Times Changing

Soon after my grandmother's passing, my grandfather's health started declining. My parent's decided that it would be in his best interest for us to move in with him. He was a pitiful man at that point, he was grieving himself to the grave. Exactly 6 months to the date of my grandmother's death, almost to the hour, my grandfather finally let go of his suffering. Interesting note: On the night my grandfather passed, I was spending the night at my cousin's house. I was having problems getting to sleep because I had a very "uneasy" feeling. Just past midnight the phone rang and I immediately knew it was my parents calling to say my grandfather had died.  I'm not sure of the time that passed after, but I think it was less than a year, that I started feeling a presence in the house. It was subtle at first, just the feeling that someone entered the room and then it would disappear. I wasn't even sure if I was actually sensing anything or not. Over the next few months, my "feeling" went from subtle to very intense. I KNEW someone was there at this point and it scared the hell out of me!  Remember dear reader, this was still very new to me. To make matters worst, I was a confused teenager, struggling with my own identity, experiencing things that most people don't, and there is no one I felt I could confide in. I just learned to adjust and deal with it. This period of my life continued until I moved out of the house with I was 18. During this time period, there are two paranormal occurrences that I'd like to share with you.

One night I was in bed trying to fall asleep. My trusted companion of my childhood days, my dog was asleep on the floor next to the bed. I began to sense someone in my room, but this time it didn't just linger a while and then go away. My feeling escalated to almost a panic state! My dog at this point got up and jumped in the  bed with me. She got under the covers and started shaking, only sticking her head out every once in awhile!
This made my own anxiety rise to epic proportions! Both my dog and I jumped out of bed and headed down the stairs, followed every step of the way by whatever or whomever was in my room.  My mother was still up watching TV. I told her I couldn't sleep and that I was going for a walk. My dog and I exited the house and started walking down the sidewalk. As soon as I was outside, the feeling disappeared. So who was haunting me? The obvious would be my grandfather, but what I've failed to mention, is that not only my grandfather passed in that house, but so did my grandmother and great-grandmother. At that time in my life, I didn't care who it was.......it still scared the crap out of me!!!! There was one room in the house that I never liked going in because I always felt someone there. That room was the formal living room.

The next occurrence worth writing about happened several months later. My mother's sister and her family were over for dinner. My aunt, cousin and I were in the formal dining room. This room had a set of glass French doors that opened to the formal living room (the room I didn't like). My cousin, male and a year younger than me, was staring through the doors into the the living room. After a few minutes of this, he bolted from the room and out of the house, white as a sheet.  My uncle followed him out, along with the rest of us to ask a visibly shaken teen-aged boy what just happend. This is the best I can recall was his response, "I was looking through the doors into the living room. In the far corner of the room, I saw a small speck of white light. All of a sudden, the speck grew into a man. I got scared and had to get out!"  My uncle asked him what the man looked like and my cousin described my grandfather!  Now keep in mind, dear reader, this was my cousin on my mother's side that just saw my dad's deceased father. A man he had never seen before! That ordeal frightened my cousin so much, that he NEVER entered the house again.

The house was sold years later to someone outside the family. Over the years, I often reflect back on that time with regret. My lack of understanding of these abilities instilled fear within me. I was afraid to seek the answers to the questions I now ask. Who was occupying that house? My grandfather? Grandmother? Great-grandmother? Perhaps all three. I just recently starting conversing though Facebook with a buddy of mine that still lives in that neighborhood. He knows the man that bought the house from my dad. We discussed the possibility meeting up with this guy the next time I go back home. I would love to get the chance to go back in that house and see if I pick up anything!  Be even greater if I could take a paranormal team of investigators with me. If that ever happens, I'll be sure to share.

So, how am I doing? Still with me or bored out of your gourds? Hope you're hanging in there with me......hate to go at this totally alone.

That's it on this time period, but there is more to come! Let me know how I'm doing so far and if you like what you see, tell some of your friends!

Namaste
                  



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How did I get here?

So who am I and how did I get here? The best way to answer this question is to take a brief walk in time to my beginnings. As my profile states, I was born and raised in south Louisiana, where my family roots are as thick as the gumbo. I grew up in the country and played under the ancient oaks of grand old plantations along the lazy bayous. Early on in my life, I learned to appreciate and respect all things of age (people included) and began to develop a strong connection to the energies that define that area. A connection that still exist to this day. Oh, one other thing, it was during this phase of my life that I realized that there was a presence (or ghost) living in our home. A real difficult thing when you're just a kid, who's going to believe you?  I learned to keep it my secret, but lost many a nights sleep because of it!

Sometime in the late summer of my 13th year (I think), I had a dream about a huge explosion at plant near my home. Two days later I stayed home from a school field trip because I was afraid to leave the house (not what I told my mom). About 1 in the afternoon, we heard a thunderous roar followed by something that shook the entire house! I ran to the front door, slung it open to see a huge fireball at the very building and the very plant in my dream! OMG! Can you imagine what was going through my prepubescent teenage brain! GEEEZ, I was not only dealing with the complexities that come with puberty, but I was also struggling with my own identity and sexuality. I was realizing at this point I was gay. I'm being haunted and now........on top of all that..........I dreamed about a tragedy that was now transpiring right before my eyes!  Later the next day, when we were allowed to return home after being evacuated, I told my mother about my dream and how I was really bothered by it. She dismissed it as some kind of DeJaVu  and said it would probably never happen again. Boy, was she wrong! It was soon after this, that I began to have a series of life changing events, each one AFTER I had had a psychic adventure. Psychic Adventure.......kind of sounds like the title of a book or something! Years later, I learned to call it "my gift" from watching TV.  Where was Chip Coffey and the Psychic Kids Network when I was growing up!

Are you still with me, dear reader?   I hope so!

The next psychic adventure began about a year later. One evening while I was watching TV in the living room with my family, when I noticed an ever so slight odor of smoke. Both my parents were smokers, but it wasn't that of cigarettes. The house was closed up because of air conditioning, so it wasn't from outside. Soon after, the scent became stronger and more distinguishable......definitely the smell of wood burning. I asked everyone in the room if the smelled smoke, to which they all replied "No".  As the smell became more intense, I started to feel a knot form in my stomach. I got up and started checking each room in the house for fire, finding nothing. I inspected the structure from the outside to see if I had missed anything. Nothing....and the smell was gone. This happened several time during the next year, each time instilling a sense of panic that began in the pit of my guts! And each time, I would begin my vigilance of making sure we were not in danger. That July, my parents went out with my aunt and uncle to celebrate my dad's birthday. My sister and I were left at the aunt and uncle's house with cousins and my brother that was still living there was offshore. Later in the evening, when my parents came to collect us, I begged (practically pitch a holy hell fit) about spending the night there with my cousins. DENIED! and we proceeded home. When the house came into view, to my horror, I knew why I didn't want to come home that night. The house had caught fire while we were gone. It was a slow burning fire with lots of smoke.  We would have all perished from smoke inhalation in our sleep had we been home that night! Time to FREAK again!!!!!!

The next life shattering event occurred some time after we had moved back in the house after repairs. I'm not exactly sure of the time frame, but I do know I was in junior high school. I was lying in bed one night, unable to fall asleep because I had this foreboding feeling centered around the grandmother on my dads side. Just past midnight my bother comes in to tell me she had just passed away! And to really weird things out.....once again.....it was on my dad's birthday! It was soon after her passing, that the decision was made by my parents to move into my grandparents's house with my grandfather since he was in declining health. Gone forever would be the home and land of my beloved childhood. And my beloved country, for now we were living in the city.

Here is where I think I will end this chapter. I'm sure most, if anyone reading this has either lapsed into a coma or moved on to other things. But if you're still with me........there is more to come!

Interesting Note: The presence that occupied my childhood home was not very happy with the renovations made to the house.

The beginning..............

I guess a good place for a beginning is to explain my reasons for this blog. Even from an early age, I have always had a different views and beliefs from the "normal" sector! When it comes to my thoughts on such topics as religion, the paranormal, the state of the world and government, where we will be after 2012, well... let's just say..they're different.


What do I hope to accomplish from posting this blog? 

• First and foremost, I want to make this a learning experience for me and for other people that believe the things I do
• To search for others like me
• To gain a better understanding of the "Greater Scheme of the Universe"
•  To prepare for things to come

OK.....so now you probably think I'm a nut case.....but I'm not. I actually walk around as a respected person in my community. Believe what you want, that's your given right, but ask yourself one question:  What if this guy and the others that believe this way are right?

My main belief is this:

• All things in the universe are connected by energies
• Karma is real
• Good and evil exist
• We ALL have been here before
• The human race will not end, but will transition 

This is a good beginning..............let me know what you think!  

And so it continues............................