~Not My Husband~

 

 

 Given all of my experiences, I don't scare all that easily.  Last night however, I had a rather good scare.  In fact I had the ever living shit scared out of me, and I have to admit that I haven't been as scared as I was last night in a very, very long time.  It was the type of scare that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end and kicked my heart rate up almost immediately. 

 

I have been fighting a horrible cold and chest infection and was feeling really tired.  I decided to head to bed a bit early at around 7 p.m.  I fell into a deep sleep rather quickly.  At one point I woke up and turned onto my right side.  I had no idea what time it was.  As I settled onto my right side, I felt my husband snuggling in behind me like he always does.  I then felt that familiar feeling of when he rests his hand on my hip.  I snuggled back into him as I snuggled into my pillow and began to fall back asleep.

 

Within a few minutes I heard my husband breathing really loudly and snoring softly.  He is a loud snorer and normally when he starts snoring I gently nudge him and he will turn on his left side away from me so that he isn't facing me, and his snoring therefore isn't so loud. 

 

As soon as I heard him begin breathing deeply and softly snoring, I gently nudged him with my left elbow.  However, he didn't turn over.  I gently nudged him again, a bit harder.  Again, he didn't turn over.  He then began snoring louder.  While still laying on my right side, facing away from him, I reached my left hand back and poked him.  Still he continued to snore. 

 

Just then, I heard my husband outside our bedroom door talking.  My eyes immediately flew open.  What the hell was he doing in the hall?  And if he was in the hall, who the hell was laying in bed with me?  I immediately looked to my left and saw the dark outline of a man laying in bed beside me.  Panic stricken I yelled out for my husband and immediately turned on the lamp beside my bed.  I looked to the other side of the bed and saw nothing.  There was no one there. 

 

I flew off the bed and whipped open the bedroom door to find my husband across the hall in our son's room.  I called out to him, "Didn't you hear me yell for you?"  My husband walked out of our son's room where he had been putting our youngest son to bed and said, "No, why? What's wrong?"  As I headed into the washroom I told him, "Oh nothing, I just awoke to find some man laying in bed with me."  My husband laughed and said, "What?" 

 

As I came out of the washroom and headed back into my bedroom, I found my husband sitting on our bed.  He smiled when he saw me and said, "What happened?"  I said, "Never mind, I'll tell you about it tomorrow, I'm too tired to talk right now."  I then headed back into my bed, layed down,  and fell fast asleep again.  Thankfully when I awoke again later throughout the night, the only man I found in bed with me was my husband.

 

 

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~Haunted House~

I don't know where the knowledge or ability comes from, but when I step into a home I can sense things, and pick up certain energies.

How I am able to do so I honestly can not say.  It is not something I control or even have to focus on.  I am simply flooded with thoughts, images and feelings, which at times can be really intense.

This brings me to the experience I had regarding a friends home a few years ago.

A close friend of mine and my husband's had purchased a home and had been living there only a short time when his teenage son awoke one night to see someone standing in the doorway of his bedroom.

At first, his son thought it was his dad (my friend), but once he realized it wasn't, he was terrified. All he saw was the dark outline of someone, but what terrified him the most was that he was quite certain that he had no idea who the person was, he had never seen them before.

This experience occurred a few more times and it terrified him so much that he began sleeping in another room of the home, refusing to sleep in his bedroom.

My friend contacted my husband and I and spoke to us about all of it, and asked if I'd come out to his house and see if I could pick up anything or sense something, to which I happily agreed.

Upon entering his home I immediately felt a strong sense of someone present that previously lived in the home.  I sensed an older gentleman.  I could sense that he was very kind, and he had done a lot of work renovating the home over many years, and took much pride in that house.

I sensed that he was definitely not "evil" or a danger, but a very kind, loving soul.  I also sensed that he was well aware of the fact that he had passed, but he loved his home and appeared quite happy to hang around there.

He was however, a bit concerned with some things that had been occurring in the home that he had observed.  These were things surrounding my friend's teenage son, the same son that saw a figure in his bedroom doorway a handful of times.

I headed down to the basement, to the bedroom of my friend's son, and sat and talked with him.  I began talking to him about the things that the former owner of the home was communicating to me. About what he had seen, and things that had concerned him.  In fact, that was why he had appeared.  He had not appeared out of malice or to scare anyone, he was simply watching over my friend's son.

As I was talking with my friend's son about everything, he began to get very emotional.  His eyes welled up with tears.  He couldn't believe I knew the things I knew.  At first it really creeped him out. However, after we spoke, he completely understood the feelings of the previous owner and why he had appeared.  He no longer feared seeing him.

He called his dad (my friend) down to his bedroom where he and I were sitting and talking, and told him of the things I had told him and discussed with him.  My friend was amazed and rather speechless over  how I could possibly have known all of what I knew.  He asked me, "How do you know all that?"  I told him, "I don't know, the thoughts simply come to me."

Either way, my friend and his son were astounded that I knew about such very personal things, including conversations that had taken place between the two of them when it was only the two of them present in the house at the time.

At their urging, I communicated with the older gentleman that lived in the home previously.  I told him exactly what my friend and his son had asked me to tell him.  I told him that they were fine with him being in the home, but they wanted him to please refrain from doing anything that may scare them.  Things like opening and closing cupboards as he had been doing.  They also wanted him to stop turning lights off and on.  After communicating with the former owner, I did a house cleansing with Sage.

A few weeks later, my friend informed my husband and I that he and his son had not experienced any further problems in the home or any scares.  His son had also not seen anyone in his bedroom doorway at night. 

Our friend also informed us that he had been able to talk with some of his neighbours and was able to verify what I told him.  He discovered that the previous owner was an older gentleman who lived there with his wife.  They lived in the home for many years, and the gentleman had done much work on the house over the course of the many years that they lived there.  Their children were all grown.

My friend was able to verify that the previous owner took much pride in his home, given all the work that he had put into it.  And, just as I had sensed, he was a very kind man. My friend discovered that all of the neighbours thought very highly of him, and were saddened when they learnt of his passing. After his passing, his wife decided to sell the home.  It was my friend who then bought the home.


"We are not human beings on a spiritual journey.  We are spiritual beings on a human journey."
~Unknown~


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~The Voices~

From about the age of four or five years of age, my eldest daughter began talking about voices that she claimed she would hear in her bedroom at night while sleeping.  

According to my daughter, there were nights when she would be asleep and would get woken up by the sound of people talking in her bedroom.  

She said that the voices weren't loud, but they were loud enough that it would wake her up.  

She said that whenever she opened her eyes the talking would stop, but as soon as she closed her eyes and began to fall back asleep, she would hear the sound of people talking again. She was not scared by any of it whatsoever, just mostly annoyed.  What annoyed her the most was that she never saw anyone, she only heard them.

It struck me as odd because my younger daughter slept in the same room with her and said that she never heard any voices or heard people talking.  But she was claiming to see a little girl in their bedroom some nights.  Apparently my younger daughter would awaken through the night to find the little girl sitting on the floor in their bedroom, playing with my daughters toys.

I found all of it to be rather strange, and that was because it appeared that I had some sort of "sensitivities", or what one would label "psychic abilities".  From the time I was a small child, I was able to see and communicate with spirits.  I too would hear the sound of chatter while sleeping in my bed at night.  The big difference between my daughter and I however, was that whenever I opened my eyes, I would find someone standing in my room, near my bed.  It was usually a deceased loved one.

I was then usually given information and some insight about things that had occurred, or would come to pass. Things that I had no possible way of knowing anything about.  For the most part however, it was usually just a loved one that had passed on and who simply wanted to say hello and ask me to pass on a message to someone in the family.

My parents were well aware of my rather odd and rare ability, as was my brother.  My husband knew all about it too. Both of my daughters however, knew nothing about any of it.  So, when they began displaying possible signs of being "sensitive" as well, I along with my parents and my brother, found all of it rather interesting to say the very least.

As for my husband, he found it all interesting but was for the most part, completely creeped out by all of it. He was under the wrong assumption that all spirits were creepy and something to be feared.

And his fear definitely got the worst of him one night.

It was shortly after midnight and I was exhausted, yet I was still up.  I was a nursing student at the time and I was up studying and working on a paper.  I was down in the basement, sitting at the computer typing when I heard my husband yell out my name from upstairs.  It startled me because he called out so loudly and he sounded really upset.

I immediately got up from the computer and ran up the stairs to him.  I found him standing at the top of the stairs outside of our daughters bedroom, just standing there, looking petrified.  As I approached him I asked him what the hell was wrong and why he screamed for me so loudly like he had.  I asked him if the girls were okay and he nodded his head yes  He walked towards me and took me by the arm.  We headed downstairs to the living room.

When we reached the living room he turned towards me and said, "I just had the shit scared out of me."  He said, "I have never been so terrified in my life like I was just now."

Feeling tired and a bit cranky, I was starting to feel rather annoyed with him.  I still had studying to do, and had hoped to work some more on my paper. I said, "What the hell is this all about?  What is your problem?"

He said, "I know that for you it's no big deal, you're used to this kind of thing.  Personally I don't understand any of it and I definitely don't want any of it."

Staring at him and feeling even more annoyed with him I said, "What the hell are you talking about?"

He then told me that he had been in bed asleep and woke up to go to the wash room.  After going to the wash room, he decided to go into the girls room to check on them.  As he approached their bedroom door he said that he heard what sounded like a bunch of people talking and it was coming from our daughters bedroom.  He said it was distinct and was definitely the sound of chatter, and it was definitely coming from within their bedroom.

He said that he opened their bedroom door and as soon as he did the talking immediately stopped.  He said that it really creeped him out.   He walked into their room, and walked over to our younger daughters bed. He saw that she was sound asleep, so he covered her up and bent down to give her a kiss.  He then approached our older daughters bed and saw that she too was sound asleep.  He said that he then bent down to give her a kiss too, but as he did he said that he heard the sound of talking again.

He said it terrified him because the voices and talking were coming from somewhere around and just a little bit above our daughters bed, right within the room.  He said it was like he had walked up to a group of people that were talking. He couldn't believe that he was hearing it because there was no one in the room with him.

I said, "So what did you do then?"  He said, "That's when I ran out of the room and yelled for you."

I began laughing and said, "Well, she said that she has heard people talking in her room at night, I guess she wasn't kidding."  He said, "Well I'm glad you find it funny and can joke about it. Why the hell would I hear it?"  I told him I had no idea why, and I really didn't.  I told him that I guess he had just happened to pick up on it.  He then said, "Well, if this is what it's like for you guys to hear spirits and stuff, I definitely do not want it."

I asked him what he was so afraid of, and he said, "Remember the movie The Exorcist?"  I said, "Yeah, why?"  He said, "Remember how freaky she looked when she was possessed?  Well, I just picture ghosts and spirits looking all scary and shit like that."   I rolled my eyes and said, "Give me a break.  Of all the ghosts I've ever seen, not one of them looked scary.  They just look like ordinary people.  And besides, why are you so quick to associate ghosts or spirits with evil scary stuff?  How do you know that the voices aren't simply her loved ones that have gathered around her and are simply watching over her?  Or perhaps it's her guardian angels?"  He said, "Well I don't know."  I said, "Exactly, so calm the hell down."  I then told him, "You need to seriously lay off watching scary movies."


"Make yourself familiar with the angels, and behold them frequently in spirit; for, without being seen, they are present with you."
~St Francis de Sales~


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~His Other Home~

As a parent, I am more than aware of the fact that children have wonderful imaginations, and they are more than capable of dreaming up all sorts of wild fantasies and tales.

Despite that fact, I very much believe that children, being so young and recent to earth side, have an easier time recalling memories from a previous life.

And yes, I do believe in reincarnation, that we live many lives.  It sounds crazy to some I know, but it is what I believe.

Every one of my children, while still fairly young, would talk of memories, of what appeared to be things they recalled from a previous existence.  Many of the things they spoke of were unusual, things they would have no way of knowing, especially at such a young age.

My youngest child, pretty much from the time he could talk would; from time to time, say that he wanted to go home.  The very first time I ever heard him say it, he was all of two years of age.  He was tired and therefore was becoming rather cranky and whiny as kids often do when they are tired.  While I was gathering his things to get him into bed ie; his pacifier and his "blankie", he began crying and said, "I wanna' go home."

I looked at him, finding the comment rather odd since we had lived in the same home since he was born and he had never known any other home, I said, "What do you mean buddy?  You are home."  While still crying he said, "Not this home, my other home."  I scooped him up in my arms, covered him in kisses and said, "You're tired, lets go to bed."

Later that evening, my husband who had heard our son's comment, told me how odd he thought the comment was.  I agreed and said, "Who knows, perhaps he remembers another home from another lifetime."  My husband, who was only recently beginning to believe in that sort of thing said, "You think so really?  I was actually wondering the same thing."

A few days later and while upset about something, again our son said he wanted to go home.  When my husband and I told him that he was home, again he said, "No, my other home."

As the weeks and months passed, our son told us many times that he wanted to go home.  When we told him he was already home, he would always reply, "No, my other home."  My parents witnessed this quite a few times as well.

As my son's vocabulary grew and he was speaking more and more, we began asking him about this "other home".  He told us, "It was where I lived before this home."

One time I asked him what his other home was like to which he responded, "You don't remember?"  So I told him, "No, I don't remember."  To which he replied, "It was nice, I liked that home."  Then he would insist that he wanted to go back there.  When I asked him why, he would just shrug his shoulders.  He informed us that my husband and I lived there too.

I still remember one time in particular.  He was upset about something and began to cry.  While crying he said, "I wanna' go home."  I hugged him and told him not to cry and said, "You are home buddy."  He then looked up at me, and with the saddest face I had ever seen on him, he said, "No mommy, not this home.  I want to go back to my other home."  Then he said, "Please mommy, can we go back there?"  He insisted that he missed that home and he wanted to go back.

I hugged him so tightly and told him that no, we couldn't go back there, that where we lived now was our home.  He cried and cried, and I just held him and rocked him in my arms.  Eventually he fell asleep.  After that incident, he only mentioned wanting to go back to his other home a handful of times.  He is now five, and it has been well over a year since he talked of his other home and wanting to go back there.  He just suddenly stopped mentioning it.


I look at my son and see what an immense and genuine little bundle of love he is.  He has always greeted my husband and I first thing in the morning with a huge smile, pretty much right from the time he was a baby and began smiling.  He truly is a ray of sunshine.  He has the biggest, most beautiful blue eyes.  Every where he goes people smile at him.  He is so loving and kind.  He is one whose feelings get hurt very easily.

I look at my little boy, and I can see why he would want to go back to his "other home", especially if it is one he remembers that existed on the other side.  With all of the craziness and negativity in this world, I can see how it all could, and probably will, affect someone like my little boy.  But, hopefully he is stronger than all of that, and that there are more souls like him.  Souls with a tremendously bright inner light that will glare throughout this world and banish and destroy any and all darkness that exists.

I look at my son, in fact I look at all of my children, and I see God.  I see the pure love from which we all are a part of and from which we all come.  I see the unconditional love that we are all capable of, if only we would tear down our barriers and look beyond our differences, focusing instead on all of our similarities. And yes, I believe it is possible.  With love, all things are possible.


"Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God."
~John 4: 7-10~



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