4 July 2017 0 Comments

Sasquatch and the Egyptian Connection

Sometimes I’ll get glimpses of places that come in the dead of night and seemingly wiz by me like puzzle pieces that make no sense. These pieces until the moment they reveal themselves to me are a nonexistent picture of a past. Whose past, I can’t really say.

Because of this, I get left with more questions than answers and my world is literally turned upside down. I feel that I am looking down instead of up and my peripheral vision is a visor like kaleidoscope full of never before seen colors and images. They flicker away when I turn to look at them. It’s exhausting to see the otherworldly images especially from my disadvantaged upside down view.

One such evening not so long ago, I was shown a place so unusual that I can barely find the words to describe it. My sleep up to that point was a normal, non-eventful respite and then out of nowhere within an instant, an elusive and mystifying world unfolded before me. The next morning, I was exhausted, overwhelmed and perplexed.

Was I really there? Did I really see what I think I saw? Why now?

One thing for sure, the next morning I knew that gold was the key. I was shown that ancient Deities came here hundreds of thousands of years ago for this highly desired mineral. It’s a naturally occurring inorganic solid that entices the senses with its alluring and shimmering radiance. It is talked about in glorified tales of valorous and daring escapades. Such tales of excursions of untold perils are in many history books, at least those that have not become lost to the scribes of old.

Demigods are a factor here. Gold is an aphrodisiac for them besides wearable art and a variety of edible delights and brews. They desire it to an obsessive level. This desire is just as strong today as it has been for a millennium. I was shown that the Sasquatch clans were brought in to help the Demigods mine the gold. This was to say the least, a surprise to me because I have never heard this from any other source.

My confusion started with a constant back and forth pulling and pushing sensation out of my body and then back in. I saw a distinctly different world from Earth and at the same time I could feel my bed beneath me. I came in and out of this experience for over three hours. I woke up multiple times wondering how I was going there and coming back so quickly. It was definitely an Empathic conundrum and I remember being overly concerned that I might get stuck there. This means either, I teleported there or was able to go through a portal. Either way, I think I had help.

The topography on the other planet was very different than ours. There were vines everywhere on the ground but they weren’t over grown. I saw no grass to speak of but large trees that had a prehistoric look to them. They were very bushy and short, perhaps only 10 to 15 feet tall at the most. The vines felt alive but in a different way than the ones here which made me feel like they were sensing me being there.

I feel I saw the home planet of where the Sasquatch travels from, even those who travel back and forth to this day. The oddity here was being outside in their world and then within an instant, looking at a very Egyptian looking room that seemed present day with an Egyptian predynastic feel to it. The two realities really had nothing in common but as the early morning hours went on, I started to understand the connection between the two. Someone took great pains to show me in detail how the two are connected. I’m not sure who. This connection was the most surprising bit of information I have received since Loekey talked about how the Earth’s natural portals worked.

Next post, I will talk about in more detail how the Demigods exist today and the ongoing relationship between them and the Sasquatch.

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 and hair 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 …

19 August 2015 0 Comments

Skinwalker Ranch

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The very name Skinwalker Ranch for those who have heard of its paranormal phenomenon can conjure up scary images and a deluge of nightmarish tales. In truth what it really is, is anybody’s guess. Michael and I didn’t know what to expect when we decided to trek over to Skinwalker Ranch but I must admit, we were both a little nervous and excited at the same time. Because we were venturing off into unknown territory, we decided to smudge ourselves before we left home and on the way back before we entered our house. We didn’t want to bring back any hitchhikers with us!

The very idea of going there was really exciting but then the reality of knowing we were going, made it feel a little surreal. We decided to head over to Skinwalker Ranch on a weekend so that we could take our time and enjoy the surrounding topography as we leisurely made our way. Michael put the directions in the GPS and with high hopes we left home not knowing what to expect.

The scenery made the trip in itself worthwhile especially with this amazing lake we drove by and vast wilderness on both sides of the highway that was eye candy for the soul. As we got closer to our destination, Michael’s GPS decided to stop working for some strange reason. My phone was able to pick up the signal and I typed in the directions. Thanks goodness we did it right at that point because we would have driven right past the turn that was just minutes away from the infamous ranch. We actually turned off on a street that seemed to be the starting point for the Ute Reservation. The feeling of the place and the narrow road leading up to the ranch felt different and we both could tell that we were getting close.

While we drove along towards the ranch, we noticed houses on either side of the road. Nobody was out and the feel of the houses wasn’t necessarily friendly, maybe more intimidating. We finally arrived at the front gates of Skinwalker Ranch around early afternoon and I must tell you that … it’s really not that scary of a place. Nothing fell from the sky, no voices in the distance or growls. The portal I expected to open up for us, was nowhere to be seen. But the one thing we both felt immediately, was a heaviness in the air, almost like something was making it hard for us to breathe. Michael took some interesting shots around the front gates and the surrounding countryside.

There were concrete blocks in front of the gates that said, “Keep Out,” and a few cameras up in trees on either end of the gates. I didn’t necessarily feel like something ominous was watching us outside of the security guys in charge of the cameras. It was a lovely day and the only unusual experience we had was a beautiful little green dragonfly that came very close to Michael and me. He wouldn’t leave us alone and stayed by our sides the duration of us walking around in front of the gates. It definitely reminded me of our New Mexico landscape and I felt a little like I was back home.

When we realized that nothing was really happening, and it felt a little anticlimactic, we decided to head back home. Funny, how the imagination can anticipate the improbable and make a mountain out of a molehill. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. It was a bit of a let down, only because I thought being empathic would help me pick up on something. I felt nothing was trying to communicate with me so I was a little bummed. Michael felt something was unusual with the land itself but outside of any experiences, I think he was a little disappointed too. Isn’t it the oxymoron of all researchers, to hope something happens and then be grateful nothing does.

Well … maybe nothing happened there but all I can say is, when we got home … things changed! Two entities made themselves known to me who were there that day at Skinwalker Ranch. I was taken aback to say the least since one of them made themselves known to me in the garage of all places! Once I calmed myself down and realized that they had made contact with me, I got to wondering … do “they” follow people home more than any of us know and what do we do once “they” know where we live?