20 October 2016 0 Comments

An Uninvited Visitor


Like most people I have heard of the mythological creatures called Incubus and Succubus. Outside of documentaries and stories, I didn’t know much about them. They looked to me to be half demon and half fairy. They have the impression of darkness so I see a being that is half-bound to this reality and another realm that feasts upon humanities life force, the living essence of vivacity. Perhaps they are kin to vampires but these beings seem more interested in depleting us just enough to keep us going … yup just like vampires.  One such visitor came calling and he had my name written in the palms of his clammy and distorted fiendish hands.

My story starts in the most unassuming way, a visit to some close friend’s house with Michael on a Saturday. We enjoyed dinner, conversation and dessert. As the evening progressed I felt something strange come in contact with me. It was as if something touched my aura first and then came closer with a more subtle touch, caressing my back. Within an instant it decided to go right through me.  I wasn’t sure what it was but to be honest, I had just drunk my second Margarita so I thought it was me feeling a bit tipsy.

There was something old that I came across in our friend’s home; it might have been a mirror or an unusual antique piece. Usually I keep my wits about me when I am around antiques but this was our friend’s house so I dropped my guard but really, why would I need to worry?

Always play it safe. Do as I say not as I do.

I was feeling so tired, beyond just the normal tired as the night went on. We eventually left later than expected and got home just before midnight. We both fell into what seemed like a deep and welcoming slumber. The next morning I felt like I had been run over by a freight train. It was as if I didn’t sleep at all and it was all I could do to get out of bed. Michael was fine and got up much earlier than me. As I walked into the kitchen I could tell by the look on Michael’s face that I looked like the walking dead.

Let me explain the feelings I was experiencing, the exhaustion I felt was like the plague. And okay, I’ll admit it, I was moody and Michael soon realized that I needed time to wake up so I wouldn’t growl at him. Think of the noises that zombies make when they go after someone and that’s how I sounded. I was in such a high state of fatigue that I almost fell over. My mind was muddy and my normal state of awareness was catatonic. Time stopped and all I could do was feel my heart beating in my chest almost like it was working overtime or trying to catch up to itself. I knew something was wrong but at this point I just thought I was coming down with a cold.

Monday, I didn’t feel like myself but I had a little more energy than the day before. I remember a restless sleep and constantly waking up the night before. I obviously thwarted off something. I can say this now because as the week progressed it was to prove that something was feasting off me.

Tuesday, walking from my bed to the bathroom was an Olympian feat. I was weak and felt like I had been drained of everything inside my body, brains included!

Rocky, one of our two family dogs loves to sleep on the bed especially at night. Two nights of that week, I woke up in the morning to her sleeping on the floor. I mean, you would have to literally physically move her off the bed at times so it was very strange that she moved off on her own.

On Wednesday, I woke up again tired and feeling weak. I was tired of feeling tired and because I was so tired I thought I must be gravely ill. I was thinking of writing a will, that’s how bad I felt.

As an Empath, I didn’t pick up on anything because I was so exhausted but as luck would have it I got a break because Thursday morning changed everything. I woke up at 5:33am in the morning to let the dogs out to use the bathroom. I went back to bed and something really interesting happened. I awoke moments later to the blankets being pulled off me from my left shoulder down to my waist. I was lying on my right side so I had my cat up against my back and Rocky was a little further away from me, snoring.

I was confused at first because I thought it was Rocky or the cat pulling the covers off me by moving around on the bed. Yet, this was a different feeling. It felt as if the air got sucked out of the room like a vacuum. As I opened my eyes and looked up, I saw a shadow figure at the foot of the bed . It was tall, about 7 to 8 feet tall with a really weird body. Think of a large bat with a small head and large wings folded in. The silhouette of this thing gave the impression that it looked vampiric, kind of like something out of an old scary movie.

I said, “What the hell are you doing in my room?”

As soon as it knew I was awake, it flew right into my mirror over my dresser. I sat up in bed and suddenly realized that for a week, this thing had been sucking me dry. Once I knew what it was, I knew that that was half the battle. These dark entities don’t like to be seen and they don’t like to be recognized for what they are. It would be harder for it to come back especially since it was obviously hiding from me. They truly do wallow in their own anonymity.

I wanted to yell, “I saw you sucker!”

That morning, I did a ceremony and blocked it from coming back. I’m still a little weary of my mirror but for the most part I know that this thing can’t come back through the mirror again. Mirrors are after all portals so just remember that there is always another side to a mirror.  At any given time we don’t know what’s watching us from this other side. I know, what a scary thought but Halloween is just around the corner so be vigilant and make sure your reflection is truly your own!






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14 October 2016 0 Comments

The Connection between Egyptians and the Native Americans



Years ago when I was in Egypt, I realized that the Native Americans and ancient Egyptians had a lot in common especially regarding their awareness of  the unseen world and remembering their antediluvian past and living with this knowledge in their day to day life . What is the most potent aspect of our existence; it’s the chance of a tomorrow. Even though the ancient Egyptians understood the importance of the afterlife, they also realized that their day to day life style had to be symbolic of a learned knowledge, the skills of the ancient ones and the ability to pass on their customs to each generation.

The Khan el-Khalili bazaar in Cairo is definitely one of the most enchanting places I have ever been. Ancient energy mixed in with the modern hustle and bustle of life, created an intoxicating and mystical trance like state that made each step, a bursting renaissance. Perhaps this is what time travel feels like, everything swirling around absorbed into all the senses. The explosion of memories whether they are yours or someone else’s dances alongside every step you take … colliding into tourists and tinkers alike.

Sometimes I felt the wind of time gone by especially around the spice shops. There I saw everything imaginable from claws, bird heads and other sorts of exotic remedies for just about every ailment a person could possibly have. I was repulsed as much as I was intrigued by the raw and unassuming carcasses and objects just a few feet away from me. The smells of all the assortment of spices combined seemed familiar and yet so alien.

There were old shops that had the ambiance of mystical and magical enticements. One shop owner stated that he had a room upstairs that he only showed to his “favorite” customers. I’m sure he said this to everyone but my curiosity got the better of me and I knew I just had to see this room. We walked outside his shop to a creaky and very old door that looked ancient. He said it was many years old which I assumed had to be over 200 years old but my friend Ahmed said I had to think in terms of their history. That made touching it even more special. We walked up a winding staircase from the door that was so narrow that I had to angle myself slightly sideways. The smell of a musky odor filled my nostrils and I wondered if what I was smelling was life back hundreds of years.

The room was dark but when he opened the wooden shutters, light burst in bringing to life a kaleidoscope of color and wondrous and tantalizing treasures. My mouth dropped open and I realized that what I was looking at, very few people got to see. There were old assuit dresses, tapestries, old mirrors with painted motifs on them; old jewelry, old relics, furniture and the list went on. The room was small but jam-packed full of everything Egyptian royalty would ever need or at least it seemed.  I felt as if I had passed on and had gone directly into my afterlife with everything I could ever possibly need. I literally felt like an Egyptian princess with a déjà vu feeling coming over me. The old man looked at me and he knew what I was feeling, he pointed a finger at me and said, “Cleopatra is home.”

At various times back home in New Mexico, I have had the chance to visit many of the Reservations, most notably, Acoma Pueblo. The first time I ventured out was twenty years ago and I couldn’t figure out why it seemed so familiar to me even though I knew I hadn’t been there before. I realized after following our guide for awhile that it felt very much like Egypt did. You could have literally put Acoma Pueblo in Egypt and I never would have known the difference. It had the same ancient feeling that resonated with my innerself. All the pottery on the tables outside the homes could have fit perfectly with some of the villages I saw. The connection was mind boggling to me.

Ceremonies for the Egyptians were and still are just as important as they are for the Native Americans. I found that the Egyptians had an appreciation, devotion and anticipation for every aspect of the day and night. The Egyptians seemed to make the most mundane aspects of life look like a spectacular gift from the Gods. Native Americans appreciate and give thanks to the Grandfathers of Time in the same way.

It’s all in the eye of the beholder but in today’s day and age, one of the biggest problem is when appreciation even for the littlest things goes unnoticed. If we can focus on things that remind us to be grateful, I think the world around us would be a better place. This connection that the ancient Egyptians have with the Native Americans is a unique way of always seeing magic and brilliance in everything painted by the antediluvian spirits of old and that of the archaic hands of the Gods. It’s time people came back to their roots and started to appreciate what’s right in front of them instead of pining for what’s on the other side of the fence.

An Egyptian proverb says, “What you are doing does not matter so much as what you are learning from doing it.”   And another quote says, “The more you thank life, the more life gives you to be thankful for.”  We must see what’s around us in order to be grateful for what we have and perhaps this is the greatest gift from both Egyptians and Native Americans, the idea that we always have enough as long as we have ourselves.



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4 October 2016 0 Comments

The thinning of the Veil – Now?


I have been traveling for work over the last couple of weeks and last week a couple quite interesting events happened on my way home. On the return trip back through the airport, I was approaching a Chick- filet restaurant and I was looking at the menu standing in line. I was debating on whether to have cheese on my breakfast sandwich. I was still debating the subject (in my mind) when I was next in line to order, when the lady behind the counter said cheese or no cheese? I looked at her and said “what” – I had not ordered an item nor said a word to her at that point. So I asked her – did you read my mind? She just smiled.

I would not have thought much about this, but 20 minutes later a similar event occurred. I was sitting waiting to board the plane and I noticed a seat across from me that would work better when I boarded the plane, (Southwest line-up) my line-up number was on the other side of the numbered posts. As I stood up to make my move, out of the corner of my eye there was a man and his service dog approaching and I heard his wife say there is a couple of seats for us, (one of the same seats I was eyeing). So I sat down and as the man with the dog passed, he smiled and said –“Thank You”. I had never telegraphed my move other than in my mind, I had just stood up. Was he another person who read my mind? I think so.

So the next day I was with my fiancé and we were in a department store and looking for some” hand wipes” , we looked all over with no success. So we decided to look for an employee for some assistance. And there down an aisle was an employee stocking shelves. So we asked him where we could find some “wipes”, he looked a bit confused, but there in his hand were the “wipes”. We had to bring it to his attention, almost like he didn’t realized he had something in his hand, let alone the “wipes” we were looking for.

So three examples of telepathy and manifestation, within a very short time-frame. Why now? Is there a shift coming or is it here. Is humankind regaining its ability to read minds and manifesting its day to day needs- simply as finding hand wipes?

Sleep tight, we are entering an old era, when we won’t afraid to have our minds read and manifestation of our all needs was easy, like having an APP to get an UBER.


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23 September 2016 0 Comments

A Dogman Experience


Cryptids have always been in the background in my life experiences even when I worked cattle or packed up the Continental Divide in Colorado. I knew they existed but I always felt our paths wouldn’t cross at least yet. It wasn’t because I was so ignorant and ignored the reality of them, more so that I just wasn’t in that mind set and I truly believe that what we focus on, we intend into our reality. I guess in my younger days, I was dealing with the Medicine Way and understanding the implications of dealing with dark witches, spells and shape shifters.

When I met Michael, my fiancé, it seemed to be just a matter of time before these creatures started to show themselves. I had an experience with a Sasquatch name Loekey first and then the experience with Tulack, a Dogman who lives in the back area of the Sandia mountains in New Mexico. The day I saw him wasn’t in a secluded area, it was the beginning of a back road that leads to the top of the Sandias.  It was a holiday so there were a lot of people out having picnics or going for family hikes.

Michael and I forgot that it was a holiday but once we started up the winding road leading to the top of the mountains, we decided to stick with our plan to do some vortex photography. I’m sure that in the back of our minds, we never thought in a million years that we would see a Dogman or his companion, a large brown bear. It was just by chance we saw what many have seen in much scarier scenarios.

Our experience started as soon as I got out of the car and started to climb some rocks on the other side of a walk way. I had lost my balance and I was teeter tottering from left to right continually until I got my balance. I was babbling off something to Michael when he yelled,

“Rainbow watch out for that bear!”

I looked in front of me past the road towards a thicket of large bushes and saw massive haunches turning in front of me and the sound of branches being cracked and stepped on as it was running away. I guess almost falling over on the rocks must have scared it. I can only guess.

As I watched the bear run away, out of some trees to the right of it, I saw a very strange and I mean very strange person walking going opposite of the bear. Its stride was like something I’ve never seen especially a normal person do. For every step it took there must have been 4 to 5 feet in between each step which means that I was looking at something very tall. Its back was hunched over and at first I thought that maybe he was carrying a backpack. I mean, my mind was going a hundred miles a minute trying to figure out what exactly I was looking at. Then I realized that it wasn’t a backpack but the man’s back. Then I saw how strange the color of the man was. At this point I had no idea I wasn’t looking at a man. Its color was grey, purple and dark brown. There seemed to be patches of what looked like to me, purple but who knows what I was looking at.

It didn’t turn and look at me but kept at a very fast pace walking down what we eventually saw was a path. I said to Michael how weird this fellow was but he couldn’t see him. I than pointed to the location of where he went and as we walked in that direction, that is when the horrible feeling hit us both in the gut. Something told both of us to stay back. It was a clear message and one I was willing to ignore but not Michael. I wanted to go down the path further but he said it was too dangerous.

I must say, the feeling in our gut was like a slight punch, almost a nauseating feeling. It affected our heart rates and our adrenaline was racing. I could feel my heartbeat all over my body. It was at this point that I decided to take photos in the direction the strange hiker had gone.

It was in one of these photos that we captured what turned out to be a Dogman. He was standing and watching us as we were trying to figure out what to do next. We didn’t smell him at all; he didn’t have an odor any more than the bear did. But I must say, we sure did feel him.

We didn’t know what we had captured until we got home. It was quite the surprise and the beginning of my connection to Tulack, the Dogman.

It’s interesting having a connection with another creature that is not human outside of a Sasquatch. Tulack has relayed interesting information to me, the most obvious is that they don’t think like humans. They understand their place in the forests and they don’t put out their threatening stance to other animals in the forests except when they hunt. As far as how they interact with each other, he stated that they have an understanding with each other. He didn’t go into more details but I’m pretty sure that what we see on TV with Werewolf movies isn’t even close. Tulack said that he and the large brown bear have been palling around for years. People put human issues and temperaments to other creatures and beings that have nothing to do with them at all.

I think that through the 240 years the USA has been around that Cryptids have had numerous altercations with humans, learning we are a dangerous species. One thing that I want to point out is that a clear mind is better than a pointed gun when walking in the woods. There are those who will say that is ludicrous but I do believe that harmful intent attracts what it focuses on. Cryptids will always be elusive if they know people carry guns, they’ll never see them. It comes down to what kind of interaction a person wants with Cryptids.

As the future unfolds, hopefully I will have more interactions with both Dogman and Sasquatch.  Time will tell.

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16 September 2016 0 Comments

Our Junk DNA – is it really Junk or much more ?



Over the weekend I finished watching on Netflix the new X-files episodes from last season, it bought back some good old memories of the original series.

Especially the one episode that talked about putting Alien DNA into humans via vaccines or other injectables. Years ago I had written about those same possibilities, and this new X-file continued to explore the real possibility that this could or has happened. It again looked at the Smallpox vaccine as the entry point of enough alien DNA to slightly change some of us and make us different from the vast balance of the human race. This could do two things, protect those from a coming plague or trigger at a critical point the sudden end of the target humans lives who were injected with the Alien- foreign DNA.

This Project/ Agenda could be driven by a group of aliens and or just a mad human group wanting to reduce the ballooning human population. Chances are this agenda is not what the vast majority of humans would consider good for the enhancement of the human race, but who really knows. In the face of over-population, climate change (global warming) and the constant need to create death and mayhem on a vast scale, the future of the human race is not looking bright and the stability of this planet has run past it tipping point.

Assuming for a minute this is an alien project it would make sense for them to try to make some of us more compatible to a hybrid (human / alien) population, a population that has been rumored to have existed for over 70 years. Many of us have something called Junk DNA in our Genes. I believe it’s not junk and these particles of strange proteins will change us at a critical time into either a new Earth Being or a lessor sub-species to serve the Hybrid race.

I think Chris Carter is a deep end experiencer of the Alien ways and his X-files series is providing entertainment and basic truths about our real reality.

Sleep tight – Junk DNA is more than junk and X-files is more than entertainment


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10 September 2016 0 Comments

Werewolf Encounter


Years ago I can remember stories up in Taos, New Mexico about Cryptids called Werewolves and Dogman.  I can’t say for sure that Werewolves are Cryptids because they seem to be darker in nature, half animal and half human. Are humans Cryptids, obviously not.

The Taos Mountain in many ways became my enchanted forest, the mystery of not only my soul but also that which I couldn’t see but feel. My first Vision Quest happened up in the back mountains of Taos when I was 23. The three day Vision Quest started with prayers and a peaceful repose that lingered within my heart through out the days and nights of mediation. The ending though, was far from serene, more like the scene out of a scary movie.

The difference is this really happened and it happened to me.

I have always felt that trees can hide people from danger, if only they are asked to do so. The trees seemed to shelter me and I felt I was hidden away in my private world of mediation. With the trees as my allies I had a false sense of protection. They after all can only do so much from their high vantage points but I was to find out, they have other ways of at least warning people of possible danger.

Lying down in my tent, I noticed that I had goosebumps on my arms  and then I sat up and felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The dead silence of panic was deafening along with the startling angst in my chest. The dead silence alerted my warning bells and they started to chime unabashedly. The beautiful night’s tranquility had been shattered within the blink of an eye.

A voice, Elemental in nature yelled, “Run!”

It seemed the trees started to creek and moan loudly, waving at me, seemingly throwing branches at my tent. I scrambled out of my tent and started running without a second thought. The moon was full and high within the darkened night sky yet her luminous glow was my beacon leading me in the direction of my family’s campground. With the speed of a scared rabbit, I jumped over sagebrush and knew that even one glance back would be my downfall.

I could hear breathing from far behind me with a slight growl escaping its jaws besides sagebrush and rocks being scattered and trampled. I was running as fast as my feet allowed me and in some strange way, I knew that if I didn’t pick up my pace, I was a gonner. Somehow I just went for it, an all out run, yet this thing was getting closer and closer. I could feel its gaze, penetrating my back, that of an angry predator. To put it bluntly, I felt like a deer or antelope escaping for my life. Somehow my superhuman powers took over and I sprinted home with a speed I didn’t know I was capable of.

I ran into the bus and slammed the door behind me. I could tell it had stopped chasing me a couple yards away. The horses started to get panicky and the dogs growled. Let’s just say I woke up the whole camp, humans and animals alike. That night,  I realized that I was just out of harm’s way by seemingly an arm’s length.

That night I was lucky that the Werewolf backed off.



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1 September 2016 0 Comments

Part 2 – Walking into Haunted Homes


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Once that door slammed shut and I knew I didn’t do it, my legs pretty much tried to outrun me and get through the front door of the house.  For a minute there, I thought I was in a bad dream because I felt like I couldn’t keep up with myself. It did a number on my self confidence and I was even more terrified of that room than ever before. Kelly thought it odd that the door slammed shut since the windows were closed and there was no draft.

He walked into the room and felt how cold it was and to this day I believe he saw something in there because it wasn’t too long after that …  we moved! I’m talking maybe two weeks.

I did find it funny that he didn’t want to talk about that room. After his little visit, the room was off limits which included conversations. The day we left I felt a ton of bricks had been lifted off my shoulders. Kelly put his foot on the gas and we never looked back.

After many years, I have wondered why I felt I couldn’t deal with that spirit or whatever was in that room. I had seen spirits most of my childhood and I found an odd comfort with them, pretty much acquiescing to them being a fact of life for me. But I will tell you this, I did feel that whatever was in that room, at times was trying to high-jack my body. I was obviously too young and in the early stages of my apprenticeship into the Medicine Way. I don’t think I could have come out of that situation unscathed. I shudder to think what could have happened if I had tried to take it on.

Kelly being a Medicine man walked away from that situation because something unnatural and dark happened at that house and it was not our battle to fight. Fighting unknown entities without full knowledge of circumstances can be deadly and life threatening for all involved. Sometimes being a good Medicine man or woman is to realize that you don’t have to take on everything undesirable that comes your way.

One thing I did sense back then and to this day would state as fact, is that a Ouija board was used in that house. They are the unveiling and invitation to dark and unforgiving spirits and once these undesirables are invited in, they never leave even if the house sells or like in our case, is for rent. People unfortunately do stupid things when loved ones die and the most undesirable example of this is the Ouija board.

This was a great lesson that I learned at a young age, never walk into a home that doesn’t feel right. If it can’t be helped or put off, keep your guard up and call your angels and guardians to come and surround you. Focus on the strength of your convictions and become as resolute as your protection. Doubt and fear is the two things that come between people and their faith. Becoming a warrior not only for yourself but for humanity, is knowing that your armor is impenetrable.

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I can become my own haunted story if I’m not careful. This means that a day can’t go by without me acknowledging the help that I get from so many Divine Beings, ghostly friends and hairy Cryptids. Sometimes as I get older it’s nice to see the friends I’ve made along the way even if they are for my eyes only.

As I look back, I sure wish Loekey, my Sasquatch friend would have been with me that fateful day so many years ago when I went into that bedroom. Maybe it wasn’t my fight but as Dimensional Beings go, Loekey would have made sure the outcome would have been in my favor.  Now, this doesn’t mean I push my luck, but I sure do smile knowing who has my back.

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23 August 2016 0 Comments

Spiritual and Psychic Sasquatch Conference – September 17-18, 2016- Chewelah, WA

For more information contact:  www.psychicsasquatch.com


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19 August 2016 0 Comments

Walking into Haunted Houses


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A while back I received a phone call from a woman who thought she had a poltergeist in her house. I listened to her talk about doors slamming, shadow people walking about and things being moved or disappearing. It affected one child but the rest of the family didn’t seem to be bothered by the activity. This made me think, “Why would a few members of the family be affected but not the rest?”

It seems that the activity followed this woman from one house to another. When I hear this happens, it’s clear to me that either, a person is the one being haunted and not the house or that they are Empathic which opens them up to spirits in and around the house itself.

As I was listening to this woman talk, a few things came to my attention. First, she was laughing about some of the experiences which made me wonder if it was just her way of dealing with stress or did she know something she wasn’t telling me? After about 20 more minutes on the phone, I realized that this woman not only had a secret but I was able to figure out what it was by a few things she said. She said she had a friend who dabbled in the occult. (Lightbulb moment) It came in loud and clear to me that she was had done some sessions with this woman. If you play with Ouija boards, do séances or play with magic spells, the outcome will likely come back and bite you in the booty or as in this case, slam doors and become a daily menace.

Interestingly enough, it was almost as if two voices were speaking through her to me at once, one pleasant and the other a bit darker. I knew at that moment, going to her house was out of the question.

Funny though, as if on cue, she urgently asked to me to come to her house that same day, stating that it was imperative that I help her out. I not only saw a set up but sensed it, but not from this woman, from whatever dark energy was controlling her and her environment. Sometimes, we have to say no to unsafe and undesirable situations.

Being an Empath has its advantages but it can also be a double edged sword especially when our guard is down or as in my case so many years ago, I was naive and green between the ears.

Years back when I was in my early twenties, I rented a house with my ex-husband in Arizona. I can’t quite remember if it was in Flagstaff or Williams but it was large, by a river with lovely views. It only had one problem; there was a bedroom that faced the hallway next to the master bedroom that was strangely odd, foreboding and terrifying. The owner, who was a famous writer and dietitian, was leaving to go abroad. He made a comment about the ominous room which made my skin stand on end. He said, “Don’t go into that bedroom. It’s not welcoming and I don’t think you’ll feel comfortable in it.”

Come to find out, he lost two loved ones in the house. First, his wife and the other I believe was a son. I could only gather from this information that the infamous bedroom was his sons. From the day we moved in, I found it very hard to be anywhere near that bedroom. For instance, at night I would usually wake up to use the bathroom. I would lie in bed and try to get up enough courage to cross the hallway into the bathroom. I had to pass the doorway to “that” bedroom and found that every fiber in my being was yelling at me to stay in bed. My bladder on the other hand was screaming for me to hurry up and pee. What’s a girl to do?

Well … I would smack, roll over or talk loudly to wake up my ex and act like it was an accident. I knew that if he was awake than at least if anything grabbed me, he would be awake to rescue me. It wasn’t fun for him but I at least could make a run for the bathroom, peeing in record time.

Daytime didn’t make things any better. You know those stories on TV about the haunted house being dark even with all the windows open and the blinds up; well this house was exactly like that. The hallway leading to the scary door would always seem longer than it was. I couldn’t be in the house by myself and before long my ex got so exacerbated at me that he told me I had to finally face my fears.

With a knowing and long sigh, I slowly walked down the extremely long hallway with the floor somehow becoming uneven and moving, making me really dizzy besides that upchuck feeling like I was going to puke my brains out.  The door was ominous and as I reached for the handle, it felt extremely cold to the touch, almost like I had grabbed on to an ice cube. The door creaked open and a gust of wind hit me, making me feel like I was in the North Pole. I can’t really explain it; it was like I passed beyond the veil into another world void of emotion, empty, dark  and cold. Did I mention I could see my breath? The more I saw my breath, the more I felt like something was sucking the air out of me like a cinched up corset, way too tight. I felt eyes peering down on me from the moment I walked in. I knew that whoever was waiting and watching was going to pounce on me any second. The fight or flight feeling hit me like a ton of bricks and I flew out of there so fast that I didn’t even bother to close the door. But that didn’t matter because within seconds of me running out of the room,the door slammed shut behind me.


To be continued …

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12 August 2016 0 Comments

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We will have a very interesting post about energy fields and ominous spirits in homes. Most people walk into homes without a second thought in regards to energy that is positive or negative. We will discuss haunted homes, residing spirits and dark energy. All interesting stuff in next weeks blog post.

Sleep well and watch out for those dark corners!

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