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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!

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 Prosperity Code

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

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

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

CHILDHOOD

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

ADULTHOOD

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

FUTURE

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

 

ANALYSIS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Thank You

The Omnific Word

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Secrets Buried With The Dead…and Forgotten

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Please read The Gospel Of St. Thomas now….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!