At certain times while trying to rest, I have spirits in my space who are trying to get my attention. I can see them in great facial detail, to the point I could actually sketch them if I had the talent. Usually, if I see one, I will see several more within that same period of time.
It is possible for me to see them with my eyes closed or when they are open. However, it does seem more prevalent when I am meditating or resting; it does not happen every single day though. These things have been happening for up to 15 years now. I have also had my covers tucked in around me at night, along with my covers pulled off of me. I hear whispering in my ear every now and then but I am unable to decipher the message. A jar of peanut butter was thrown to my kitchen floor. My printer had come to life on its own several times in one of my former homes.
Once my mother got sick, through the final two months of her life, it seemed as though a portal to another dimension was opening up, as many supernatural events started happening in her home during that time. There had never been things like this happening here before. There were flickering lights in the house, smoke alarms would burst into action, floating ectoplasm in my bedroom that was in the form of a dusty reddish brown and lots of orbs that hovered around my mother's bed. There was also the mystery of a little girl spirit that my mother could see from time to time. We had a monitor set up in my mother's room so we could watch her at night and saw some movement over the monitor of covers being thrown back and a figure getting out of her bed. We witnessed alot of childlike play around the bottom of the bed during the daytime. I think maybe this had to have been the little girl my mother talked about. Every night a brilliant orb rested at my mother's side on top of the bed covers. The very last thing I experienced on the monitor just before she died, was seeing the forms of people standing around her bedside, one of which was my father who had passed away 18 years previous. There was also my mother's mother who died in 2007, my daddy's mother stood at his side and two others who I was never able to identify.
I had read of others experiencing this type activity during the last days of a parent's life; so it is apparent it does happen; loved ones can return when a person is near death. This can possibly account for a dying individual looking at the ceiling, seeming to talk to someone or reaching out for something.
I have had something following me from place to place from the time I was saved. This entity is always around me. I can't say I have seen him in solid form; however, I caught a shadow figure in a photograph while taking pictures of my chihuahua, quite by accident. I have always been aware that this spirit lingers. It feels as if it is a male entity. He has followed me from the previous property to most all places I have called home; I would say all of them, but the spirit has been much more active at some of these locations.
During the last couple months, I have been experiencing poltergeist activity. It has become very troublesome for me. I never really felt it was a negative spirit before, but I have been frightened more over time with loud bangs, popping noises and lately, crazy noises around the entire outside perimeter of my home that sounds like someone trying to break in. It is an old mobile home so it is very loud and scary. It sounds almost like crushing metal. When I get the nerve to check it out there is never anything out there or any issues with windows or such. This isn't every night, but it is often enough to really unnerve me. I wonder now if this is a second entity because the poltergeist does not seem as friendly as the other spirit.
Any of you who don't believe in the spirit world would have no doubt if you had seen or heard some of the things that I have witnessed. These are just a few of the things. I have definitely learned just because you do not see something doesn't necessarily mean it's not there.
We all have guardian angels who watch over us too. Each of us has only to think back to how many times we have come close to being harmed only to have what we can only describe as a miracle keep us from it. I have had several circumstances from my life that surely come to mind and I am certain you have too.
When young, I was driving a tractor in the hay field with a long flatbed trailor on the back.
The pasture we were in had some very steep places in it. Clumsily forgetting what I was doing, I mashed in on the clutch sending us barreling down one of these hills. Well, I could not just let up on it, the tractor would stop too fast. There were a couple men on the trailor that had been stacking hay on the back that got thrown off because we were moving so fast. All I had to have mistakenly done was to panic and cut that steering wheel and that tractor would have flipped over and jack knived. That would have been the end of me. When I did manage to get the tractor stopped, it stopped with enough force to sandwich a square bale of hay between the fender and tire.
I caught a pan of grease on fire one time. I started running for the backdoor through our living room where two ceiling fans were on. The flames blew back towards me and when they did I jerked it away from me, splattering the hot grease over part of one hand and I dropped the skillet. When I think back to how much worse that could have been! My clothes could have very easily caught fire. There had been an elderly woman in our neighborhood that during the winter she backed up too close to an old gas heater and her robe caught fire. She died as a result. That gives you pause as to how fast things can happen.
Also when young, I was driving my boyfriend's sports car. I have always had kind of a lead foot.
I was on a country road and the sun hit me square in the eyes and I lost control of the car, spinning round and round in the road. Thank goodness no other vehicle came down the road at that time. I suddenly realized my hands were not even on the steering wheel but there was someone or something definitely steering it. I saw the wheel moving normally under complete control...it was not me.
I would certainly have flipped if not for my angel. I was just going too fast for it not to have flipped over. Not only that, I felt I was in a time warp because when the car stopped spinning, I was on the correct side of the road, still moving as though it had never happened.
What a strange feeling that was.
Before I stopped the nighttime door dashing, I was making my last delivery one evening. When I arrived at the customer's home, they did not have any driveway to pull in to so I pulled into the edge of their front lawn, parked and turned on my emergency flashers. I got out to retrieve my delivery from the back seat and could see car lights approaching very quickly. I watched as it seemed to get faster and I could hear their car starting to slap the bushes and I knew they would more than likely hit me or my car, possibly both. I had to move and move fast. This car ran up between my car and the customer's door trying to avoid hitting my car. She never saw me. If I had not took off running or slipped and fell while running from her car...I would have been hit. The right front of this car missed me by only a few inches.
We need to always have gratitude. Be thankful for the protection that our Heavenly Father gives us. The older you get, it really makes you think.
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