Mar 25, 2011
Let me start by asking everyone Please Do Not look at the picture until you have read the entire story which is very long. I will remind you at the end to view it then. This is my story of what paranormal experiences that have happened during my life that has convinced me that God does exists, and there is an Afterlife. LOL Please know that I do not claim to be “The Ghost Whisperer” I do not get up in the morning surrounded by dozens of spirits that I can see and hear that are looking for assistance to cross over into the light. I have, however, had several experiences where the spirits have come to me, and that has convinced me that when we die that is not the end.
I had received a spiritual message for over a year now, and felt I had to go somewhere before I could make my decision to post my story or not. I went to a group reading done by the Psychic John Edwards on March 18th. I had Never been to any type of psychic or fortuneteller etc in my life. It was interesting, but I did not receive any new information or a reading that night, so I’m still questioning why I received the message to go in the 1st place. Today is mine, and would have been my mother’s birthday. I thought what better day to tell my story than today.
When I was growing up, life in my household was bad, due to alcoholism, daily fights, and physical abuse. So I spent a lot of time in my room alone, out of the line of fire so to speak. Both Mom and Dad's beliefs were there are No God, and No Afterlife. Their thoughts were that Heaven and Hell are right here on Earth, and once you're dead, your dead, period. Early on before my 1st actual encounter, I too questioned the afterlife and God's existence at times. I thought if there were a God, he wouldn't let all this bad stuff happen. But I also questioned exactly how all the people and beautiful things in the world came to be in existence in the first place if someone higher up had not created them.
I don't know what all your personal thoughts are on God and the Afterlife, but I’m now a firm believer, and started that belief around 9 years old. I’m glad to say that both mom and dad changed their thoughts on these things too, although much, much, later in their lives.
When I was a child, and up until I got my pain pump in 2002, I would receive premonitions or visions in the form of dreams that Always came to pass just as I had saw in my dream that they would. I even saved my ex's life by what I saw in one of them. They occurred almost nightly, and because of the large number of them, most of the ones I received back then have long been fulfilled and forgotten. I told my mom and dad about having these, when they were occurring, and they did not believe me. I suspect I still receive them because I always did before, but I can no longer remember any of my dreams because of the meds I’m on.
In addition to the many, many visions or premonitions I received. I also had 3 Spirit encounters when I was growing up. I could always tell when a Spirit was around me because my heart started to race, and my breathing got very rapid. (It’s kind of hard to explain what happens, but it’s similar to what an anxiety attack feels like, yet not exactly the same). When it happened the 1st time, I didn't understand what was going on, but quickly learned that when it happened something paranormal would soon follow. I personally think it happens because of the energy the Spirits gives off, but can’t be certain about that. The encounters are so strange regardless of who the spirit is. I had/have a fear of the unknown, and every time the symptoms start I think to myself, “Oh crap what's going to happen this time”, and yes, it often makes me very uncomfortable and terrified at times.
The very first spirit I saw, as a child, was a full figure silhouette of a man wearing a top hat standing in the hallway. He turned, looked at me, and continued on his way. I now again live in my childhood home, and I have no idea who he is, but I still see him frequently as does my ex, who lives here too. The man is always seen in the same exact area, and performs the same exact thing over, and over again.
The second one I encountered was a demonic face that just appeared out of the blue one night it turned and growled at me, then disappeared. The 3rd encounter was when I felt an icy presences brush across my back. It then went towards the backdoor/basement door area. When I leaned around to see if I could see what or who it was the glass on the back door, which was tightly closed, shattered. Needless to say I about crapped down both legs. The glass did not break from the outside in; it broke from the inside out. The shattered glass was lying all over the back porch and driveway. I've never saw or sensed the demonic face spirit, or whoever the icy presences that broke the glass was again, but continue to see the 1 man often. Of course, mom and dad again didn’t believe me when I told them about the things I had happen and had seen. Also because of the glass being broken from the inside out, I actually was the one they blamed for breaking it too.
I moved from my childhood home when I was 18. Other than the usual frequent premonitions/visions, everything remained relatively encounter free for many years until after mom’s death, then the encounters started again.
Dec 27th the night before Mom was to be buried. I was at my home (different home than my childhood home where the other encounters happened), and I could feel her arms around me, protecting me. Best I can describe my home that night, is it was like a portal of some sort had been opened up. There were Spirits everywhere in my house that night. I have no clue exactly how many, but I know it was at least 10 or more, all at the same time. I could sense them, just vaguely make out their features, I could feel their icy presences brushing against me, and I definitely knew they were there. I could also hear them, but could not make out what they were saying. It was distorted and muffled but sounded like a room filled with a 1000 people all whispering, talking, and laughing at the same time.
My cat that is generally very calm, and lazy was hissing, squalling loudly, and jumping at them as they would come by. Talk about someone being freaked out, both my cat and me were scared to death. Mom's presence was the only one I could recognize, or that was familiar to me. Not all the Spirits there that night were friendly, but I continued to feel her arms around me protecting me from all the spirits that had come through this open portal door. I called my sister on my cordless house phone. She no sooner answered, and the power in the house went out, and along with that the phone went dead.
I had no clue where a flashlight was at, and couldn't see much of anything in the darkness but could feel everything going on around me. After finally locating my cell phone in the darkness, I called her back screaming to come help me get out of there. They were way out in the country at a friend's house, and she said it would take at least 30 mins to an hour to get there, and I wasn't about to wait that long. I called my ex and asked him to come help me get my car out of the garage because the power was out, and the electric door on the garage wouldn't work, so he did. Me and my cat went to his house for the night, then to mom’s funeral the next day, and never had any other encounters at that house after that.
After Mom's funeral, I went to her and dad's house, and told him about what had happened at my house the night before. He kind of sarcastically giggled the word “Huh” and said, "Bull $hit, I’ve told you I don't believe in that crap, so stop telling me that crazy **** because I don't believe it for one minute. I've told you before once you’re dead your dead, and there ain't no coming back."
About 3 months later, the best thing that could have happened to change his mind about that, did. Mom paid Him a visit too LOL. Dad came over the next day and said, "Brenda, I need to talk to you about something." I said "Ok Dad, what do you need to talk about?” (Of course concerned that he was sick again or worse, by the seriousness in his voice when the told me he needed to talk to me). He then proceeded to say, "The strangest damn thing happened to me last night, I know this is crazy sounding, but Joyce(my mom's name) came to see me last night." I said, " Oh she did, did she? (Nodding my head yes, and about half way smirking and thinking I Told You So LOL) I said, "No Dad, actually it doesn't sound crazy to me because that is what I've been trying to tell you for years now." He said, "Yeah, I know you have, but I really didn't believe you, until it happened to me last night."
Anyway, Mom coming to see him tickled him to death, he was ranting and raving about Mom talking to him, and touching him. He said, " I use to think that God and all that Afterlife talk was just a bunch of bull, but I guess I was wrong, and there is something to it after all." Trust me, for my Dad to admit he was wrong, or that God and the hereafter exists was unheard of because Dad was a very stubborn man, never apologized to anyone, and refused to admit he was wrong, ever. She had to have made one heck of an impact on him. I thought to myself, "Way To Go Mom!"
My sister has had a couple of small paranormal experiences since mom died too. She has heard mom call her name, and once felt mom’s hand on her face. She too was a non believer and often questioned God’s existence and the afterlife until these things happened to her.
About a year after mom’s death, dad moved in with a friend. Then Dad died too in 2009. David and I moved into dad and mom’s house (my childhood home). This house is still very active with Spirit activity, like it was when I was growing up, but it seems to be mostly mom now. We still see the silhouetted man in the top hat that I saw as a child frequently. For a couple of months after Dad died we sensed dad’s presences here, but we don't now. Knowing him, he has found a big poker game(his favorite past time when alive) somewhere and is too busy doing his own thing to visit right now.
Mom on the other hand is always here. I sense her presence frequently. David or I can be sitting in the bathroom and there is a folded towel lying over the tub, more to the inside of the tub than outside (I deliberately do it that way to prevent it from falling in the floor should it fall off). You can sit and watch it start to physically moved, and it will drop in the floor with no one even close to it (this has happened numerous times), and because of the way it is placed it actually should fall into the tub, not on the floor when it falls. Also, I can be walking into the kitchen and the dishtowel that hangs over the cabinet door will fall to the floor, or the washrag hanging over the sink will all the sudden drop into the sink, or fall onto the floor. All this has happened a lot. I suspect this is just mom’s way of saying that she’s still here. During the time when all this is going on my dogs will bark/growl, and the cat will meow/hiss while looking into the air, and follow things with their eyes that I cannot see, but often sense.
The most Precious and Special Encounter with Mom (not that they all aren't precious and special to me) was on 10-10-10. About 2 days prior to that date I was in bed and I sensed her presence in the room with me, and I thought I'm going to have a camera ready the next time this happens, and just start snapping. On the above date I was lying in bed on my side facing the middle of the bed, but was kind of rolled towards my stomach, and felt her presences again. Of course the heart racing, rapid breathing etc started again as usual. This time I felt her forearms come down on my back, and she basically held me down. This was not in a violent holding down way it was a more of a calm down, its just Mom, and I'm not going to hurt you.
Once I managed to get myself calmed down, I felt her arms lift off of my back, and felt her sit on the bed beside me (It was just like if you had sat down on the bed next to me, I felt it sink down as if her weight had been placed on it and everything.) It was so Unbelievably Amazing and she started to rub my hair with her hand. When she finished rubbing my hair, I felt her get up off the bed, (I felt the indention in the bed rise etc.), and felt her spirit heading away from me. I immediately jumped up and grabbed my camera that I had ready with new batteries so I could start snapping as planned. I managed to snap 1 picture, heard a beep, read the message that said low battery, and the camera immediately turned off. I’ve heard that Spirits can drain all the power out of batteries, and I suspect this is exactly what happened that night. I turned on my light; put my other set of batteries in the camera and turned it on to see if those batteries worked, and if the picture I managed to take showed anything. In the pic, I could see a spirit face which I am 100% sure is my Mom.
I waited about a week to tell David about this experience (he sleeps in a different part of the house than I do) because it was such a special thing between mom and me that I wanted to keep it between us at least for a little while. I finally decided to tell him about my experience and show him the picture I had taken. I told him I was sure it was mom (he never met my mom), and he said it probably was.
Anyway, that same night he was in the other room sitting on the floor watching TV, and had some of the dogs with him on the floor. He said all of the sudden the dogs start to bark and a picture of my Mom and Dad just starts falling on a table. There was no one, nor any animal anywhere near it. He said it was like it was falling in slow motion going BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, on and on. He said it scared the hell out of him, and the dogs were going berserk. I personally think it was mom’s way of verifying that it was in fact her the week before.
A few nights later I'm in the hallway headed to the bathroom and I hear this real low voice say "Brenda", I stop and listen again thinking did I just hear that or did I imagine it. I didn't say anything to Dave at all about what I'd heard, or thought I'd heard because I wasn't absolutely sure I had really heard it. About 2 days later he told me he heard someone call his name twice the other night. He said he heard someone say "David" and he got up, came into my part of the house to see if it was me calling for him, and I was sound asleep. Later on that night he heard it again, and the 2nd time he could tell it wasn't coming from my part of the house, but was in the same area that he was at.
A couple weeks after that, one of my dogs and me were sitting on the side of the bed and I was typing on my laptop. All of the sudden, out of nowhere comes this Fast Moving, Freezing, Hard Blowing, Vortex Type, Wind. It went WHOOOOSHHHHHH, and then was gone as quickly as it started. My hair was flying all around and my dog's hair was flying all around, she was barking, and looking all around and at then back at me as if to say “What The Hell Was That?” I started laughing, mainly because of the expression on my dogs face, and just shaking my head. The air was so cold that I pulled the bedspread up around us both. I told my little dog, "My Goodness Mollie, whoever that was, had somewhere to be quick, didn't they?"
I was watching my Grandson on 2-1-11, and I felt a lot of presences in the house that night. Nothing physically happened to me personally other than the usual warning signs I get when a spirit is around me, but I absolutely knew I wasn't alone. When I mentioned to David that the house seemed very “busy” last night he said, "Yeah more busy than you know.” When I asked him what had happened, he said he had seen a misty white full body apparition of a woman in the dining room twice the night before. I still have not personally seen her, and he hasn’t mentioned seeing her again, so maybe she’s moved on.
One night shortly after that I went down to the basement to do laundry I heard this really loud Growl right beside me. It scared me and caught me off guard because I wasn’t expecting it, and I screamed out “ Stop It.” So far so good on that, it stopped immediately, and hasn’t happened again.
Last week I was sitting in my bedroom watching TV, and this time I heard a man’s voice say my name. I answered, “What” thinking it was David outside my door. I got up to check and he was lying on the couch watching TV. I said, “It wasn’t you was it?” He said, “What wasn’t me?” I said, “Did you just come to my BR door and holler for me?” He said, “No it wasn’t me.” I said, “Well somebody just did.” I just heard my name being called and with the TV going, really didn’t pay a lot of attention to who’s voice it was. So all I can say is that it was definitely a man’s voice. It could possibly have been dad, but I really can’t say for sure.
Anyway, there you have it. I think I have everything in it. I’m sorry it ended up being so long . All the stuff you just read is what has happened to me up until this point. LOL you're probably thinking this gal is nuts, but I promise you I'm not. I know, what I know, I've seen, what I've seen, and the encounters I’ve had with mom I wouldn't trade them for a million bucks. All this has changed my thoughts on a lot of things, and I know for a fact that when we die that is not the end.
Please don’t forget to go back and look at the picture. The picture was taken in a completely dark room, with a digital camera aimed up towards the ceiling. It actually looks better on the camera itself, but you should be able to make out mom’s face in it. I won’t know what it will look like on MH until after I post it. I do have another copy that I darkened in Microsoft word, and you can make the features out as well in that one as the one on the camera, but I want to try to post the unedited one 1st unless it will let me post them both.
After posting the journal I checked the pic and determined that the picture if opened to full view is virtually impossible to make it out, but if you use your computer magnifier (located under your start menu, accessories, accessibility) on magnification setting 2 and look at it that way you can see it really well. Feel free to let me know if you have trouble viewing the pic, and I will post the darker one or send it to you. Have A Wonderful Day, and God Bless Brenda