19 August 2016 0 Comments

Walking into Haunted Houses


haunted house

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 …

1 May 2015 0 Comments


world of archangels

Part 1
In today’s day and age it seems like there is so much happening on the ethereal plane that seems hidden … strategic battles for humanity’s well being, the battle of wills, and the card game of chance. For the most part, a good number of people can’t see the details of specific outcomes, the end results of secreted negotiations for our very existence, but perhaps it’s more surreptitious on our part. Could it be, we don’t want to see anything that changes our perceived comfort level of existence? If anything, if we can touch it, feel it or smell it, it’s palatable, at least on the outside, anything beyond that is science fiction or literary tales.

If we think about this palatability, it makes no sense, at least not in the daily laborious kind of way that affects our reality. Do we touch God by holding a bible or pushing open the church doors? Do we feel the brush of Angel wings when the wind blows through our hair? Does incense become the essence of how Heaven smells or does it help us know or understand what smells would accompany the presence of God or the Angels? As human beings we desire a connection to our hopes and beliefs thus creating a makeshift reality that at times can feel real. Looking at my childhood and seeing the present status of the church I grew up in, I think the makeshift reassurances somehow became real in peoples minds instead of the assumed substitution.

I get confused when I hear about the fallen angels who I’ve read, are also known as the Anuunaki or Nephilim. I know their existence is written about in Sumerian tablets but how close is the similarity? I have always doubted that they are all demons, maybe because this seems a bit too easy, at least for the dark side. It’s as if, disagreeing with God conveys a narrow minded bearing that bellows, “It’s my way or the highway!” God seems more complex than that and in other ways simpler, perhaps he is the original paradox only because of our limited access to him. So bottom line, I don’t doubt the existence of fallen angels, just what is written about them and what is the truth. Depending on which religion or culture has inscribed their belief or definition, it’s hard to tell who is closest to the truth or who is fantastical in their story telling.

Raconteurs are apart of every generation. They are the story tellers of long forgotten tales residing in hidden, religious significance. Recounting old stories can create an almost fanatical enthusiasm that becomes a renewed craze based on a renaissance of morbid curiosity. But sometimes the accumulative mindset of society follows an unknown and implied suggestion, that every now and then should be ignored in the first place. This insinuated and unnerving resurgence usually has no value or place within our present day reality. It’s interesting how people can be influenced by these religious provocateurs, who insist upon testing whether the years of acquired knowledge of modern man was retained or squandered.
Because of this intrigue, there seems to be a misguided evocation peeking its head around numerous corners, watching humanity ruminate over religious ideologies and philosophies. One such topic that is quickly becoming popular within radio shows, TV and documentaries, is demonic entities. The shows state their true names, narrating their archaic story and providing captivating stories of present day interactions with these entities. This faux pas is precarious to say the least because it’s one of the demon’s most desired inductions into people’s lives. To be called or named by those who have no idea of the ramifications in doing so, allows for an easy entrance with a welcoming mat that says, enter. In today’s society, such names should not be aired over radio, television, videos or documentaries. Obviously, the more people who hear these names, the more power and attention the entity receives. It’s a no brainer if you think about it but it’s almost as if by a deliberate hypnotic gesture such as mind control, that radio show hosts, writers and television editors allow the names to be aired without considering the consequences. Why at this point in society, has the easiest lock and key solution become a forgotten fail-safe?

I’m not a church goer, more a spiritualist by nature but I guess there are a few things that as a human, I feel should be dealt with sensibly and tactfully because the ramifications could be potentially dangerous. Perhaps in this case, I should explain why.

As humans, we are a very unique species because we have something about us that can only be achieved by being born onto this planet. We are carried within the womb by our mother’s who themselves were carried in the same manner by their mother’s. This means, that all mothers have one thing in common, which is the earth’s frequency they pass down to their children. We are born with earth’s frequency as our insignia which allows us to live upon her and thrive. It’s an amazing birthright and one of the greatest gifts given to humankind.

Our bodies are vessels that are a great commodity because we have the ability to feel and express emotions to such a degree that can become very intriguing and desirable to many observers watching this planet. Because of this, our bodies are extremely valuable to any who want to either invade, occupy or borrow our birthright. With this being said, I must ask, why would we want to allow something or someone so dark into our subconscious so that they can gain knowledge into our very weaknesses and vulnerabilities? One truth that reveals itself in the occultus realm, is that lurking outside the day to day life of humans, are opportunists who have no consideration for the well being of our souls. The bottom line for us as humans, should be to keep such deviant entities away from our birthright.
The ethereal world seems connected to our planet by the undying and affixed memories of souls passing away either untimely or with an unconventional ending. It seems Hollywood is fixated on scripts that incorporate a ghoulish and dark spirit coming back for vengeance or giving in to the dark forces that either haunt humans or want to devour them. If we add in movies that end with the dark forces winning along with societies distorted and morbid interest in such beings lurking in the night, we end up with an environment ripe for frightening visitations or worse, possession if not in body but in mind.

The morning light in most movies, signifies hope, the unstoppable brilliant fire that illuminates even the deepest and darkest crevices, allowing for humanities escape from the unending pursuit of nightmarish ghouls. This hope is signified in angels but not just any angel, the most high, the right hand of God, the doers of his will … the Archangels. If humanity wins in the end, I guess Hollywood feels there is not much more to write home about. Yet, even with this very misconstrued ideology in the mainstream consciousness, we as a society are starting to get ahold on what kind of reality we want to live in. Running from ghouls is hard work and to be honest, it’s ridiculous to watch another person run from something we wouldn’t want any part of. Maybe, by watching someone else go through a scary plot or circumstance, keeps the line in the sand drawn, movies versus reality.

On the opposite side of this coin, are those who strive for the all consuming darkness, the comatose silence that is deafening to the senses. They are the ones who revel in this profligacy and reanimate their perversions one ritual at a time. For what purpose does the existence of opposites subsist opposing each other? Symbols for light and dark have been a part of human history since the consciousness of man could tell the two apart. What makes any group choose sides and stick to their agenda, is the real question. I have wondered how individual choices affects the connection humans have with the earth. Does a dark journey change the outcome of the insignia a person is born with?