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MUSHROOMHEAD 1993
I’m going to write a series on my Cleveland concert going in the 90’s…and it wouldn’t be the 90’s in Cleveland without Mushroomhead!
I want to talk to you about all the fun I had at the infamous Agora in Cleveland Ohio. I want you to believe all the stories you’ve heard – Cleveland really does Rock. I’ve experienced so many Fantastic unbelievable garish sinfully outrageous bizarre concerts people and Situations at the awesome Agora and of course in the early days and the hey day of Mushroomhead! Because during the 90s it was nothing for me to see about 80 concerts a year, I feel it’s really important to document for those of you who weren’t there who wish you could have been there and those of you who should have been there to read and understand all about it.
I Cannot say enough about the Agora it’s my absolute favorite place to see a show in Cleveland. For one, it was general admission, my favorite. You could get as close or as far as you needed to be from the stage.
But first, the exterior… parking was so far away you had to walk a few blocks because the parking lot was always full, but the best spot was by a now-defunct Mr. Hero or the gas station right across the road on East 55th. You would have to start lining up along Euclid and wait in line until you got into the building. Posters that would line the side of the building, all from the 70s – half of the Bands I didn’t even know but I knew that they were important to Cleveland. By the time you were able to get in and you’d enter through a foyer and hallway and then you would turn to the left there would be the ticket window to the right and you’d have to go up some steps before you get stamps and later you’d have to get patted down but that’s after a lot of fisticuff. Being patted down in the metal detectors – that became normal probably I say sometime in about 94 when Mushroomhead started getting pretty gosh darn big. After getting through security there was a smaller bar to your right and one larger bar to your left and then there was the merch table you descend down some steps and there’d be all the Mushroomhead merch you want to fight over.
THE BALLROOM
It was separated into two venues joined by a common big huge hall, one was called the ballroom my absolute – favorite because it was so small and so near the bars and you had to walk down a another flight of steps to get down to it. It’s just a fantastic place you’d be smashed in there, so much fun. I’ll probably talk about that later. Mushroomhead was just too big to play in that section. Just wasn’t big enough to hold the crowds and Mushroomhead drew so big for a local band it was so hard to even get a ticket and I’ll go into that later too. The interior is so Majestic and has all these plaster reliefs I know they were crumbling but it was so royal it was almost like a museum. And then there are balconies . I never really went up there because I wanted to be close to the band but if you haven’t seen it you’ve got to.
THE THEATRE
The big theatre that’s where Mushroomhead played you’d walk through those doors they would be a Bar to the extreme right and then there would be all these rows of seats set up like a theater rotund so they would descend to the left and to the right. Along the walls they were series of steps then Plateau series of steps of plateau series of steps and then finally you would come down to the orchestra where you could descend the steps. It was huge space before the stage and the stage is up pretty high. Huge stage and a vast open space like I said they were balconies but they were also private to the left into the right more little private balcony booths. Again all kinds of plaster reliefs just an awesome awesome place.
Mushroomhead at the Agora would usually bring outstanding supporting bands with them local bands like Runt, 13 Faces of course Mushroomhead side project 216. In the early days Mushroomhead with string together a curtain of brown craft paper they would play all their intros and then Yank It Down they come out with wearing all kinds of masks- gas masks Ace Frehley mask Pig – Good Times. The original Roxy and Mario would be there all decadent. And the crowd would go wild they were hostile, violent, push you around crowd-surf all night long – but if you fell they would help you up it was a rarity when things got out of hand. Sometimes especially if guys got too drunk they would get it ejected. And I’m telling you I’ve never seen so much crowd euphoria and audience participation I mean from the get-go Mushroomhead had it. I’ve been to many kinds of shows and I know Mushroomhead are fans and I love Kiss, too, but I got to tell you nothing absolutely nothing could top a 90s Mushroomhead show – I’m talking even before the camo.
Mushroomhead became so big that ticket agencies started carrying their tickets. I stayed down in the pit but far enough away so I wouldn’t get smashed or too many people would fall on me that happened a lot. I lost a couple of shoes but being a short girl I just knew I wanted to be down in that action and they were loud make no mistake about it – my ears know and I’ve lost some hearing from too many shows but in order to get that full experience you had to be there! Like I said I’ve been to many Kiss shows but the level of people dressing like their heroes from Mushroomhead was crazy. Especially in the beginning when the mask was something that you could probably find at a store good stuff. A lot of the more risky girls would dress like Roxy. But I never understood why none of the guys tried to be like Mario, darn! As a footnote I wonder where that guy is now!
Mushroomhead used to toss all kinds of stuff into the crowd, sometimes their merch but mostly just things they bought specifically for the show. Speaking of merch even in the early days they had VHS then later DVDs stickers patches I remember them having jumpsuits masks and this was before all the camo of super Buick CD. Back in the crowd there were guys who landed on my head and I haven’t even touched on the Halloween shows so let’s start there.
HALLOWEEN
Mushroomhead Halloween at The Agora soon became legendary…. everyone would scramble to get a ticket. They have the biggest best show for Halloween they design stages specifically for the shows and they were super fun and again I’m talking about the Jman years. And anything with Jman was outstanding. Remember this was the 90’s so I was dressed as Batgirl. I remember trying to crawl out of the pit but somebody was stepping on my cape! There was a lot of booze beer pot crazy women trying to be Roxy, not too many Mario’s though! The Mush guys before the show with mingle in the crowd sometimes without their masks or makeup and then of course after the show. It was so unbelievably crowded in there a lot of guys sweating slimy drunk puking in the trash cans but it was so thrilling. I would take friends of mine who in no way shape form or means even remotely liked metal music, they’d go once and experienced it and want to come again! Problem of course was getting the money up to buy everyone’s ticket! So usually I’d have to rotate friends but from 93 on until Jman left I never missed a show. Only later after I experienced Waylon it just wasn’t the same for me I’m sure it wasn’t the same for a lot. There would be lines to the restroom people passed out sometimes the bouncers dragging guys out the side doors. The bar inside the theater was always lined up. The balconies were full of private parties amps were loud but luckily my hearing lost helped a lot.
The Faded Elegance of the Agora cannot be topped and one time when I did get a little tipsy cuz I’m usually light-duty and I don’t drink much. All I remember about a Mushroomhead show are three things – confetti, two tall guys looking down saying ‘ are you okay’ and my one friend in a balcony yelling down to me ‘hey I got up here .’ After that only two screwdrivers for me period. Can’t say enough about the crowd and how everybody was just part of the fan base and we all got it. We all knew the music cues and what to say and how to react. I’ll never forget all the girls in the restroom passed out vomiting smoking .
I’ve seen it least 80 shows minimum at the Agora alone. That place just hold so many great fun memories. I absolutely love the way it was so dark in there when you want to see a band so you’re just focused in that atmosphere. I never did drugs and like I said I was a light drinker so I am so fully aware of all the great things that went on and all the bizarre things that people did. These people were probably doing some recreational drugs worse they were drunk but boy were they having a great time. You’ve never seen so many shirtless big guys all sweaty because they’re in the pit it was a rarity to see a guy who still had a shirt on. It was a huge party to get your aggression out and to be honest since I was in the pit I’d keep track of Jman and that was about it. I was too busy hearing the music and making sure then I got out of there alive.
But absolutely everyone who attended those shows won the lottery. You are a multi-millionaire if you attended those shows and were able to see them in succession. Now bear in mind I live a good hours drive from there but I would go to Cleveland every time for Mushroomhead and then some. I would be remiss if I didn’t thank the owners of the Agora for all those great shows. Cleveland really does Rock no doubt about it.
I did see some other great shows there so many I really have to write them all down and think about but those that stand out especially are 311 in the ballroom. I went to get my friend a beer and you have to cross the crowd to go up the steps to get to the bar by the time I got the beer went down the steps across the crowd to get to my friend the beer can was crushed and there might have been a quarter of the beer left – great freaking times!
Mushroomhead at the Agora wow you had to be there -you can’t even describe the atmosphere so much excitement just leading up to it and the other bands opening bands Runt so fun and angry 216 angry Mushroomhead they were ferocious but it was a good anger not a violent anger. Everyone who I took to experience it would want to go again and again and again. It was unbelievable it was a phenomenon. People would be lined up around that building waiting to get in.
We actually knew the parking lot attendants at the Mr. Hero section. They recognized us that’s how often we were there. I remember the man telling me he recognized quite a few of the people but us especially because we came from afar. Mushroomhead was kind of like a movement it was different listening to the CD you had to experience it. I’ve seen them relatively recently and again not even close to what they were. A show then was a tangible feeling of excitement and energy like nothing else I’ve experienced since.
If you want to one show you probably went to them to them all!
Long live The Belkins!!!
I’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
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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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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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!
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!
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!
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!
I’d like to share with you some stories I’ve collected over the years from industry professionals who witnessed death first-hand.
THE CRUSH
A policeman who happens to be my sister’s neighbor told of a gruesome Tale he was called late night to an industrial parkway. the maintenance worker on The Late Shift was missing after he went in to inspect the machine. all safety measures were in check but later when they started the machine they couldn’t find him. the machine became cotton stuck in a safety switch was thrown. his co-workers put two and two together called an ambulance and the police of course. when machines were parted in fried apart, the work was pancaked flattened just chunks a little flesh here and there. needless to say he and his fellow officer had to take two weeks off paid leave and speak to a psychologist he still won’t really elaborate or talk about it.
SEVERED
A paramedic a friend of mine now told her this tale that it happened the summer prior. his ambulance responded to a multi-vehicle accident. when they arrived on scene they realized it was extremely serious and they had to call for backup. they were trying to attend victims they realize a woman was crushed underneath the car. they had to try and rock the car and lift her to get her legs from out and under it. when I looked at the car now if they realize that she was severed in two. now you have to realize the whole time this morning was conscious and shocked and constantly screaming. all she would do was scream and scream and scream. he tried to pd ever witnessed anything like this he said that this woman screamed for an easy 10 to possibly 12 minutes before she expired and there was nothing anyone could do for her she was just in total shock tonone of these paramedics nor fireman replacement had ever witnessed anything like this he said that this woman screamed for an easy 10 to possibly 12 minutes before she expired and there was nothing anyone could do for her she was just in total shock just screaming.
BODY COLLECTOR
I work with a guy who previously worked for a funeral home. He would pick up flowers help with things like burials and of course do an embalming here and there. But when he enjoyed the most was picking up bodies.
He had a lot of stories about carrying overweight people down steps and how they would get stuck and that they could barely lift some of them. but his favorite tail was when he came upon a motorcycle accident where they at hit a tree it was a man and a woman. They were killed instantly. and has he was scraping the girls brains into a plastic baggie and any organs that he could found that are still quivering. the police and a paramedic were searching for the man’s missing arm soon send the body collector had to help too. she said after about 20 minutes or so somebody finally spotted it as a flashlight high up in the tree he said it was an easy 30 feet high in the tree just dangling off of limb. he had to wait for a fireman to get it down so he could take it back to the funeral home with the rest of the pieces.
CLOSED CASKET
my ex sister-in-law told me how she had to go to the funeral home a friend of hers husband had died in a car accident and it was a bad one. it was a head-on collision and it was closed casket at the funeral home. she went to the the service just before burial and attended the burial service. as these things go after the service and prior to cemetery all friends Horace Court it out and asked to wait until their cars while the family takes a final look at the deceased. my ex sister-in-law was going to wait for a friend and she waited outside in the lobby the doors were shut to the visitation room and the casket was opened for the family to take a final look and remember this was closed for a reason. when it was opened she heard about 3 different screams. later months later she was told and it was so horrific because there was nothing left of his head.
THE VEIL PARTED
The next three stories are a bit more Supernatural.
CIRCLED CALENDAR
childhood friend of mine told me about a recent death of one of her brothers friends. it was a big weekend Excursion the next state over and they were all having fun riding in the back of a open pickup. they were all taking turns just running and jumping onto the truck and this guy did too. who is Don little fast and he missed and he rolled right alongside the road. his injuries for severe enough that he died on the same. what’s interesting is that a few days after his death his mom was reading through his room and have him to look on the calendar and their marked on the calendar which no nothing else was marked no specific dates nothing just did your generic blank calendar. This guy had circled the date of his death. Did he know beforehand? His mother feels he did.
THE CALLING
and then my mother now told of how she knew she needed to become a nun. when she was a toddler a little boy become into a room at night he would ask where where is Mommy? now she being small really didn’t know but they play at night all night until she fell asleep. this would happen for months on end and then she started to draw little pictures of them at first when her mom seen this she just thought it was you know the imaginary friend. after a while and the pictures became more frequent, your mother asked what’s the little boy’s name was. Now this future nun told her his name. her mother started crying hysterically. and on this night she waited up with her daughter all night long until the boy showed. and you did show in the wee hours of the morning and when the mother seemed a little boy she immediately reached out for him and it in a beam of white light the mother help the boy she was crying told him over and over how much she loved them and the bean and the boy disappeared and he never came back. this boy was the teacher nuns brother who died years before she was born. the little girl in new van the mystery of God and she believed she vowed to become a nun and she is still one to this day.
DISCOVERY
Big news to hit my small town in the early 70’s was the discovery of a body by two brothers. they were riding their dirt bikes and a newly plowed corn field. they ran over skeletal remains of a man. I never did identify the body the composite sketches were posted nothing was ever found and it’s another cold case. my father was driving late night in that area and it hurts somebody yell for help but being kind of man he was quickly got out of there. months later the boys rn over his bones.
Flash Forward 20 years later. my sister-in-law was engaged to one of those boys who have found that body. I hate that her house many times and we all heard him tell the tale. he and his brother were scared crapless 4 years after that. about a year later this guy himself was killed in a car accident he hit a tree.
but here’s the Supernatural part of it. his fiancee told everyone that is calling hours what had happened prior. He and his family were latent Catholics. for the week earlier he insisted that a Priest come over to the house and talk to him. it was a private conversation and his parents were baffled as well as his fiance but he felt the need to speak to the Priest. at the funeral home of course the parents asked the priest what was said and the priest told them that God sometimes gives people the grace to know beforehand when their time is ending. This man was told by God he knew, that his life was going to come to an end soon. he didn’t know how but he knew it was coming and he wanted to talk to the Priest
Rich and Strange! 