Ok, I Am Just Going to Put Myself Out There

Ok, I admit it...I'm a little odd...a little different than most people. Surprise!!

And, I am constantly changing, growing and evolving. In fact, what I write here today could be obsolete tomorrow.

My father told me a long time ago to keep an open mind no matter what. I think this has been a great bit of advice.
And, sadly, I think I had lost that for a part of my life.

Anyway.....I'm just going to put some things out there that I believe in....things that have happened to me.

I welcome your comments...but don't judge me. This is factual.....this is not creative writing.

Ghosts

Yes, I believe in ghosts. Now, I am not exactly sure about all of the aspects of ghosts, but I do believe they exist. "Why", I hear you asking. It all started when my grandfather died in 1965. I heard my dad talking to my grandmother that some important papers were missing and they didn't know where they were. They showed up the next day on the kitchen table. Remarkably the almost exact same thing happened when my grandmother passed away in 1972. When you are young you think that its just your family's grief and you chalk it up to coincidence. What they want to believe, right?

Well, thats' all well and good....until it happens to you. My experience was different. The day after my mother passed away I SAW her....yes...I "saw" her with my own two eyes, standing in my dining room. She smiled at me and then was gone. She passed suddenly and unexpectedly...and we were close and I didn't get a chance ro say good bye....and I think she wanted me to know that she was ok.

When my dad died it was also different. My brother and I were cleaning out the family home getting it ready to sell. Dad was a product of the depression and saved everything. His basement was a mess. Well my brother made the remark...."ok dad, what the hell were you thinking keeping all of this shit!"....and the lights blinked on and off......yes, it freaked us out. So every once in a while we'd make a comment to "dad"....and with only a few exceptions , "dad' acknowledged us by flikering the lights.

The summer dad died was also very dry and none of my mother's roses were blooming. However, the day we left their house for the last time her one beautiful pink rose bush had 4 big groups of blooms!! It was amazing. My brother and I figured we each got 2 bunches ..one each from mom and dad. I had also been watching the John Edward Show and pink roses are a sign of acknowledgement and that's just what we needed . We knew they were there watching over us.

These experiences leave me to question the afterlife. I know there is one....but just exactly happens on the other side.

I now love watching shows about ghost hunting. My one big question is if spirits are still here, why aren't they in heaven or hell? Or purgatory...or wherever.  If we are ghost hunting should we not be so concerned about contacting them, or do they need to be guided "towards the light" like in Ghost Whisperer?

UFOs

I had always been a little skeptical of UFOs. But, I was intrigued. Keep an open mind ya know.

Well, in the August of 2007 my son, husband and I were in the back yard watching a meteor shower. It was something we had always done with the kids since they were small.  Nothing ever happened that was out of the ordinary, except on this night.

An orb appeared in the NE corner of our property. It traveled aprox. 10-15 ft off the ground and crossed over our back yard and turned and went towards the west at the side of our house. It wasn't very big....maybe the size of a muskmelon or volleyball. It had a strobing/flashing greenish yellow light.

We were mesmerized and none of us said anything for a few seconds. And it was odd because we didn't even think of following it.

But, that night changed what I thought forever. I look towards the sky alot more now. And love watching shows about UFOs.

Supernatural Happenings

I was brought up in a traditional church. So, when our family joined a charismatic church and I first witnessed people being slain in the spirit I was very skeptical.

On one particular Sunday, my daughter leaned over and asked me if we believed in "that". I told her I wasn't sure if I did or not. The next thing I know I am on the ground looking up, with people around me and my daughter looking very worried.

Well, now I can honestly say I believe in "that"!!

Another time a group of women and I from the church made a trip to another church for a retreat. We  were called up front for special prayer by the minister. He asked God to fill us with His Holy fire....he then repeated "fire" again.....lifting his hand and at that moment I was doubled over with a burning sensation in my belly.

I still think about that all of these years later and long for an experience like that again.

Which leads me to my next topic of thought...religion ...and what I think.......but I will cover that in my next blog.