Monday, May 18, 2015

One Man and Two Ladies

Sometimes we get so immersed in day-to-day responsibilities, we forget how much fun it is just to hang loose and explore. Last week, I had such fun with Cathie Smith and Jason Jobes, two friends who are also recent members of our SRT crew. I'm not going to say how much older we ladies are than Jason, but there's a gap. However, we share a love of the paranormal, and we had such a wonderful day. Jason never once hinted that he was bored with our company, and we all got to know each other better, in amongst having a ball. Fair warning, this is one of my longer blogs, even though there isn't room to relate every single incident we had fun doing that day.
 Cathie Smith and Me
Jason Jobe
We've all been to many of the shops in Mineola; however, I hadn't done much exploring around the countryside. Jason grew up in Mineola, and Cathie is a Century Twenty-One agent, so they knew places I'd never thought of. Turned out, they also knew areas each other didn't know about. Since this is a paranormal blog, I'll tell you a few of the "mysteries," as Jason calls them, that we searched out.
One of the sites we visited was Jason's church. I won't reveal the name of it, since … well, I just won't. He related several occurrences that he'd had there, as well as things that had happened to friends. It a lovely country church, and one of the buildings was an original structure that had been moved to the new site from elsewhere.
When we got out of the car, I was immediately drawn … not to the old restored building but to the newer church. On the front porch, I saw a full-bodied woman apparition.
I gasped, and said, "Did y'all see her?" But when I checked to see where Jason and Cathie were, they were just turning around from looking in another direction.
I pointed at the church. "Se was right there, in front of the church, walking across the porch and down the steps. She wore a long, beige skirt. She was dressed as though for church, and I'd say the clothing she wore was from the 1980's. She was slender and perhaps in her forties."
"Did you get a name?" Jason asked.
I thought for a moment, because sometimes even if an apparition has disappeared, I can get more information if I "tune in." I said, "Pauline. I think her name was Pauline, but I'm not getting a last name."
Jason contemplated, also, but couldn't come up with anyone by that name or who resembled the person I described. I walked over to the church with my KII, and it did activate on the porch.
Another interesting place we went was where there are rumors that an old resort once operated on Rock Falls Lake. Of course, the rumors also abound about things that happened there, although no one, as far as we know, has ever been able to confirm any of the mysteries. Old stone pillars rose on each side of a gate that blocked the beginning of a long driveway down to the lake. There appeared to have once been lights on top of the pillars, and perhaps some sort of security camera at one time. Unfortunately, the gate was locked. We did find a hole someone had cut in the fence there, but it was too small for us to get through, darn it. Of course, there were also No Trespassing signs a lot of places we went that day, including around here. We had fun, though, talking about climbing the gate.
We especially wished we could get in there when Luther appeared. I sensed him behind the right-hand pillar, and started chatting with him mentally. Then, just to verify to myself that he was there, I stuck my hand through the fence. The air where Luther stood was noticeably colder.
"Hey,  y'all," I said. "There's someone here to talk to us. Come here and put your hand through this hole. Feel right behind the pillar."
Both of them did as I asked, and their eyes widened. Both Cathie and Jason admitted they could feel the colder air. And when I got my infrared thermometer out of the car, it did show a drop in temperature there. Not a huge one, but a drop.
"Who is he?" Cathie asked, and I mentally started communicating with Luther, telling them what I sensed, and relating what we "talked" about. "He's a short, stocky man, not fat, but muscular, and he's wearing bib overalls. His last name is Rutherford, or Rugby, or something similar sounding. I believe he lived at the resort on the lake in the 1940's."
Just being able to "chat" with Luther really fired our desires to get inside those gates, but we weren't quite ready to be arrested that day.
Then Luther told me, Someone's coming.
Since Cathie had indicated earlier that the area was patrolled, when I relayed what our ghost said to my friends, we decided we better hightail it. And we did pass a red SUV coming our way as we left. There was no way for us to determine if it was someone who would have made us sorry they found us there. The roads were public property, of course, but we did sort of wander off them now and then.
We also found two lonely graves at the end of a trail we walked down into the woods. The man's grave was well marked with a nice stone. The other grave only had a rough stone on it. If there had ever been anything written on it, it had eroded over time. I didn't sense anything from whoever had once lived there. We thought perhaps it was an old homestead, and as we were walking back down trail through a sudden rain shower, Cathie pointed out some plants that definitely were not original to the woods. Someone had planted day lilies at one time, and as we looked closer, we could see other signs that this had once been a home to someone.
It was so interesting to have Cathie explain to us the signs she looked for to determine the history of a site, things like day lilies or rose bushes or other sides the place had one been inhabited.
Jason had told us there was a place that lore called Cry Baby Bridge in the area.
"Oh, a friend keeps telling me about that," Cathie said excitedly. "Do you know where it is?"
"I sure do," Jason said.
On the way there, though, Jason had us stop at a railroad crossing so he could tell us the story of another mystery.
"I was here with a couple friends one day," he said. "We set up a camera right here by the crossing, and my friend's wife and I walked over there." He pointed down the tracks a few dozen feet. "What was interesting was when we played back the camera tape. We, of course didn't see it at the time, but a young girl walked right towards where she and I stood. She was dressed in a cropped top and shorts, and she walked right past us!"
"I'd love to see that," I said.
"Unfortunately," he told me, "I'm having trouble tracking down a copy of that DVD. But I'm working on it, and you can definitely see it when I find it."
Cathie was clearly thinking about something, and she said, "There was a story once. A young woman came outside to get in her car and go home from her job in Mineola. The car wouldn't start, and she called home to ask someone to come check it out or give her a ride home. Then, a few minutes later, she called back and said, 'Never mind. I have someone here who will help me.' She hung up before they could ask her who was with her, and that's the last they heard from her. Later, they found her body, where someone had killed her by slitting her throat."
"Oh, no," Jason and I both said.
"She had been married to an abusive man," Cathie went on. "They arrested him and he finally admitted killing her. He had disabled her car, and when he 'fixed' it, he asked her for a ride somewhere. Then he killed her."
"I wonder if it could be her haunting this place?" Jason asked.
"Just in case, let's open a door and show her that she can still cross over," I said. We did, and I felt the young girl go into the light.
Then we headed on to find Cry Baby Bridge, which we had to make that our last stop, since it was getting late in the day.
The bridge was on a paved road, one of those bridges that only have guardrails on the sides.

There most definitely was a ghost lingering here. I could sense her as soon as we go tout of the car.
"There's a woman here," I told my friends. "She lost two of her children in a wreck here. The didn't die in the wreck. Instead, they drowned in the high water when they were swept away."
"That's exactly what the rumors are about this place," Jason said excitedly. "Do you get anything else?"
"Her husband was killed, too, but he crossed into the light," I said, "as did the kids. The mother's still here, and we need to talk her into crossing over, so she will be with her children. She's wandering around here looking for them."
We did just that. At first, the woman was hesitant, but when I got her to look upward where there was a golden doorway and golden stairs leading to it, she started running up the stairs. As usual, though, even though she was in such a hurry to reach the people waiting for her at the top of the stairwell, she called back to me, Thank you!
And as usual, I got a huge happy smile on my face and had to wipe a way a tear. A wonderful ending to a wonderful day.
I'm really winging along on Silent Prey. I'm enjoying the way the story is turning out. I have company coming for a week starting next week, but I'm going to sneak in as much writing as I can before that, and of course, hit the grind again the following week. Those of you who have read Winter Prey will remember Keoman, my handsome Native American guy. This is his story, but he's got a lot to overcome before this is over. Channing is a doctor who has fled to the Northwood to try to escape her sad memories in Texas, so we'll see how it goes between the two of them. The female monster, Nenegean, is similar to the Spanish La Llorona, the weeping woman. She has a gloomy tale, also, but there's no excuse for what she does. As Nodinens tells us, we should never try to put human emotions into a creature who has long lost any hint of human-ness.
I finally got a Kobo link for Living With Dead Folks, Volume Three. The sales are going well, so thank y'all for that!

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See you in a couple weeks.
T. M.

Friday, May 1, 2015

More Aunt Belle Weekend Ghosts

See? I told you I'd write some more about mine and Aunt Belle's long-awaited weekend. OK, and I'll admit, you had a long "await" for this. Don't let anyone tell you that when you retire you will have more time. I've been searching all over for some more time, but nada.
Anyway, for this blog, I'll start out with one of the warning messages Aunt Belle got, which has thus far not come true (thank goodness). It happened when we stopped for a late dinner on the way home from visiting Aunt Belle's husband at the hospital. She asked me, "Have you talked to Sarah lately?" (Sarah is Sarah Brigdon, both a good friend and member of our SRT crew.)
"I talk to her pretty often," I replied. "They headed up to Oklahoma to play and sing at a festival this weekend. Why do you ask?"
"I've gotten this message about her at least six times in the last couple days. You know how it is. You sort of try to slough things off. But it keeps coming back."
"Then we should tell her about it. Better safe than sorry, you know."
"Well, I keep seeing this man dressed in camouflage watching her," Aunt Belle related. "He's a fairly young guy, not threatening looking at all. But I keep getting the feeling that he means her some harm. Go ahead and call her and let her know."
So we tried. And tried. I attempted to reach Sarah several times, both while we were eating and on the way home. None of those calls connected. I tried to text without success. Finally, when I got home, I was able to send a message on Facebook, not to Sarah, but to her husband Floyd. He was able to pass it on to Sarah. But to this day, they haven't reported seeing the camo man. However, since there have been other incidents they've witnessed or heard about pertaining to Aunt Belle's sixth sense, they are keeping the warning in mind.
One other thing I will mention, then go on to another incident. "Time" in the other dimensions isn't like our measurements of time. When I meditate, sometimes I get messages from my guides about something coming up in my future. This also happens during readings. However, I don't need the guide or reader to tell me that there is no set "time" for this. For instance, they can't tell me whether it will happen in a month, two months, a year, or exactly when. I've had messages come true fairly quickly, and others so far in the future they surprise me. I stop and remember that I'd been told about this months back, and now it was finally happening.
Two other paranormal episodes happened when we were traveling to a book festival I was taking part in down in Palestine, Texas. We were also going to visit with another good friend, Karla Lang, and her family. We became aware of someone in the car with us. I looked over at Aunt Belle and could see that she was aware of our hitchhiker. She had a frown on her face and appeared to be listening to someone.
"Do you feel her?" I asked.
"Yes, and she's irritating the heck out of me," she said. "She won't shut up."
"All I can hear is chatter, chatter, chatter," I said. "I can't make out what she's saying."
She listened for a few seconds, continuing to frown. "She says she doesn't know me, but I think she does know you."
I shook my head. "All I'm getting is that she's a woman. And unless she talks so I can understand her, I can't tell who she is."
I still could hear this woman rambling away. She did remind me of someone I had known several years ago, now in spirit, but I wasn't getting any evidence that would allow me to identify her. Another feeling I had, and which we discussed for a few seconds, was that I believed this woman was a spirit, not a ghost. In other words, she had passed into the light upon her death, and now could come back to visit us. We both appear to be able to sense the difference between spirits and ghosts, and Aunt Belle agreed with my feeling.
"She wants a beer," Aunt Belle said next.
"Sorry," I told the woman. "We don't have any beer with us, and I think we're in one of those dry counties in Texas. So you're out of luck."
Finally, Aunt Belle said, "Her name is Helen. She says she never met me when she was alive."
"I know who she is!" I agreed. "Yep, now that I know her name, I can tell that she sounds just like the Helen I knew, talking and talking and talking. Especially when she'd had a few beers."
"She said she did like her beer," Aunt Belle added.
"Yes, she did."
After a few more seconds, Aunt Belle said, "She's telling me about someone with sore feet. I'm not sure, but I don't think it has to do with you or me. Maybe someone who's going to have sore feet."
"My feet are fine," I said as I spied a sign for a donut/coffee shop up ahead. "Hey, are you about ready to stop for breakfast or brunch? I’m hungry."
"Let's do," she said. "Maybe Helen will be quiet after we get back in the car."
And she was. Whew! We had a peaceful trip on to Palestine, where we did indeed find out why Helen was talking about sore feet. Karla's daughter, Annie, was dressed as a character in one of the books another author at the festival had written. Annie had on a pair of the high-soled shoes young women are able to tolerate and walk in, and at one point, she complained, "I wish I hadn't worn these shoes. My feet are killing me."
Aunt Belle and I looked at each other and I said, "Yep, that's what Helen was telling us about."
We had to explain things to Karla and Annie, and we were certain this is what Helen meant. Helen didn't know Karla or Annie, either, since she died well before I met them. Our conclusion was that Helen told us about this so we would be able to know for sure we had been talking to my long-deceased friend. Also, it confirmed my feeling that she was in spirit, not a ghost. I don't believe ghosts can tell us about future events, even if the event is only a short while in the future.
The other strong incident we experienced that weekend was with a new friend we had made. My husband and I, along with our friends Sarah and Floyd, love catfish. The church a block from my house has all-you-can-eat catfish every Friday night during Lent, and we normally go there as often as we can manage. One evening Sarah and Floyd brought along Sonya and Don Fullmer for us to meet, and we all hit it off. Our two friends couldn't make the fish fry the weekend Aunt Belle was here, but Sonya could and did. Aunt Belle clicked with Sonya just as I did.
We hadn't gotten a lot of time the previous week to chat with Sonya, but this week we had a table to ourselves, so we took our time eating and visiting. Finally, Aunt Belle said quietly to me, "I'm getting something about Sonya, but I don't know whether to mention it or not."
"Sonya is a sensitive," I assured her. "She'll be glad to hear what you have to say."
We shifted around our seats until Sonya was next to Aunt Belle, and Aunt Belle told Sonya what she was receiving. She said she "saw" a young man around Sonya, and he really loved her.
"Maybe I shouldn't ask this," Aunt Belle said, "but have you lost a child?"
Sonya grew very quiet, then she explained to Aunt Belle what she had told me when she visited me one day during the week. That she had indeed lost two sons when they were in their late teens.
Then Sonya told Aunt Belle how grateful she was that at least one of her sons was with her. Sonya had wanted to reach her sons via her own abilities, but appeared blocked. This happens a lot with our own abilities, so it wasn't surprising. She was extremely happy that Aunt Belle had indeed passed this information on to her.
As to the book business, Silent Prey is moving along! But I've also finished one project at last. Living With Dead Folks, Volume Three is now a book! This is a collection of my 2014 blogs, all gathered in one place. It's a full year of blogs, and may be the last book for two years. Since I'm only doing the blog every two weeks, I may not have enough for a full book after 2015. Then, again, the blogs this year are lots longer, so maybe I will. We shall see, right? Anyway, here we go as to what I have thus far. I'm putting the newer ones up before all the Amazon ones. (So far, Kobo is lagging, but hopefully I'll have a url from them to report on the next blog.)
Oh, and yes, that's Aunt Belle and me on the wonderful cover that Angela Rogers did for me!

Now back to work on writing and Spirit Fest planning.
T. M.

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