Validation

I know this starts out seeming to be a blog seeking for emotional validation. It certainly is and a spewage of new experiences. This is a blog of follow up with regards to paranormal experiences I have spoken of, which is left for interpretation of the reader.

As I had written before, I think, I have had some odd experiences in my life that many would say was just my imagination. Or as I had said in a past blog, I needed medication to quiet it all. The odd voices, perhaps, physical experiences no. I don't know what I would do without the paranormal experiences as I have become very comfortable with the occurence from time to time.

We left Burbank in June of 09 with hopes and beliefs that these situations would be gone. You know, leaving the energies behind. We had cleansed ourselves of Jack, John's dad who seemed to be pretty pissed off when I first moved in in 2000. I had prayed and hoped it would finally silence and the feelings of someone watching, touching, laughing in my ear would part. Well, ixnay on the ongay. Yeah, the end is not here and he seems to be becoming more and more familiar with out new home.

Jack, we'll call him for certain. He has made for certain that I am well aware of his presence, I'm sure I'm repeating myself. Eh, who cares if I'm redundant ay? Anyway, from seeing him walk up stairs, opening doors, peering at me through the kitchen swinging door holding my hand, trying to frighten me by following me around the house, and helping me find my cat. This man was not going to leave. For sure.

Upon moving into our new home, everything felt clean, fresh and free of paranormal activity. The energy was great. The house was brand new to us and beautiful until night two of physically living in it.

Bedtime came around after a HUGE day of unpacking, painters finishing, carpet and flooring installation and any other bit of insanity that happens when moving. Believe me, I will never do it again. So we hit the hay and naturally John falls off into his peaceful slumber while I am ever restless and fail to find the sleep fairy with ease. I roll over in bed and suddenly I hear someone take about 5-6 steps in our bathroom which is wide open to our bed. Yeah, I thought to myslef "oh fuck." How and what the hell is here or possibly followed us?

I know something has come. I do know for a fact it is Jack smoking his cigarette around the house in odd places.

About 4 nights ago, I was walking from the slider to the potty suddenly I was stopped in my tracks with a chill racing through my entire body...I smelled cigarette smoke. All of the windows are closed tight and not one person smokes in this house. I became a little freaked out and sort of angry about the fact that John may have brought his father with him. Which, in fact, is to be the truth. And I know for certain his Mom probably asked his father watch over us. FOR A FACT. This occured once more about two nights ago.

We do have a few personal posessions of Jack's. His trumpet he playing in the Army during WWII, some pics and a pipe. Not to mention the fact that John is the spitting image of his father. I am also positive John may have more than that somewhere around here. Oh yes, the pencil drawing of Jack that was drawn by a poor guy living on the streets in Germany during the War just trying to make a buck. Imagine this drawing has been in the family since 1940 at earliest I can remember being told. And this picture is so realistic to him its uncanny.

I realize this blog of sorts is pretty much my moment of babble, but believe me, living with this going on around me for longer than Iwould like is even more of a pain in the ass.

I'm not sure I shuold tell this part of my paranormal experiences, but I will. I have to tell someone out there about this who wont find me insane. Literally and certifiably nuts. What I would like to share is my contact with an actual being that was seen with my eyes, heard with my ears and felt on my body.

I had taken a trip up north with my family, just us girls, one of those fun weeks of no worries and living like a woman should. Happy and free. Long story short, I was touched and mocked by a demon that was so unexplicable. I could not describe what it looked like, but it was like none other I have seen. Crouched in a corner of our hotel room, mocking me, sqealing my words and laughing crouched in the corner. I began to pray for protection from Christ and his precious blood to surround me with wisdom, strength and protection. I pleaded and as I pleaded this frightening figure jumped upon my bed. YES! God as my witness, it did. If you could imagine an awful sound of the type of voice spewing from its head. At last, the final and most terrifying moment ended with this being of sorts jumping on my chest. OY VEY!

I'm not too sure if anyone really can identify with these things, stories, fantasies, however you choose to call them, I just need some validation. I need for someone, anyone to tell me it isn't something that needs to be medicated away. Someone who won't look at me like I need more medication, such as my therapist. Just anyone who has a clue about this paranormal sensitivity. Sometimes it comes to a point of desperation.

I have come to accept these situations and visitations as I no longer find the spirits, what have you, to have any strength in my life. And thank God for his presence which has helped me to accept it within the safety of his arms and my trust in that these experiences will never harm me.

Hahaha, maybe I'm not so good at making long stories short ay? Well, that is the charm and the luster of being me. And it is good. hehehe.