubber” and the are smell over-powering.

His Own Company – after gaining a reputation, he started his own plumbing company. He scored several more funeral homes – and another hospital.

Another Hospital

The latest account, another hospital had a serious clog, so once again he suited up and went in. A similar scenario of basement level pipe layout. Again, there was an access pit. He could smell it…

“PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, DON’T LET IT CONNECT TO THE MORGUE…”

As he was wrenching on the pipe the odor made him gag. “Please, please, please don’t let it connect to the morgue!” He was muttering. Yes, it did connect to the morgue. Coming up for air, he encountered a doctor. “How can you take that smell?” The doctor looked at him.

“DON’T YOU HAVE ANY PASTE?”

The doctor just looked at him. “Don’t you have any paste?” Here, those doctors and workers use a waxy paste on their upper lip/under their nose to cancel out the odor. The doctor was amazed that the plumber was able to withstand the odor. He said –

“YOU’LL SMELL THAT FOR A MONTH”

The plumber was given the paste and now puts it on every service call to a hospital or funeral home!

HAUNTED ESTATE SALE CLOTHING

When asked about any clinging ghosts, he had several stories to tell. These were from a different sort. His parents are both auctioneers. And the plumber collects vintage men’s clothing. If he finds something that fits, he absolutely adds it to his collection. Once home, things start to happen.

Kitchen cabinets are heard clanking and banging. Out of the corner of his eye, dark, darting shadows. Rapping on walls and windows.

Several Girlfriends Have Left Him

He’s went through several girlfriends who just can’t take the commotion. He even relocated, purchased a new to him home, and the ghosts came with him! She left him.

HE MOVED

He did move, met someone new and things went smoothly. Then he was taking a shower. As he was shaving, he seen it in the mirror. The hand towel on the rack started to shake. It was shaking violently. There was no tremor. He knew it followed him – again. He’s hoping that his new girlfriend doesn’t leave him.

He told my friend several times – “I think I attract them.”

My question is this – does the “blubber” flush into our water supply?


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!

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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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!