My youngest daughters fella and i were having a conversation tonight about weird dreams ect that ultimately led to conversations about Seances and Ouija boards and then to my experiences with Spirit and such.
Talking about my many different experiences with spirit and the paranormal has humbled me no end and made me remember just how privileged i have been to be honored with such trust and insight, even though its been a roller coaster of emotions for both myself and the people involved.
I have seen and experienced some wonderful things, i have earned the trust and devotion of many people who have asked for my help in the past, although not every experience has been a good one and may have given the most hardened skeptic nightmares.
These experiences have taught me, honor, respect, honesty, self control, and a lot of different ways to view the world both as a believer and a skeptic.
I realised tonight just how much i miss being involved, but spirit is the teacher, it knows when one is too weak or lacks the strength to carry on in a meaningful and non harmful manner and will almost certainly shut you down to help you heal if neccessary.
I have not lost my gifts, however i have lost my confidence which keeps me from jumping back in with feet first but im glad as i know im not strong enough to be as involved as i once was right now.
Its funny how much we take for granted even in situations like mine,
i remember writing my answer to a post i put on here yesterday about whether it might be possible to sense death before it happens.
I wrote my answer so matter of factly and without issue that when i read it back to myself it made me take stock.
How does someone say they can sense terminal illness and know how long they have left to live without flackering, like its nothing ?
Its Megga, its not normal, its horrible and yet i can do that and have done on several occasions.
It must have sounded so callous and unforgiving, but trust me its not.
Im emphatic, which means i feel their pain, anxiety, the tole the illness has took apon that body and ultimately how they feel about themselves at that time.
I can read the pain on someones face, or see the lost soul behind the eyes, struggling and hanging on even though some just wish to go to sleep and not wake up to end the suffering both for themselves and their families.
So no, its not something i take lightly and i have no idea why i have been left with it only to say, for those i have told it has been a blessing to the families, its helped prepare them and it gives them real insight into whats truely going on with that person.
I hope this helps explain a little about what being sensitive involves and how it effects me as an individual as we are all very different when it comes to this kind of thing.
Thanks for reading xxx
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Wednesday, 21 November 2012
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
what is your opinion on extraterrestial life and ufo visitations ?
I strongly believe that there are other entities sharing this world with us and they have been for a lot longer than we think.
Their purpose, to heal the planet and to bring everyone together in one state of mind and peace.
However the opposite idea of them wanting to destroy the planet or take over may seem more exciting, but in reality, if they are as far advanced in their knowledge and being as told, then why havent they just destroyed us before now ?
ooooh i love a good debate x
Friday, 21 May 2010
The Lorry Driver
My next experience was when I decided to look in to all this psychic stuff on the web,I knew there had to be something going on, but knew nothing about how it worked and why.
So I searched for sites with people with paranormal and psychic interests and happened on a place called mystic gardens.
At the time it was my saviour, ordinary everyday people like me, with questions and answers on all aspects of the paranormal.
There were message boards to read and answer, and that’s how I found my way into their world. I quickly became aquainted with some wonderful people and they never questioned me, but allowed me to plague them with questions, until I felt I had enough knowledge to start answering the boards myself.
I found within a matter of weeks, I had emails asking if I was psychic and did I do readings, i always answerd by saying no im sorry im not, im here to learn like many others here.
They always got back in touch for some strange reason and so my story unfolds.
I don’t remember the very first time I picked anything up or what it indeed was about, but a short time after, I had a man email me, saying if you are so good ,tell me about myself.
I asked him to i.m me so that I could explain that I wasn’t infact a psychic,which he did without hesitation.
I explained as best I could , but he started jibing at me, you shouldn’t be on the boards if your a fake.
Then for some unknown reason, I got this image in my head.
It was a man, around about middle 20,s (never been spot on with age for some reason )he had a tattoo on both his for-arms and one on his thigh.
He had short shaven hair and was wearing a blue boiler suit type thing, and of course he was driving a truck or a lorry.
I realated this all back to him as it unfolded, and with each step he kept saying, who are you? Do you know me ? I laughed and said, you contacted me, I know nothing about you.
He was totally freaked out and shut off on me lol.
So I searched for sites with people with paranormal and psychic interests and happened on a place called mystic gardens.
At the time it was my saviour, ordinary everyday people like me, with questions and answers on all aspects of the paranormal.
There were message boards to read and answer, and that’s how I found my way into their world. I quickly became aquainted with some wonderful people and they never questioned me, but allowed me to plague them with questions, until I felt I had enough knowledge to start answering the boards myself.
I found within a matter of weeks, I had emails asking if I was psychic and did I do readings, i always answerd by saying no im sorry im not, im here to learn like many others here.
They always got back in touch for some strange reason and so my story unfolds.
I don’t remember the very first time I picked anything up or what it indeed was about, but a short time after, I had a man email me, saying if you are so good ,tell me about myself.
I asked him to i.m me so that I could explain that I wasn’t infact a psychic,which he did without hesitation.
I explained as best I could , but he started jibing at me, you shouldn’t be on the boards if your a fake.
Then for some unknown reason, I got this image in my head.
It was a man, around about middle 20,s (never been spot on with age for some reason )he had a tattoo on both his for-arms and one on his thigh.
He had short shaven hair and was wearing a blue boiler suit type thing, and of course he was driving a truck or a lorry.
I realated this all back to him as it unfolded, and with each step he kept saying, who are you? Do you know me ? I laughed and said, you contacted me, I know nothing about you.
He was totally freaked out and shut off on me lol.
STRANGE ENCOUNTERS AT NEWSHAM HOME
I had been living at this house for about a year, unfortunately still with the same abusive partner when strange things started happening in my home, I had gone in the bath one night whilst my partner was waiting on his brother to arrive,just as I settled into the water, I heard him screaming and running up the stairs.
At first I took no notice as he was a terrible prankster, thus I kept the bathroom door locked and ignored his cries, until I looked up and saw his petrified face at the window above the bathroom door, he was so desperate for me to open the door , he climbed up on the banister to bang on the glass so that I could see he wasn’t jokeing.
I jumped out of the bath and quickly un locked the door, he was white and shakeing and could hardly get the words out of his mouth.
I grabbed him and took him to the bedroom where I sat him down and asked him to tell me what had gone on.
He told me he had just been sitting watching the t.v when two ornaments my mam had just bought me that week, up and flew across the room off the sideboard,behind the couch.
Well my first instict was that he had thrown them and broke them and was now concocting a story to cover his deed, but I couldn’t take away from him the sight of his face at that window and was puzzled as to what to think.
Later that night his brother arrived and he began telling him about what had took place, he was still shakeing just talking about it. So naturally we spent the rest of the night talking about spooks ect,to the point that his brother asked to spend the night.
Eventually we went to bed, we were lying talking when the brother came rushing into our room and literally dived into our bed and under the covers,we laughed at him and just said hed been spooked by the stories we been telling, but he wasn’t having any of it.
He insisted that he had heard banging in the loft, but we had heard nothing, we lay quietly for a bit and there it was…..
Bang bang bang
It sounded as if someone was banging on the ceiling with a high heeled shoe, this happened a couple of times within about a ten minute period.
Naturally nobody was brave enough or willing to go and investigate, so the 3 of us just stayed huddled together all night like frightened children lol .
At first I took no notice as he was a terrible prankster, thus I kept the bathroom door locked and ignored his cries, until I looked up and saw his petrified face at the window above the bathroom door, he was so desperate for me to open the door , he climbed up on the banister to bang on the glass so that I could see he wasn’t jokeing.
I jumped out of the bath and quickly un locked the door, he was white and shakeing and could hardly get the words out of his mouth.
I grabbed him and took him to the bedroom where I sat him down and asked him to tell me what had gone on.
He told me he had just been sitting watching the t.v when two ornaments my mam had just bought me that week, up and flew across the room off the sideboard,behind the couch.
Well my first instict was that he had thrown them and broke them and was now concocting a story to cover his deed, but I couldn’t take away from him the sight of his face at that window and was puzzled as to what to think.
Later that night his brother arrived and he began telling him about what had took place, he was still shakeing just talking about it. So naturally we spent the rest of the night talking about spooks ect,to the point that his brother asked to spend the night.
Eventually we went to bed, we were lying talking when the brother came rushing into our room and literally dived into our bed and under the covers,we laughed at him and just said hed been spooked by the stories we been telling, but he wasn’t having any of it.
He insisted that he had heard banging in the loft, but we had heard nothing, we lay quietly for a bit and there it was…..
Bang bang bang
It sounded as if someone was banging on the ceiling with a high heeled shoe, this happened a couple of times within about a ten minute period.
Naturally nobody was brave enough or willing to go and investigate, so the 3 of us just stayed huddled together all night like frightened children lol .
MY FIRST PERSONAL ENCOUNTER
MY OWN FIRST PERSONAL ENCOUNTER THAT I REMEMBER
I had only been home from the hospital 2 weeks after the birth of my first child , when my partner became abusive, both physically and mentally.
We had gone to bed this one night after a terrible fight and I had fallen heavily in to an exhausted sleep ,when I started to feel quite unsettled, tossing and turning I became aware of the feeling of someone standing over me, just stareing.
The air felt quite heavy and it was as if I could feel the breath on my skin that made me realize I was not dreaming.
The next thing I remember , my partner was shakeing me violently,begging me to wake up, he was petrified. He asked me who I was talking to, and then I realized what had took place.
In what I thought at first was a dream, after feeling these sensations I had opened my eyes to find my nan stareing down at me in my bed, I remember feeling very scared, although in hindsight I knew she would never hurt me, so I told her I loved her very much but that she was scareing me by being here, and would she please leave.
With that all I remember is my partner wakeing me in a state of panick, telling me I had been having a conversation with my nan and that he was terrified and couldn’t wake me.
There are two things that spring to mind when I think about this visit, my first thought is that she had come to let me know she was still there for me and that she just wanted to acknowledge the birth of her second great grand child,
the second thought as funny as it may seem, may simply be to ward off my abusive partner by scareing the willies out of him, after all, we were sleeping in what used to be her bed .
I had only been home from the hospital 2 weeks after the birth of my first child , when my partner became abusive, both physically and mentally.
We had gone to bed this one night after a terrible fight and I had fallen heavily in to an exhausted sleep ,when I started to feel quite unsettled, tossing and turning I became aware of the feeling of someone standing over me, just stareing.
The air felt quite heavy and it was as if I could feel the breath on my skin that made me realize I was not dreaming.
The next thing I remember , my partner was shakeing me violently,begging me to wake up, he was petrified. He asked me who I was talking to, and then I realized what had took place.
In what I thought at first was a dream, after feeling these sensations I had opened my eyes to find my nan stareing down at me in my bed, I remember feeling very scared, although in hindsight I knew she would never hurt me, so I told her I loved her very much but that she was scareing me by being here, and would she please leave.
With that all I remember is my partner wakeing me in a state of panick, telling me I had been having a conversation with my nan and that he was terrified and couldn’t wake me.
There are two things that spring to mind when I think about this visit, my first thought is that she had come to let me know she was still there for me and that she just wanted to acknowledge the birth of her second great grand child,
the second thought as funny as it may seem, may simply be to ward off my abusive partner by scareing the willies out of him, after all, we were sleeping in what used to be her bed .
Tarot Reading Cont- Micheals Entrance
The story I was told the following morning was horrible enough, apparently he and his wife were up most of the night trying to free the spirit of a young boy who had been trapped and left for dead.
My heart ached for this child, even though I must admit even I was skeptical at this point, but couldn’t wait to get on to ann and tell her the events that had taken place.
As I was excitedly babbling on, again i got the image of a young boy in my mind, it was so strong I wasn’t sure if it was just this horrific story that was playing on my mind, or if I was actually seeing him for ann.
So I preceeded to tell ann she had infact 3 sons and went on to describe them, I started with the eldest and worked my way to the youngest.
I had been correct until the youngest son, I described a boy of about 4 or 5 yrs old, with dark scruffy hair, big brown eyes and olive skin.
Her son was infact 7 yrs old at the time , blonde haired, blue eyes.
I couldn’t make sense of it, I knew what I was seeing, and I had a mental picture of this child wrapped around anns legs as if being coy.
I asked if anyone in the family had lost a child of this description, but he just didn’t fit.
Well it played on my mind most of the evening until I fell asleep. The next day ann imed me to see if I had seen any more of the little boy, I hadn’t but as we chatted the most amazing thing took place.
I got this image in my mind of the same young boy, only this time I was with him, he had hold of my hand and he was walking me through some abandoned land and brush.
It was like watching thru the lens of a video recorder in my head and was it recording as we walked.
It wasn’t long until we happened apon a derelict building, with no doors or glass in the windows, i knew instinctively which direction to turn when I reached the door way and walked into a room on the right handside.
What I saw, shook me to my knees, lying curled up in a ball was a child, I got on my knees to lift him when he stirred and sat up,he said with a sweet smile, "I KNEW YOU WOULD COME".
When I looked over him I noticed that his leg was actually shackled to the wall, I just broke down in floods of tears. He told me , "DON’T CRY FOR ME, IT DOESN’T HURT ANYMORE OH AND BY THE WAY, MY NAME IS MICHEAL".
He went on to show me that he had been a victim of a kid napping yrs earlier, unfortunately his family were poor and never found him, after some time, the kidnappers realized it was hopeless and left him there to die.
It was soul destroying, he was just a slip of a little thing, wearing short pants and a jacket, almost like the dress of the old chimney sweep boys, he had the scruffy dark hair, the big brown eyes and the almond skin
I discovered a lot of things that day that changed my life.:)
My heart ached for this child, even though I must admit even I was skeptical at this point, but couldn’t wait to get on to ann and tell her the events that had taken place.
As I was excitedly babbling on, again i got the image of a young boy in my mind, it was so strong I wasn’t sure if it was just this horrific story that was playing on my mind, or if I was actually seeing him for ann.
So I preceeded to tell ann she had infact 3 sons and went on to describe them, I started with the eldest and worked my way to the youngest.
I had been correct until the youngest son, I described a boy of about 4 or 5 yrs old, with dark scruffy hair, big brown eyes and olive skin.
Her son was infact 7 yrs old at the time , blonde haired, blue eyes.
I couldn’t make sense of it, I knew what I was seeing, and I had a mental picture of this child wrapped around anns legs as if being coy.
I asked if anyone in the family had lost a child of this description, but he just didn’t fit.
Well it played on my mind most of the evening until I fell asleep. The next day ann imed me to see if I had seen any more of the little boy, I hadn’t but as we chatted the most amazing thing took place.
I got this image in my mind of the same young boy, only this time I was with him, he had hold of my hand and he was walking me through some abandoned land and brush.
It was like watching thru the lens of a video recorder in my head and was it recording as we walked.
It wasn’t long until we happened apon a derelict building, with no doors or glass in the windows, i knew instinctively which direction to turn when I reached the door way and walked into a room on the right handside.
What I saw, shook me to my knees, lying curled up in a ball was a child, I got on my knees to lift him when he stirred and sat up,he said with a sweet smile, "I KNEW YOU WOULD COME".
When I looked over him I noticed that his leg was actually shackled to the wall, I just broke down in floods of tears. He told me , "DON’T CRY FOR ME, IT DOESN’T HURT ANYMORE OH AND BY THE WAY, MY NAME IS MICHEAL".
He went on to show me that he had been a victim of a kid napping yrs earlier, unfortunately his family were poor and never found him, after some time, the kidnappers realized it was hopeless and left him there to die.
It was soul destroying, he was just a slip of a little thing, wearing short pants and a jacket, almost like the dress of the old chimney sweep boys, he had the scruffy dark hair, the big brown eyes and the almond skin
I discovered a lot of things that day that changed my life.:)
Tarot Card Reading
Around 7 yrs or more ago I met ann , shes very dear to me bless her.
We got chatting, liked each others company and decided to stay in touch.
After a few chats, she told me about her youngest boy having an imaginary friend at the bottom of the garden, that he would talk to and play with for hours under the holly bush.
As she talked another image formed in my head of a young boy, I was convinced for reasons unknown to me that this imaginary friend, was infact not imaginary at all, but spirit.
Not long after that I was talking with a male friend of mine, who read tarot cards and his wife was a medium.
He was a very gentle man and would listen to me chatter on excitedly for hours at a time.
There were many sml instances where I picked up different things from different people I met on line, even through photos they sent me.
Thru him and reading up, I discovered something called remote viewing, and was thrilled when I realized that this was what was happening to me, at last I had some insight to what I had been experiencing.
Anyway, as time went on, this lovely man offered to read my cards for me, I was so excited and couldn’t wait for the following night to arrive.
As it happened my husband bill had become so enthralled with what was happening to me, he hung around for most chats waiting to see what would happen next.
The night in question, my nephew arrived, unfortunately he was very skeptical at the time , but promised to sit quiet and without judgement as he knew how important it was to me.
So there we were , and so he began.
Every card he turned, related to a young boy , who had dental problems and was of ill health ect. I simply could not place him.
I guess he was as frustrated as I was as he said he wanted to discuss the cards with his wife and get back to me as he was adament this young boy was for me.
Feeling very deflated, I lost hope and faith in the cards and decided not to retry .
as promised, he got back to me the following day, with an incredible story.
This is where my sweet micheal came into my life.
the story continues ....
We got chatting, liked each others company and decided to stay in touch.
After a few chats, she told me about her youngest boy having an imaginary friend at the bottom of the garden, that he would talk to and play with for hours under the holly bush.
As she talked another image formed in my head of a young boy, I was convinced for reasons unknown to me that this imaginary friend, was infact not imaginary at all, but spirit.
Not long after that I was talking with a male friend of mine, who read tarot cards and his wife was a medium.
He was a very gentle man and would listen to me chatter on excitedly for hours at a time.
There were many sml instances where I picked up different things from different people I met on line, even through photos they sent me.
Thru him and reading up, I discovered something called remote viewing, and was thrilled when I realized that this was what was happening to me, at last I had some insight to what I had been experiencing.
Anyway, as time went on, this lovely man offered to read my cards for me, I was so excited and couldn’t wait for the following night to arrive.
As it happened my husband bill had become so enthralled with what was happening to me, he hung around for most chats waiting to see what would happen next.
The night in question, my nephew arrived, unfortunately he was very skeptical at the time , but promised to sit quiet and without judgement as he knew how important it was to me.
So there we were , and so he began.
Every card he turned, related to a young boy , who had dental problems and was of ill health ect. I simply could not place him.
I guess he was as frustrated as I was as he said he wanted to discuss the cards with his wife and get back to me as he was adament this young boy was for me.
Feeling very deflated, I lost hope and faith in the cards and decided not to retry .
as promised, he got back to me the following day, with an incredible story.
This is where my sweet micheal came into my life.
the story continues ....
Astral Travel ? - Personal experience
Have you ever been in that state of concience where your just starting to sink into sleep, your body is totally relaxed but your mind is still very aware of whats going on around you?
Well this is the only way i can describe what happened to me.
unfortunately my experiences were not self induced and i felt i had no control what so ever, i had never practiced astral travel and certainly didnt know how to at the time.
I hadnt been in bed that long but i was totally exhausted so it didnt take long for me to reach that state of almost nausious dizziness that i wrestled with to find sleep, but it was the awareness of feeling nausious that kept my senses about me.
As if in a dream like state i felt my feet lift up from the bed, then my legs and eventually the rest of my body lifted and evened itself out in the air above my bed, it was as if i was being pulled up on invisible strings.
I floated up to the ceiling above my bed and was just sort of floating about up there with my back to the ceiling, i dont mind sharing with you that this scared the crap out of me, i could see my husband below sleeping and tried several times to call out to him but no words came out.
I was up there for about ten minutes in total when i began to float back down again , i got to around 4 inches from the bed when i just dropped and hit the matress.
It was only then that my body was free from its sort of numb paralysis and i could move again, so i shook my hubby violently and told him thru deep sobs what had just taken place, i scolded him for not hearing me call out for help and asked him to wrap his arms and legs around me for the rest of the night so that i couldnt be taken again.
Well this happened 3 times in the space of around 2 or 3 months, totally out of my control, but the fourth and final time was the worst.
this time i went up the same way as i had before only i felt like i was being wrenched up with some force, once i was up there and just floating it felt as though two hands took hold of my side and pushed me quite violently into the corner of the ceiling, i was thrown into each corner in turn, i was petrified i tell ya.
Then it went quiet and i eventually floated back down to my drop point again, i woke my hubby and told him all about it in a hysterical state, we still dont know to this day what caused this or why it even began, but fortunately it hasnt happened again since (touch wood)
I have felt myself starting to lift since this time, but for some strange reason i have become aware of when its going to happen and have asked my hubby to keep tight a hold of me and to not let go, so far its worked.
sound crazy? maybe, but its certainly true my friends
xxx
Well this is the only way i can describe what happened to me.
unfortunately my experiences were not self induced and i felt i had no control what so ever, i had never practiced astral travel and certainly didnt know how to at the time.
I hadnt been in bed that long but i was totally exhausted so it didnt take long for me to reach that state of almost nausious dizziness that i wrestled with to find sleep, but it was the awareness of feeling nausious that kept my senses about me.
As if in a dream like state i felt my feet lift up from the bed, then my legs and eventually the rest of my body lifted and evened itself out in the air above my bed, it was as if i was being pulled up on invisible strings.
I floated up to the ceiling above my bed and was just sort of floating about up there with my back to the ceiling, i dont mind sharing with you that this scared the crap out of me, i could see my husband below sleeping and tried several times to call out to him but no words came out.
I was up there for about ten minutes in total when i began to float back down again , i got to around 4 inches from the bed when i just dropped and hit the matress.
It was only then that my body was free from its sort of numb paralysis and i could move again, so i shook my hubby violently and told him thru deep sobs what had just taken place, i scolded him for not hearing me call out for help and asked him to wrap his arms and legs around me for the rest of the night so that i couldnt be taken again.
Well this happened 3 times in the space of around 2 or 3 months, totally out of my control, but the fourth and final time was the worst.
this time i went up the same way as i had before only i felt like i was being wrenched up with some force, once i was up there and just floating it felt as though two hands took hold of my side and pushed me quite violently into the corner of the ceiling, i was thrown into each corner in turn, i was petrified i tell ya.
Then it went quiet and i eventually floated back down to my drop point again, i woke my hubby and told him all about it in a hysterical state, we still dont know to this day what caused this or why it even began, but fortunately it hasnt happened again since (touch wood)
I have felt myself starting to lift since this time, but for some strange reason i have become aware of when its going to happen and have asked my hubby to keep tight a hold of me and to not let go, so far its worked.
sound crazy? maybe, but its certainly true my friends
xxx
Meet Lil Marie Jefferson
In september 2006 i finally got what id been waiting for for so many yrs, actual photographic evidence that spirits exist.
my family and i are used to ghostly visitors in our home and its certainly not un commen for them to hang around for a while before they get their bearings and move on again, especially children.
We had just such a spirit stay with us during september that yr, she was with us for 3 whole weeks, her name was marie jefferson. she was around 4 or 5 yrs old and unfortunately had drowned many yrs before, but being a child she was still lost and didnt understand what had happened to her.
I had invited my paranormal investigator friend down from scotland and had planned on trying to help her cross over via means of a seance, unfortunately the night in question, lil marie was a no show, although others were (but thats another story )lol.
Two nights later, my eldest daughter, stevie and i went for a walk around the cemetary at the back of my house just for a nosey, it was around 10.45 pm when we went round and we spent a good hour in the old part before comeing to the new part nearest my house.
On occasion id sense that we wernt alone but never said anything, yet stevie picked up on it and started taking random shots in the dark just incase anything turned up.
Whilst we saw nothing or no-one with the naked eye during our visit, we were blown away by what we found when we put the pics on the pc to view.
Check out lil marie, bold as brass, just the way i had described her to my friend over the pc the first time she got my attention in my home.
She appears to be dressed in victorian type clothing, her head is hung to the ground and her long hair is matted in a wet tail in front of her face and shes barefoot.
The pic has not been adjusted other than to circle her where abouts for ease of viewing, the white cloudy images are actually damp and wet, it was very misty and damp that night, but it wasnt actually raining.
My belief is that marie gave us this evidence as a way of saying thankyou for giving her a safe haven and for allowing her to find her feet (so to speak)
From the time i first saw this pic , all my worries about proveing myself in the paranormal sense left me, i had all the proof id ever need and i simply learned a great lesson.
It matters not who believes my wonderful experiences, or if im shunned for them, they are my experiences and nobody can prove i didnt have them, touch'e lol.
Here she is :)
my family and i are used to ghostly visitors in our home and its certainly not un commen for them to hang around for a while before they get their bearings and move on again, especially children.
We had just such a spirit stay with us during september that yr, she was with us for 3 whole weeks, her name was marie jefferson. she was around 4 or 5 yrs old and unfortunately had drowned many yrs before, but being a child she was still lost and didnt understand what had happened to her.
I had invited my paranormal investigator friend down from scotland and had planned on trying to help her cross over via means of a seance, unfortunately the night in question, lil marie was a no show, although others were (but thats another story )lol.
Two nights later, my eldest daughter, stevie and i went for a walk around the cemetary at the back of my house just for a nosey, it was around 10.45 pm when we went round and we spent a good hour in the old part before comeing to the new part nearest my house.
On occasion id sense that we wernt alone but never said anything, yet stevie picked up on it and started taking random shots in the dark just incase anything turned up.
Whilst we saw nothing or no-one with the naked eye during our visit, we were blown away by what we found when we put the pics on the pc to view.
Check out lil marie, bold as brass, just the way i had described her to my friend over the pc the first time she got my attention in my home.
She appears to be dressed in victorian type clothing, her head is hung to the ground and her long hair is matted in a wet tail in front of her face and shes barefoot.
The pic has not been adjusted other than to circle her where abouts for ease of viewing, the white cloudy images are actually damp and wet, it was very misty and damp that night, but it wasnt actually raining.
My belief is that marie gave us this evidence as a way of saying thankyou for giving her a safe haven and for allowing her to find her feet (so to speak)
From the time i first saw this pic , all my worries about proveing myself in the paranormal sense left me, i had all the proof id ever need and i simply learned a great lesson.
It matters not who believes my wonderful experiences, or if im shunned for them, they are my experiences and nobody can prove i didnt have them, touch'e lol.
Here she is :)
Catherine's Story
this is quite a long story, but try to bare with it.
WARNING GRAPHIC CONTENT
This is quite hard to explain so please bare with me guys.
Around six yrs ago i was helping run a paranormal group over on aol, i met many wonderful people who chose to share their stories and experiences with me, some on the group and some in private.
One day this lady IMed me and asked if i could pick anything up for her to which i replied, i dont work that way, if they have anything to show me or say they will come forward as we speak, she was fine with my reply.
However it wasnt long before i sensed a very deep feeling of concern for this lady and had a scene roll out in front of me full of abuse and neglect.
I asked a few very personal questions that explained why i was seeing what i was seeing.
Like i have said before, what i see comes in the form of like being at the end of a video camera , watching a film unfold and it often comes to me twice in one sitting, firstly as the viewer and then again by actually being there (as in remote viewing).
what i saw il never forget and actually caused me to step back from all of this for quite some time.
The first images i got was of the most beautiful young woman running bare foot through a field, she had strawberry blonde hair and was wearing a white broidry englais dress, her complexion was very pale and freckly, the type of natural beauty people would pay thousands for.
As i relayed this back to this woman she got all excited saying "thats her, thats my strawberry sister"
She explained that she had the spirit of a young woman around her for around 3 yrs now and had shown herself to her only once but my discription fit her perfectly, so i asked why she called her her strawberry sister when i knew she was in fact no relation to her at all, she said she chose the name because of the colour of her hair and because she had been a comfort to her through her bad times.
As the vision/ film continued , she was on a dirt path that run along a main rd, she kept walking and came to a sml lemon orchard, it was a beautiful sunny day and everything seemed wonderful and serene until she came in view of an old run down shack that had been painted blue but was peeling through neglect and time.
I instinctively knew this was her home and could sense her rigidity and fear as she neared it, then just before she came to the first window she ducked down and snook across the front of the shack and then took off running.
she came to a sml wood of trees that i didnt recognise, (they were blonde wood (almost white) and had all the growth on the top but they wernt palm trees or anything that i recognised)
There was a sml river running through the middle of the trees and then she just came to a sudden stop at the tree line, there was a sml mound of dirt coverd in leaves at her feet.
It was as if someone had stopped to rewind the film , only this time i was there with her holding her hand, i could feel the sun on my skin, smell the air and hear all the regular everyday sounds around me.
The dirt path was very dry mud and the area itself although beside a main road was pretty quiet and remote, thats when i realised i wasnt in britain any more, i was infact in america (dont ask me how i knew as i have never been before in my life but just instictively knew that i was there) it was kinda like a hill billy existance.
I could smell the lemons on the trees , it was very strong and just in front of us i could see the shack with its peeling paint and an old tin bath hanging on the wall outside.
The next thing i knew is was being pulled down to a crouching position and was being dragged along the front of the shack, as we passed the door i could hear plain as day a mans voice shouting obsenities "you better get you axx in here you lil (lady of the night),i know your out there you bxxxh".
With that she took off, my heart was pounding out of my cheast when i heard the door crash open and the man (her father) gave chase.
we were heading for the sml wood with the weird looking trees when he stopped to pick up a tree branch that was on the ground then continued the chase.
I remember the wood not being very thick, you could see between the trees the grass that she had been playing on when she first came to me.
As we headed towards the river i could hear him shouting more filth and in her desperation and fright she stumbled and fell, i was left standing, just watching, as he approached and took the branch and beat her about the head until she was dead.
He sat for a moment to catch his breath and then very calmly went back to the shack and returned with a lrg sheet of plastic , a rope and a spade.
He folded her body into a kind of parcel shape (in on itself) then wrapped her in the plastic and tied it with the rope.
He carried her body to the tree line and began to dig a shallow grave and placed her body in it.
Well you can imagine ,i was totally in shock and the poor woman i was relaying this too was dumb struck, i told her that i needed to take a break and would talk to her another time.
That night i got in touch with a paranormal investigator whom id been helping from time to time in the u.s and told him what had happened, he was very excited and asked if i would try to make contact again to get more details of where this was and any personal details we could work with.
Reluctently i did, getting her name, catherine, and being shown that her mother died when she was around 5 yrs old leaving her father with a grudge against his daughter by blameing her for her death when in reality, she had sufferd post natel depression which ended in a suicide.
From the age of 5 he had beaten and molested her, she had never gone to school and was actually behind in her yrs.
she was 20 yrs old when she died and it was actually 30 yrs since her death that she came to me.
Her father had moved from that area and had chosen to live like a recluse in a shack very similar to the one they shared.
On entering the new shack i found it to be in a great state of dissaray and filth, it was very dimly lit and was coverd in webs, it had one beaten up arm chair, an old range type fire and a cheast or cabinet with drawers that had a black plastic box on top of it.
In this box was a photo of catherine and her mother (also catherine) and there was a silver chain with a pendant on it.
Apart from that i had no idea where abouts in the usa this place was but her father was still alive, in his 70's.
The paranormal investigator took it apon himself to send me ariel and full photos of areas that fit my description, along with many sites to see if i could pick out the trees i had seen that i didnt recognise, i agreed to take a look but told him i needed a break from it as it had really got to me.
In all truth i didnt get back to him or even take a look at the stuff he sent for a couple of days as i was just dumbstruck by it all, it effected me more than i imagined it would, then i got an email that made the blood drain from me.
He'd been in touch with the f.b.i and they had agreed to send the air fair over for my whole family if i was willing to go over and help them with their investigations,
i couldnt believe it, i dont know what scared me more, being that close to her or having to go through all of this and being branded some kind of freak when the word got out.
I told them that under the circumstances i would have to talk to the lady that brought her to my attention to get permission to use what she had confided to me and to see if she would be ok with being involved in somthing like this.
Luckily for me, she declined, she didnt want a bar of it and certainly didnt want her private life aired, and feared (quite selfishly i know) that if we found her body and released her, that she would lose her friend/ strength and wouldnt be able to cope with her life.
After a lot of humming and harring they decided that they wouldnt force the matter and i was saved from the ordeal of it all.
Now i know that this story does not prove that i actually found the body of a cold case victim, but what it does prove is that the information i recieved and shared, was enough to warrent an investigation.
How things actually turned out i dont know, i stopped the contact with this investigator after i learned that he was using my stuff and relaying it back to his team as his own findings ect ect.
As of this case, i dont get involved in one on one any more, or very rare, i walked away from spirit and they shut me down for quite sometime.
i stick to my photo readings these days of places and buildings to help investigators with cases using the same remote viewing method, but at least i know i can close down the photo and walk away from it these days .
After that episode i only saw her once again,
she came through in a mirror in another ladies daughters bedroom with several younger children.
Each had a story to tell and it seemed she was playing florence nighting gale to them all, bringing them to me to help get there stories out, only i had to walk away, i walked away from spirit for almost 18 months after that as i had nothing left to give.
I was totally mentally and physically drained, as this was just the end of a yr long roller coaster of events with spirit for me. xxx
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WARNING GRAPHIC CONTENT
This is quite hard to explain so please bare with me guys.
Around six yrs ago i was helping run a paranormal group over on aol, i met many wonderful people who chose to share their stories and experiences with me, some on the group and some in private.
One day this lady IMed me and asked if i could pick anything up for her to which i replied, i dont work that way, if they have anything to show me or say they will come forward as we speak, she was fine with my reply.
However it wasnt long before i sensed a very deep feeling of concern for this lady and had a scene roll out in front of me full of abuse and neglect.
I asked a few very personal questions that explained why i was seeing what i was seeing.
Like i have said before, what i see comes in the form of like being at the end of a video camera , watching a film unfold and it often comes to me twice in one sitting, firstly as the viewer and then again by actually being there (as in remote viewing).
what i saw il never forget and actually caused me to step back from all of this for quite some time.
The first images i got was of the most beautiful young woman running bare foot through a field, she had strawberry blonde hair and was wearing a white broidry englais dress, her complexion was very pale and freckly, the type of natural beauty people would pay thousands for.
As i relayed this back to this woman she got all excited saying "thats her, thats my strawberry sister"
She explained that she had the spirit of a young woman around her for around 3 yrs now and had shown herself to her only once but my discription fit her perfectly, so i asked why she called her her strawberry sister when i knew she was in fact no relation to her at all, she said she chose the name because of the colour of her hair and because she had been a comfort to her through her bad times.
As the vision/ film continued , she was on a dirt path that run along a main rd, she kept walking and came to a sml lemon orchard, it was a beautiful sunny day and everything seemed wonderful and serene until she came in view of an old run down shack that had been painted blue but was peeling through neglect and time.
I instinctively knew this was her home and could sense her rigidity and fear as she neared it, then just before she came to the first window she ducked down and snook across the front of the shack and then took off running.
she came to a sml wood of trees that i didnt recognise, (they were blonde wood (almost white) and had all the growth on the top but they wernt palm trees or anything that i recognised)
There was a sml river running through the middle of the trees and then she just came to a sudden stop at the tree line, there was a sml mound of dirt coverd in leaves at her feet.
It was as if someone had stopped to rewind the film , only this time i was there with her holding her hand, i could feel the sun on my skin, smell the air and hear all the regular everyday sounds around me.
The dirt path was very dry mud and the area itself although beside a main road was pretty quiet and remote, thats when i realised i wasnt in britain any more, i was infact in america (dont ask me how i knew as i have never been before in my life but just instictively knew that i was there) it was kinda like a hill billy existance.
I could smell the lemons on the trees , it was very strong and just in front of us i could see the shack with its peeling paint and an old tin bath hanging on the wall outside.
The next thing i knew is was being pulled down to a crouching position and was being dragged along the front of the shack, as we passed the door i could hear plain as day a mans voice shouting obsenities "you better get you axx in here you lil (lady of the night),i know your out there you bxxxh".
With that she took off, my heart was pounding out of my cheast when i heard the door crash open and the man (her father) gave chase.
we were heading for the sml wood with the weird looking trees when he stopped to pick up a tree branch that was on the ground then continued the chase.
I remember the wood not being very thick, you could see between the trees the grass that she had been playing on when she first came to me.
As we headed towards the river i could hear him shouting more filth and in her desperation and fright she stumbled and fell, i was left standing, just watching, as he approached and took the branch and beat her about the head until she was dead.
He sat for a moment to catch his breath and then very calmly went back to the shack and returned with a lrg sheet of plastic , a rope and a spade.
He folded her body into a kind of parcel shape (in on itself) then wrapped her in the plastic and tied it with the rope.
He carried her body to the tree line and began to dig a shallow grave and placed her body in it.
Well you can imagine ,i was totally in shock and the poor woman i was relaying this too was dumb struck, i told her that i needed to take a break and would talk to her another time.
That night i got in touch with a paranormal investigator whom id been helping from time to time in the u.s and told him what had happened, he was very excited and asked if i would try to make contact again to get more details of where this was and any personal details we could work with.
Reluctently i did, getting her name, catherine, and being shown that her mother died when she was around 5 yrs old leaving her father with a grudge against his daughter by blameing her for her death when in reality, she had sufferd post natel depression which ended in a suicide.
From the age of 5 he had beaten and molested her, she had never gone to school and was actually behind in her yrs.
she was 20 yrs old when she died and it was actually 30 yrs since her death that she came to me.
Her father had moved from that area and had chosen to live like a recluse in a shack very similar to the one they shared.
On entering the new shack i found it to be in a great state of dissaray and filth, it was very dimly lit and was coverd in webs, it had one beaten up arm chair, an old range type fire and a cheast or cabinet with drawers that had a black plastic box on top of it.
In this box was a photo of catherine and her mother (also catherine) and there was a silver chain with a pendant on it.
Apart from that i had no idea where abouts in the usa this place was but her father was still alive, in his 70's.
The paranormal investigator took it apon himself to send me ariel and full photos of areas that fit my description, along with many sites to see if i could pick out the trees i had seen that i didnt recognise, i agreed to take a look but told him i needed a break from it as it had really got to me.
In all truth i didnt get back to him or even take a look at the stuff he sent for a couple of days as i was just dumbstruck by it all, it effected me more than i imagined it would, then i got an email that made the blood drain from me.
He'd been in touch with the f.b.i and they had agreed to send the air fair over for my whole family if i was willing to go over and help them with their investigations,
i couldnt believe it, i dont know what scared me more, being that close to her or having to go through all of this and being branded some kind of freak when the word got out.
I told them that under the circumstances i would have to talk to the lady that brought her to my attention to get permission to use what she had confided to me and to see if she would be ok with being involved in somthing like this.
Luckily for me, she declined, she didnt want a bar of it and certainly didnt want her private life aired, and feared (quite selfishly i know) that if we found her body and released her, that she would lose her friend/ strength and wouldnt be able to cope with her life.
After a lot of humming and harring they decided that they wouldnt force the matter and i was saved from the ordeal of it all.
Now i know that this story does not prove that i actually found the body of a cold case victim, but what it does prove is that the information i recieved and shared, was enough to warrent an investigation.
How things actually turned out i dont know, i stopped the contact with this investigator after i learned that he was using my stuff and relaying it back to his team as his own findings ect ect.
As of this case, i dont get involved in one on one any more, or very rare, i walked away from spirit and they shut me down for quite sometime.
i stick to my photo readings these days of places and buildings to help investigators with cases using the same remote viewing method, but at least i know i can close down the photo and walk away from it these days .
After that episode i only saw her once again,
she came through in a mirror in another ladies daughters bedroom with several younger children.
Each had a story to tell and it seemed she was playing florence nighting gale to them all, bringing them to me to help get there stories out, only i had to walk away, i walked away from spirit for almost 18 months after that as i had nothing left to give.
I was totally mentally and physically drained, as this was just the end of a yr long roller coaster of events with spirit for me. xxx
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Little Marie Jefferson
Id like to share a truely special story with you all, one that is very close to my heart and has fascinated people the world over, the reason it is so special is because its true, it touched the lives of many and has won a special place in my families heart.
Back in 2006, i was working from home , helping paranormal investigative teams with their enquiries by reading from photographs, i had had much experience with spirit and the paranormal in general and had made many good friends and aquaintances both online and locally doing so.
So here is what happened the day i met little Marie Jefferson ...
around august 2006, we had a running joke in my house that i was loosing my marbles lol, i kept hearing someone call my name, i got "wend" several times which is what my hubby calls me, and i got wendy and mam a few times too. each time id shout "who's shouting, or what do you want" and as had become habit, noone had called on me and my family found it hillarious lol.
That was until one night i was sat at my pc chatting to dickyhart (stevie) on cam when i heard this really eerie whisper call out "maaaam ". i dont mind telling you my blood ran cold, i was actually frightened by it and quickly looked around to find nothing.
Stevie noticed my worry and concern on the cam and asked what was going on, i told him i was going to check on the kids and id brb.
all was fine and well, the kids were flat out sleeping snug in their beds, i couldnt make it out and i was quite un nerved by it all but still didnt say anything to stevie, it wasnt until i felt a real cold chill on my left side that i turned around and saw here standing there, next to my bed.
I can only imagine what my face must of been like as i turned back to stevie to explain what was actually happening, there stood a lil girl no more than 4 or 5 yrs old, she was wearing what i first thought was a nighty with a frill around the bottom, her feet were bare and she was dripping wet, her hair was hanging down over her face in a thick rats tale and she was faceing the floor in a very shy and frightened manner.
I could actually hear her crying and could sense her shivering as i sat there both excited and bewilderd, stevie kicked straight into investigative mode, asking me to ask her questions and to see if i could help her cross over by means of creating and guiding her towards the light.
Unfortunately and suprisingly to me, i was so freaked out by the situation i couldnt encourage her to go and i broke my heart at the thought of not being able to help her cross over.
I decided that we were both a lil overcome by the situation and that id leave her be for now and let her come to me in her own time.
I dont recall now if it was the same night , but i remember sitting here and feeling her presence to my right, only this time i couldnt see her, she kept barely touching my arm causing the hairs to stand up through a tickling sensation and after some time i felt her hand settle on my arm.
I cant explain what a triumph that was for me, i had finally earned her trust, she even kept a hold of my arm whilst i went downstairs to make a cup of tea and came back again.
Over time she got used to the family being around and she grew in confidence, playing games and teasing us all, but sadly late at night she would cry now and again, even waking my kids and causing them to come and check on me thinking i was the one in tears.
She would play peek a boo with my eldest lol, going into her room at night, gigling and then running away, we all heard her on the stairs and landing on several occasions.
All i ever learned from her was that she had been in the water a long time, she was lost and afraid and just wanted to go bk home.
Her name was marie jefferson but she couldnt tell me where she lived (she was after all only a child )
I still dont know to this day why she came here or how long shed actually been here before she plucked up the courage to grab my attention the way she did, but she stayed with us for three weeks from that day.
Marie's goodbye is one il never forget, she honerd us with physical proof of her existance and then never came bk again.
Il share that post with you shortly :) x
Back in 2006, i was working from home , helping paranormal investigative teams with their enquiries by reading from photographs, i had had much experience with spirit and the paranormal in general and had made many good friends and aquaintances both online and locally doing so.
So here is what happened the day i met little Marie Jefferson ...
around august 2006, we had a running joke in my house that i was loosing my marbles lol, i kept hearing someone call my name, i got "wend" several times which is what my hubby calls me, and i got wendy and mam a few times too. each time id shout "who's shouting, or what do you want" and as had become habit, noone had called on me and my family found it hillarious lol.
That was until one night i was sat at my pc chatting to dickyhart (stevie) on cam when i heard this really eerie whisper call out "maaaam ". i dont mind telling you my blood ran cold, i was actually frightened by it and quickly looked around to find nothing.
Stevie noticed my worry and concern on the cam and asked what was going on, i told him i was going to check on the kids and id brb.
all was fine and well, the kids were flat out sleeping snug in their beds, i couldnt make it out and i was quite un nerved by it all but still didnt say anything to stevie, it wasnt until i felt a real cold chill on my left side that i turned around and saw here standing there, next to my bed.
I can only imagine what my face must of been like as i turned back to stevie to explain what was actually happening, there stood a lil girl no more than 4 or 5 yrs old, she was wearing what i first thought was a nighty with a frill around the bottom, her feet were bare and she was dripping wet, her hair was hanging down over her face in a thick rats tale and she was faceing the floor in a very shy and frightened manner.
I could actually hear her crying and could sense her shivering as i sat there both excited and bewilderd, stevie kicked straight into investigative mode, asking me to ask her questions and to see if i could help her cross over by means of creating and guiding her towards the light.
Unfortunately and suprisingly to me, i was so freaked out by the situation i couldnt encourage her to go and i broke my heart at the thought of not being able to help her cross over.
I decided that we were both a lil overcome by the situation and that id leave her be for now and let her come to me in her own time.
I dont recall now if it was the same night , but i remember sitting here and feeling her presence to my right, only this time i couldnt see her, she kept barely touching my arm causing the hairs to stand up through a tickling sensation and after some time i felt her hand settle on my arm.
I cant explain what a triumph that was for me, i had finally earned her trust, she even kept a hold of my arm whilst i went downstairs to make a cup of tea and came back again.
Over time she got used to the family being around and she grew in confidence, playing games and teasing us all, but sadly late at night she would cry now and again, even waking my kids and causing them to come and check on me thinking i was the one in tears.
She would play peek a boo with my eldest lol, going into her room at night, gigling and then running away, we all heard her on the stairs and landing on several occasions.
All i ever learned from her was that she had been in the water a long time, she was lost and afraid and just wanted to go bk home.
Her name was marie jefferson but she couldnt tell me where she lived (she was after all only a child )
I still dont know to this day why she came here or how long shed actually been here before she plucked up the courage to grab my attention the way she did, but she stayed with us for three weeks from that day.
Marie's goodbye is one il never forget, she honerd us with physical proof of her existance and then never came bk again.
Il share that post with you shortly :) x
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Paranormal Insights Is Now Closed
Due to circumstances beyond our control, Paranormal Insights is officially closed , sorry i never got the chance to warn anyone :( Many thanks to Ray, Bill, Max and Stevie for all their support over the years xxx
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
Paranormal Insights
I just want to give a big " SHOUT OUT " to all of my wonderful friends that are helping to keep my paranormal website ticking over, you are doing a grand job guys thankyou.
If you have an interest in the paranormal or things that go bump in the night, why not head over there and check it out.
Paranormal Insights is unique in that it has a real family feel about it, everyone is willing to help each other where we can and if we dont have what you need on there, wel help you find it.
It isnt just a straight laced site , it has a fun side too with games and quizes, video's and much much more, the only thing we do ask is that our members must be 16 yrs or over to register.
So what are you waiting for, go take a peak and let me know back here what you think, or come back and let us know how you feel we might improve the site, all suggestions are welcome x
Friday, 18 December 2009
My Paranormal World
I Have had a personal interest in the paranormal for many years, prompting me to run groups on both aol and yahoo in the past.
Almost 3 years ago, i created my first website on the paranormal , i named it "Paranormal Insights".
It is still a very dear passion of mine even though due to circumstances beyond my control, i cant spend as much time on it as id like, but Ray and the other moderators are keeping her going nicely in my absence, thanks guys :).
If you would like to check out my personal experiences, and any other information for that matter, you can take a look and hopefully subscribe here
http://paranormalinsights.com.
We pride ourselves on running a friendly family enviroment and anyone is welcome.
This forum was created to bring like minded people together in a friendly enviroment with the intention of giving you a voice, a place to share your views, opinions and experiences on the many different aspects the paranormal has to offer.
Everyone is welcome , yes that means skeptics too, we are all entitled to share our views, so if this sounds like the place for you, why not drop in and see what we have to offer .
I hope you enjoy your visit and will return again soon.
All members must be 16 or over
Thankyou.
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