tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47390391228924495942024-03-14T03:53:10.736-04:00How To Go Insane Writing StoriesHave you ever written in the small hours of the night, only to find you are so over tired that your mind comes up with all sorts of weird things. I have.
This is my latest attempt at a world of total insanity.
On these pages, you will find a collection of stories I have written over the years. Some meant for little kids. Others are a bit more toward an older audience.
All in all, I hope you enjoy my work.
Copyright 2012 Makwa WebsitesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739039122892449594.post-67525877249950425212012-02-01T10:48:00.002-05:002013-08-27T13:28:13.526-04:00The Citified Farmer Grows a New Crop<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong><span style="color: red;"> For those of you who have read The Citified Farmer, here is the second installment of the story. <br />
Hope you all enjoy it.</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">When you're living in the country you need to make your name sound countryfied, so I changed it so I could fit in. I was born William Head. A proud name to be sure. Mom & Dad were so very proud to be known as Mr. & Mrs. Head.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Wow! What a legacy. What a thought. When I first moved to the country I decided that everything I did or said had to be country. So, I changed my name. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I am now known as..... Mr. Dick Head. I'm proud of it. William was just too citified. I'm sure Mom & Dad would be <br />
proud too. <br />
<br />
People seem to laugh when they hear my name for some reason. I like it, seriously.<br />
I had a button made with my name on it and an arrow pointing to me.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Yep, Sir.. bold, capital letters... MR. DICK HEAD.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I think everyone should wear a pin like that. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">If you don't have a name that's as sophisticated as mine then.. it's ok. Go ahead & use mine. You'll be proud too. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;"> My life in the country hasn't always been easy but it has had its challenges. Like </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">the time I took my first <br />
sponge bath on my front lawn. Now, that was a real experience.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Or the time I ended up getting sprayed by the skunk & had to do the tomato juice treatment.I really thought it <br />
was a cat. To appreciate what I'm talking about, read.. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">The Citified Farmer. ( howtogoinsanewritingstories.blogspot.com)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">Well, here is a new story about my life as a citified farmer. Hope you enjoy it.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;"> Experiences in the country never cease to amaze me. When I first moved here I was so naive that it was easy to <br />
tell that I was from the city. I didn't know a rooster from a chicken's butt crack. I think I do now.<br />
<br />
One day I decided to go to town & some guy stopped to talk for a minute. People are kind here & just love to <br />
spend away the hours talking about anything & everything.They like giving away things to ya too. So,this stranger<br />
ended up giving something that was very special to him. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">He ended up giving me some seeds to plant, promising that I've have a bumper crop that I'd never forget. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">He didn't tell me what kinda seeds they were but that it was "one of the most popular plants around," he said. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Purely medicinal. Does wonders for the mind. Helps you sleep. Increases your appetite, makes you wiser than anything sold on the market.Wow! This was a real scientific break through.A marvel of marvels.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">Imagine that. A miracle plant that can do all that. And it's tax free too. That's so kind of the government to leave off the taxes so that so many people can enjoy the benefits of this wonderful plant. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">They are such nice people. I'm not really sure what people in the government do. Maybe no one knows.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">It must be a secret though 'cause people keep saying they never see them do anything. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">That must be an easy job. Personally, I think they help people who want to harvest great crops just like this. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">If the government really put their minds to it, I'll bet they could be the leading suppliers to the world. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Talk about an export. Maybe I should mention it to them.<br />
Great ideas come from strange places. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">I'm sure glad that it wasn't something illegal. Wouldn't want to get mixed up with somethin' like that. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I've heard of plants that people grow that can cause all sorts of problems. Pot, Marijuana, Mary Jane... what a cute name. You don't suppose it's the same thing.. do ya? Naw. I'm too smart for anything like that. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">No Sir, wouldn't want to get mixed up with that other stuff.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">The guy I got the seeds from said it was some new crop that everyone was wanting to grow. He said that it would grow nicely if I planted it amongst some trees or bushes.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I guess he didn't want everyone to know about this great new crop I was growing incase word got out & some poor soul decided to steal it from me. People will do that I hear.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">He also, out of the goodness of his heart I guess, gave me a brand new vase. It's beautiful with cartoon people on it.I'm not really sure what to do with it though as it has all these hoses coming out of it. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;"> What did he call the stuff now? It was a funny name. Oh yeah, Mar-ge-wan-ee. Huh! Never heard of it before.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">He said it sounded like the other name but it was a totally different plant. <br />
He said that even the cops were looking to find people who were growing it. Must be a real popular thing to do. <br />
I just don't know why they just don't grow their own. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">He did mention something about being laced. Hmmmm. Must have something to do with all those little edges on the leaves that make it look so pretty. He showed me a picture of a plant. Awww. He didn't need to do that.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Personally, I think everyone should grow it right in their front yard in full view. Never be ashamed of what you do well. Be proud of what kinda farmer you are. Trust me. Someone will take notice.<br />
My philosophy is.. if it grows, I'll try it. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">He was such a kind man. Always tryin' to help folks I guess. I'm sure there will be a place for him in Country Heaven one day. He deserves it for being so kind.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">He showed me all those cute little things on the sides of the plant. What did he call them again? Oh yeah, buds. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I like that name. Reminds me of a guy I once knew. He wasn't too bright though. <br />
He said that that was the money maker right there. I was humbled that this stranger had such wisdom, such knowledge about something like this. He really wanted to help me.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">I asked him why he didn't grow it himself. What he told me made sence. Simply didn't have the room & people had a tendency of raiding his garden.I thought that sounded right.You don't want those scoundrals stealing all your <br />
hard work.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">He did make me proud too though. Said I was a better farmer than he was.Told me I was brave to accept this challenge of crop growin'.Told me if I did it right, I could become one of the biggest growers in the county. <br />
What a challenge. What a thought. Me. A man among men. The king of Mar-ge-wan-ee. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">I was impressed.This guy had so much confidence in me that I felt humbled that he would consider me as the king of the crop.He told me to never tell anyone about what I was doing as everyone else would get jealous & want to be<br />
the king.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I was the man. I was the one who would lead this world into a new era of the mar-gee-wan-ee crop. People would be bangin' on my door to buy what I had grown. This guy really knew his business.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I was to be their leader and he didn't want anyone taking that away from me. That was kind of him. I like this <br />
guy.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">One thing I noticed though about him. He kept looking around when he as talking to me as if he was nervous <br />
about something. Guess he just didn't want everyone to know about this great secret. I can understand that.<br />
That told me he really cared. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">So off I went, as happy as if I was in my right mind. Sometimes I've wondered. I had to prepare the fields for my new crop of mar-ge-wan-ee. I decided I was going big. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">The bigger the better. I wanted everyone to see my new <br />
endevour, but I remembered what that guy had said about people & their jealousies.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Shoot, if I had my way, I'd share the harvest with everyone. One big, happy community. Now, wouldn't that make me popular with the neighbours?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">Well Sir, spring time came & went. Summer arrived & besides the regular farm work I had to do, all I had going<br />
for me with the new crop was to sit & wait. That was easy enough. Even I could handle that.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">The new plants grew like wildfire. I was so proud. One thing I was happy to see was that none of the other neighbours had grown the same crops. This way I could corner the market. Maybe I could set up a store downtown & sell my new product. I`ll think about it. Mr. Dick Head's Mar-ge-wan-ee Emporium. Sounds like a catchy name to me. Think it will catch on?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">I've seen some funny things in my time but this beat it all. One day I was lookin' out my kitchen window & I saw the cows with rythmn. I mean it. They were out in the field & with each step they'd sway back & forth like they were waltzing to the music of one of those long haired composers. Back & forth. Left to right. Whoops. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">One fell down. I always knew they could be high class.<br />
Now, that's talent. I didn't see any of the other farmers cows moving like that.I'm so proud of my farm animals. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">I decided that if the animals liked it then it couldn't be too bad so I decided to try some.<br />
Now, what do you with it?<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I decided to make a salad.I had my tomatoes, lettuce, radishes, cucumbers and a BIG helpin' handful of Mar-ge-wan-ee. I don't like to skimp. I ate & I ate & I ate some more. This was good. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">I started feelin' kinda funny though about half way through. That's ok. My head always feels funny so I can't really tell the difference.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">By golly, I had the munchies like I hadnt eaten in a week, so I ate some more salad.The munchies wouldnt quit. <br />
How can a person eat so much and still be that hungry?<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">My eyes kept crossing . I coulda sworn I was a little fairy flittering around on the ceiling. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I could feel myself floating way up there. My wings fluttering & the sound of something plop, plop, plopping as I flew about the room. I could see my cup of coffee on the table. All alone, just sitting there. Something strange <br />
was happening that I couldn't understand.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">Teenie, weenie bombs kept falling out of the sky & into my cup. <br />
Oh, by the way, I used some of that mar-gi-wan-ee in my coffee also. Tasted perty good too. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">There it was again. Plop. plop. Right in my cup. Dang, it wasn't bombs. It was me a ploppin'. Bombs away. I just know I was flyin up there ..... I think. Here all this time I thought I was being invaded.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">My mind was so confused. It was foggy... even more than usual. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I kept thinkin' I was hearing the sweet sound of birds tweeterin' their songs of love. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I sat there, listening to their songs that filled my ears with that heavenly music.Turned out to be me. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I was passing gas. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Boy, when your using mar-ge-wan-ee everything sounds so beautiful. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">One thing I saw that really amazed me was I kept seein' this little pink monkey in one of those skimpy things ballet dancers wear. Man, was he cute. you ain't lived 'till you've seen somethin' like that. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">His little tail waving back at me as he would swing around the room, chattering to himself. Once in <br />
awhile I'd see him waving to me like. <br />
Friendly little critter. He'd scratch his head, then scratch his... well, never mind that.<br />
He did need some table manners. That's for sure.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">I think he was the god of Mar-ge-wan-ee.</span></strong><strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Some mystical creature from the great beyond that shows himself when his followers are using this great herb of </span></strong><strong><span style="color: red;">nature.It's his way of honouring us followers of the pink monkey cult.Must have something to do with religion. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Well, if this is what it is like to be a member, then I promise to be a faithful member. I'm so happy that he chose me.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">I got to thinking & if I'm gonna do this then I needed to give it my all. That means my farm animals also </span></strong><strong><span style="color: red;">needed to become members cause they all belong to me. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">
That's when I made my decision. It's now or never. Give it all I got or nuthin' at all.<br />
I took some of that green stuff out to the barn to share with the animals who were just lying around.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">This would put some life in their step. I was now thinking like a farmer with a purpose.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">I'd tried sausage farming but it didn't go over too well. I don't know if it wasn't enough rain or what but I never did get a harvest from it. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I guess it's not too popular around here 'cause people would laugh when I told them I wanted to grow fields <br />
& fields of sausages. <br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Oh well, not everyone can specialize in such a magnificient crop as that. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">So, here I was. Spreading around all this mar-ge-wan-ee in the barn, in the hen house, out on the grass so that the little creatures of nature could enjoy it also. I love to share.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">The hens pecked. The cows ate away at it like I'd never seen them eat before. This was amazing how much they enjoyed it. I wish I hadda known about this a long time ago. Coulda saved myself a fortune with buying hay.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I coulda just gave 'em all the mar-ge-wan-ee I could find to fill their bellies. <br />
It was cheap & had such a good smell too. Only thing was, there were seeds in it.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I don't like eating the seeds myself but the hens loved 'em. I find them too crunchy. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="color: red;">Here I stood, watching my barnyard creatures gobblin' up all this green stuff. They were happy & it may be just me but the more they ate,the happier they seemed to be.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">I was so happy that they seemed to love this new found plant so delicious. Makes it easier on me too.<br /><br />
</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">Farm animals can be so picky when it comes to what they like to eat.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">That reminds me. I wouldn't mind another helpin' of that wonderful salad. Kinda hungry again myself.</span></strong><br />
<br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739039122892449594.post-45209991249296631402011-12-08T18:19:00.000-05:002011-12-08T18:19:54.519-05:00Child Love International<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigIGw0LI9kcV7X772eRNoa4DtWnHoEwhQMmIG7LSXGOlECpMj2Do0sBI1loe1V9zo833TXtCpZhgRSyxSsfehh7mCOHnGCiozkLzop9sK91CcGE-6qfirIdcaiGS2V0TZ_0cWjOtbAt5m/s1600/child+love+sign.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigIGw0LI9kcV7X772eRNoa4DtWnHoEwhQMmIG7LSXGOlECpMj2Do0sBI1loe1V9zo833TXtCpZhgRSyxSsfehh7mCOHnGCiozkLzop9sK91CcGE-6qfirIdcaiGS2V0TZ_0cWjOtbAt5m/s1600/child+love+sign.png" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Child abuse is very real. Please consider getting involved with Child Love International at:</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta;"><i>We had regained a shurity that our family was together again in love. We were strong in our beliefs that all would be well. All would work together to keep that peace in our lives. Even things of grace & beauty come to an end. Forever, a fantasy, a misunderstood dream. So it is with love.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: magenta;"><i> </i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: magenta;"><i>A fleeting experience. One that is here one moment & dies the next. Our hopes of a unified family were broken, shattered by unforeseen events.</i></span></b><span style="color: magenta;"> Events & elements that never should have been allowed to enter. </span><br />
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<i><b><span style="color: magenta;">Fight, pray & dream as you might, nothing is secure no matter how hard one tries. </span><span style="color: magenta;">Do we continue to fight for that which is right, or do we, after loosing the battle, fighting for a cause that was lost before we started, continue to destroy our own hearts with fighting for love, or do we just throw up our hands & yield to the truth that the love we were fighting for never really existed? How foolish to keep trying when all is lost. When there is nothing left, what is there to dream, to hope for? </span></b></i><br />
<div style="color: magenta;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="color: magenta;"><b><i>We no longer sit together as a family, for the family doesn't exist. It has been cast aside, forgotten as a thing of the past. The family that once was is no longer a reality, but only a memory of happier days. The lost love. A lost dream.Forever gone.</i></b></div><div style="color: magenta;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="color: magenta;"><b><i>Dalton Lasher</i></b></div><div style="color: magenta;"><b><i>Copyright 2010 Makwa Websites </i></b></div><div style="color: magenta;"> <b><i><br />
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</i></b></div></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739039122892449594.post-1958800562076206512010-11-08T14:01:00.001-05:002010-11-08T14:02:43.855-05:00Loneliness<span style="color: red;"><b>My heart aches tonight because of rejection. I am alone, isolated from the touch of the one I love. The pain is unbearable, causing tears to well up in my eyes. It is the thought of not being able to hold her, to feel that once familiar caress of love. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Tonight, I am lonely. I feel tortured in my spirit because of the emptiness. I want to say something, to reach out to her, to let her know that I need her. I love love her & I want her.I miss her beside me in our bed. Her touch so special to me. Her love so precious. I am possessed with the haunting scent of being alone, totally alone, because I have no one to care, to touch, to return my love. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>I feel cast aside like a has been, a forgotten love for which no one has anymore use. I was so full of joy & now, I am empty with pain. I am no longer told that I am loved because I am not. I have become the forgotten relic of days of love gone by. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>If only to hold her, to touch her & to know that she loved me. She alone can take away this awful scent of loneliness. </b></span><br />
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<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Sanba, The Jungle Boy</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Deep in the jungle of darkest Africa lived a boy named Sanba.The village where Sanba lived was hidden deep in <br />
the very centre of the jungle, many miles from any other tribe. Days & nights were not measured by hours & <br />
minutes as we measure time, but by the rising & setting of the sun.<br />
Sanba was, as we would say,a loner.He would spend much of his time alone with his animal friends who lived <br />
nearby. There were four of the jungle creatures that wre almost like family to him & he had grown to love <br />
them in their ways & their very nature. They had become so close in their friendship that his thoughts & <br />
theirs were almost as one. He felt at ease in their midst.He was truly the original jungle boy.<br />
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His people were of a tribe whose contact with the outside world was nonexistent, not only because of where<br />
their village was, but because they chose to live apart from modern man. At night while sitting around the fire<br />
Sanba would listen intently as the old men of the village would talk in whispers amongst themselves.They talked<br />
about the secret mountain far removed, deep in the hidden recesses of the jungle.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> They would speak of another tribe that had long ceased to exist. Their talk was very private & hushed because <br />
it was rumoured that within this secret mountain lay the treasures of the gods.Legend had it that entrance to the <br />
area was strictly forbidden to outsiders.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> A spark of curiosity began to grow as he sat there quietly. The light from the fire dancing & playing, causing<br />
glowing sparks to rise & vanish into the darkness of the night, creating mysterious shadows that seemed to come <br />
alive. His face was serious as the light reflected on his young countenance. It was a look of intrique that <br />
possessed him, & he knew that he had to learn more about this strange place. A place that cause grown men to <br />
speak almost in reverence. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> He had made up his mind that he must go to this forbidden land. It was like an uncontrollable burning deep <br />
inside him that drove him to search & find this evasive treasure. He knew that if he didn't obey his inner <br />
feelings,this burning would never be satisfied. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> It was quickly becoming a part of his life, & he found he couldn't fight the feelings of what he had to do no<br />
matter what the cost may be to himself. It was something that he must do. It was like the choice was not his, but <br />
it lay in the hands of some higher power. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Because of his relationship with the animals of the jungle, he had named each one, claiming them as his friends.<br />
They were Keno, the tiger, Pico a pet monkey, King, an old lion who had bcome too old to live amongst his own kind <br />
& Tusky a very large African elephant. It was a strange assortment of creatures, but then again nothing in Sanba's <br />
life seemed normal. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> It was rumoured that even though their enemies were gone, the gods still possessed the land. Any man who could <br />
brave their anger in getting into the mountain & capture the hidden treasure was destined to rule his people & his<br />
name would live forever. He had to prove himself a man. In his culture it was a sign of manhood to do something <br />
great.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> The Forbidden Mountain</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">The next day Sanba gathered together his friends & they headed into the forbidden land. For many days they walked,<br />
mile after mile, tired & barefoot until near exhaustion started to over take him. Looking up, there loomed <br />
before him two stone statues that glared down at him, silently forbidding trespassers to enter. The silence that <br />
hung over the place spoke of days gone by when their creators would come to worship at the mountain. It <br />
whispered of fire offerings customs long lost in the far recesses of time.It was a system known only to <br />
those who at one time possessed the land. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Sanba slowly drew near, his feet barely able to move as he had to force each step he took, his eyes ever <br />
traveling upward until he gazed into the faces of these guardians of time. It was look of vengence that <br />
he saw carved deep into the stone faces, telling him that he was an intruder in this holy place. He had come not <br />
to worship, but to rob & defile & in Sanba's mind he imagined the gods knowing this. <br />
Fear made its mark on his young face.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> As he neared the sacred entrance large beads of sweat ran down, dripping off his chin only to find a final <br />
resting place on the ground below. His knees were weak & he trembled at every step. He was tormented inwardly<br />
& his heart wrenched as he read the writing on the tablet promising punishment to anyone who dared enter this <br />
hallowed temple.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> It was strange, but everything was suddenly quiet.The birds had stopped their singing & there was a silence in <br />
the jungle that was almost deafening. He stood there, staring at the protectors that hovered so high that they <br />
seemed to touch the tree tops. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> In front of him stood a massive rock that was wedged into the entrance of the cave." What now?" he wondered. <br />
He had come so far & now he was stopped from achieving his goal.He had an idea. Tusky, his elephant friend had <br />
the strength to move that huge, old rock.With great concentration & a power unmatched by any other beast he <br />
pushed & pulled on that enormous stone until it broke loose from its resting place. With heart wrenching groans & <br />
tearing the rock unwillingly yielded up its possession of the entrance to our friends.It lay there on the ground <br />
in complete surrender, knowing if it had been a living thing that it had been defeated. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> The cave was huge inside with its immense spheres clinging to its roof awaiting the time that their weight <br />
would be so great as to cause them to come crashing down on anything or anyone in their path, releasing them from <br />
their prison. As he went deeper into the mountain, his excitment grew with what he saw.Along the walls were ledges<br />
cut deep into the stone with statues & carvings, each telling a story of the kind of life this long forgotten race <br />
had lived.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> His primitive torch flickered with each step he took casting errie shadows on the walls. It was amazing to Sanba,<br />
for he hadn't realized that this tribe had been so advanced in their ways of living.It puzzled him as to why they <br />
had completely disappeared from this place.He was drawn deeper into passageways & tunnels. There were many rooms <br />
at the end of the tunnels that also bore strange pictures like he had seen before." But, where was the treasure he<br />
had heard of?" He began to wonder if such a thing really existed or was it just stories that the men of his <br />
village had dreamed up?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Sanba walked slowly for a few feet trying to make out what was in front of him. What he saw made him jump back <br />
in fear. Before him, protruding from the sides of the cave were two golden statues in the form of serpents. They <br />
spoke of unknown dangers to anyone who dare tresspass beyond their boundries.Sanba was terrified because of the <br />
fierceness of their countenance.As the golden beasts became a reality to him, their eyes shone magically in the<br />
light.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> As he drew near, he could see that the eyes were large, red stones. They held a familiar look about them. His<br />
Grandfather had one that he told Sanba he had found deep in the forbidden hills many years ago. "Yes,it was the <br />
same." If he remembered correctly his Grandfather had called it, " the stone of fire." The eyes appeared to <br />
have a supernatural look about them. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Beyond the guardians, Sanba could see a haunting light reflecting its presence in the interior of the cave ahead.<br />
It seemed so huge as to cast such brightness & yet,there seemed to be no explanation as to what was causing it.<br />
Ahead, he could see what looked like an old bridge made of wood & ropes.He knew it had been there a long time<br />
because the wood had become dark with time. Sanba realized it would be a miracle if it held at all with his <br />
weight.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> The Cavern Of Doom</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Sanba crept slowly past the serpents as if not wanting to arouse their suspicions.His heart was thumping in his <br />
chest.Their long bodies twisted & coiled outwardly toward each other, protecting that which belonged to them & <br />
them alone.As he passed, he saw a stone with words of judgement written on it. It told of the hand of wrath &<br />
warned that anyone who dare travel beyond that point would stir the indignation of the gods & in their fierce<br />
anger they would swallow up anyone by the fires that keep the mountain alive.The fire,it is said was the very <br />
heart of the gods & to provoke them would mean certain death. It was a warning that seemed as if it had been <br />
written just for him.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Sanba was terrified at what he read & beads of perspiration stood out on his forhead in giant bubbles of moisture.<br />
He knew he must not venture further. His mind realed with confusion, but at the same time his overwhelminng <br />
burning grew stronger & stronger as each moment passed. He was tortured from within. His desire to go forward<br />
mounted more & more as he yearned to see the unknown. It seemed like there was no way to extinquish this force <br />
that drove him on.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> He had lost control of his will, making him the possessed of the possesser. It was his destiny & he must <br />
fulfill it.The silence was deafening, & yet, it seemed as if a multitude of voices from a thousand years were <br />
crying out to him to leave this place of doom & dispair.Judgement was upon him. He had dared to intrude in that <br />
which was forbidden.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> As he drew near the inner cave,he could see a huge pit dug deep in the centre of the floor.It was not manmade,<br />
but in its greatness seemed to have been brought about by the hands of that which is not natural. He stared <br />
straight ahead, not daring to look down for fear of what he might see.Sanba mounted he old bridge, & as he took <br />
his first step he realized that he might not make it across.It creaked & shook with every move he made.The<br />
vines that held it together had become threadbare & the wood was so dry that pieces would break off,causing them <br />
to fall into the depths of the pit below.It seemed as if his doom was sealed & in his mind he somehow knew he <br />
would never leave this place alive.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> At the bottom lay an eternal fire.The flames violently licking their way upward until it seemed as if they <br />
would consume the very place were Sanba stood. Mustering the courage he desperately needed,Sanba managed to <br />
lower his eyes & what he saw caused him to freeze in his tracks.At the bottom, lay a red, hot, bubbling bed of <br />
lava,dancing as it were, with a life all its own.He nervously moved across the ancient bridge wondering where <br />
his path would lead.Whether to the lost treasure of the ages or to the bulk of eternity itself.The huge billows <br />
of thick, black smoke rose in unimaginable horror.Each fighting their way to the top of the pit as if they wanted<br />
to lay claim to their victim.It was as if a giant hand was trying to smother him.He couldn't breath, & whatever <br />
air there had been was quickly loosing its power to life.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> The scalding, hot lava angrily boiled in torrents below as if each in turn tried to seek release from its greater <br />
being.The place had become a giant torture chamber, & Sanba knew he must turn back,but it was too late.The deed <br />
was done & all he could do now was to keep going ahead.There was no turning back.Suddenly and without warning the <br />
mountain began to move,slowly at first,then with each passing second it rumbled louder until it was in <br />
uncontrollable spasms,causing huge rocks to rip loose from their resting place,inching their way out of their <br />
lodged positions.The gods were being awakened from eons of slumbersome sleep.They were angry & nothing could <br />
appease them.Their wrath was being poured out in total vengence.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Sanba screamed in terror as he watched his surroundings crumble before him, barely holding on to the side of <br />
the bridge as it swayed from side to side in violent jerks. It seemed that it might be ripped apart like a thread<br />
because of the throws of pain the mountain was experiencing." How would he ever survive?" he wondered. It was as <br />
if his own presence had started it all.This lash of fury was being heaped on him without mercy.He would now pay <br />
the keepers of the mountain with his life.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> He was nearing the other side when his foot broke through one of the old boards with a thud.He found himself <br />
dangling, barely able to hold on.His life literally hanging by a thread.They were determined to get <br />
him no matter what the cost.They were willing to sacrifice their own existence as long as it meant getting<br />
the revenge they sought.Their anger was fierce & their judgement filled the place with stern consternation.The<br />
fires were rising higher & he knew that if he were to escape,it must be now.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Something was happening though.The jerking began to ease & the bridge slowed its swaying.With new found strength <br />
exibited only when the will to live is aroused to its fullest potenial,he pulled himself up,landing on his <br />
stomach.And then it stopped. It was as if the gods had spent their last bit of energy in revenge. He lay <br />
there, totally exhausted. His energy was spent.He had given it everything he had.Sanba lay there in total <br />
surrender.Just as suddenly as it ended, the rampage of terror began again, throwing him from side to side until<br />
he thought the ropes would snap, causing him to fall to his death in the depths below.It seemed as if the gods <br />
were toying with him,making him suffer until they were finally ready to grasp hold of him in final victory.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> He could almost touch the other side. Just a few more feet, & with one last burst of energy he lunged forward,<br />
throwing himself headlong on the ground. He was finally clear of his tormentors grasp.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> The Secret Is revealed</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Sanba sat there, half stunned by his experience, trying to recapture his thoughts. He stared in disbelief. It was<br />
as if by magic. His eyes growing wider as a stone panel began to open near him. Slowly it creaked & ground its way <br />
open to its full capacity.It had been centuries since this passageway had moved. It literally screamed surrender<br />
as if the pangs of release tore at its inner most being.The stone ground its way with horrifying sounds until it <br />
had nowhere else to go.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Sanbas eyes widened as he looked in, disbelieving what was before him.For there,in all its glory was a secret room <br />
filled to capacity with gold & jewels of every description.Their brightness almost blinded Sanba & he covered his<br />
eyes against their brilliance, Piles upon piles of riches had been kept hidden for such a long time.Jewels by the <br />
thousands,topped with ivory & golden statues lay in giant mounds emiting myriads of mini rainbows of beauty.He was <br />
so shocked that for awhile all he could do was stare in disbelief.He dare not move incase it was only some kind of<br />
weird dream. Slowly, as he began to approach the treasure he fell on something sharp.As he picked himself up, <br />
there lay at his feet the biggest & brightest diamond he had ever seen.It danced with clarity all its own <br />
as he turned it in his hands,fondling & admiring it.Its brilliance portraying itself like nothing he had seen<br />
before.Looking up at the treasure that lay before him, he realized that he had found the very heart of the gods.<br />
He had faced their judgement & won.He had accomplished what no one else had & he felt an overwhelming sense<br />
of joy & fulfillment at what he had done.This was truly the day that Sanba had become a man.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;"> One show I did, involved a private birthday party in a little boys home. The party went well except for one boy who was about 12 years old. He was a guest. On the average, shows usually go well, but there are times when you run into a snag, as I call it. There is always someone who is a total bug. Someone who constantly interrupts or causes havoc & disrupts everything. This was one of those times. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">I was half way through the show when he struck. It was like an all out assault attack on the poor, helpless clown & I had no idea what was ahead. Had I known, I would have applied for asylum. Have you ever been in a situation where life is suddenly against you, dinner is ready & you are the main course? If you can answer " Yes" to this honestly, then welcome to the club. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">As I said, everything went well up to this point. I did magic for them, animal balloons, funny character voices & so on & so forth. I can laugh now, but then, it was hell on earth. Do you know how hard it is to perform when your the centre of a miniature terrorist attack? </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;"> It was awful. No, I take that back. It was like being attacked by Stripe from the Gremlins movie. Satan incarnate. He bugged me. He tortured me. Kept interrupting & made my one hour that I was there a living hell. You don't think it was that bad? Well, when I got done, no, I take that back, when he got done with me, I was ready for a psycologist, a psychiatrists, a spiritual healer & a witch doctor all roll into one, not to mention a good stiff drink. Where's the Valium? No, it wasn't for him. It was for me. I was a nervous wreck. The only thing I could think of was to make a balloon poodle & pop it over his head . I didn't, but the thought was there, trust me. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">If anyone ever tells you there are no such things as demons, tell them their a liar & send them my way. That day I met one face to face. I love kids, can't you tell ? I didn't know whether to meditate, hope to God for a bottle of scotch from my magic bag or perform an exorcism. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">Usually, when a person acts that way, they say they are looking for attention. Don't believe it. In reality, they simply want to make your life a living hell & he did. I even invited him up front, hoping if he became part of the show he would calm down. It didn't work. So much for psycology. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">When you're in a situation like that, time can't go fast enough & trust me it didn't. The show finally ended, thank God. I was emotionally drained , physically exhausted, spiritually depleted, & I'm sure not quite in my right mind. The lady of the house graciously thanked me . "What the hell for? " The kid needed a straight jacket & an armed guard. Oh sorry, that was for me. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;"> I packed up my gear & headed for the door . I had already been paid & was about to walk out when suddenly I heard a sound that I had quickly come to dread, not to mention fear, " Mr. Clown." "Oh no!!!!! " PLEASE GOD NOOOOO." It was him. The one & only. The menace </span></strong><strong><span style="color: purple;">that I dreaded the most. I would sooner have kissed a dogs butt than to face him again. I couldn't take it. I was about to loose whatever sanity I thought I had left, but there he was, in the flesh. Alone with me by the door.. my only escape & I was trapped like a mouse cowering in front of a cat. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">His look of innocence wasn't fooling me. Not this time. Then he looked up at me & said," Mr. Clown, when you die you're going to go to Heaven with me. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">HELP!!!!! </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">NO PLEASE NO.. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: purple;">The only thought that ran through my mind was, " My God.. What did I ever do to you." </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">PS: As far as I remember, I never did meet that child again. Do I miss him? WHAT! Are you nuts? I'd sooner have a case of hemorrhoids</span></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #660000;">This is a true, but very painful story. Not painful for you, but painful for me, even when I think about it. I have 5 children. We have cold winters in Canada. Brrrr ! Have you ever heard about how Canadians whine about the weather in the winter? Hunny, I'm cold ..... cuddle me. Now, you know why I have 5 kids. What the hell. Works for me. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #660000;">Anyway, my youngest son who is now well over six feet tall, took the longest time to grow. He sure made up for it. Must be the fertilizer I used. Damn stuff will ' cause anything to grow. I kept hearing about how short he was & how he would never grow, so I got the bright idea when he was about 6 or 7 to teach him how to protect himself against bullies. He was short, skinny & needed guidance . </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #660000;">Now, I wish I had of done it in another way. Trust me. Here he was, three feet nothing, looking up so high at Dad. I'm sure to him I looked like a tree. I had him stand in front of me. I had decided to teach him martial arts for his own protection. Yeah right. It wasn't that I didn't know what I was doing, it was that I forgot to expect the unexpected. </span></em></strong> </div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #660000;">He patiently listened to everything I had to say to him. Now, it was his turn to show me in action what I had just showed him how to do. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor. It was a simple frontal kick. The bugger had dropped me. The thing was, he had kicked me in the ....... well, you know. What do I call it? Family jewels, my pride & joy, life line ? What ? </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #660000;"> There I was, bent over in .... shall we call it pain. Hell, no. It was worse than that. It was excruciatingly different. What the hell? I looked up, trying to be as calm as I possibly could. Have you ever been in agony & tried to talk while the pain surges through your body ? You end up sounding like Micky Mouse on drugs. "Oh my God Adam, ' ' Why did you do that? " He looked at my with a look of innocence that I had come to know so well & said, " But Daddy, that's as high as I can kick. " </span></em></strong></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;"><strong><em>As I have said in God Help Me .... I'm Serious, I for years was an entertainer on stage. To be honest, most people who are in the audience, you don't remember. Simply because you meet so many, but then again, there are times & people you do remember very well. Such was the case when I was performing one afternoon at a park show. I was under the gazebo making animal balloons for the children. The day was sunny & the kids were happy. We were all having a lot of fun. Sometimes, life adds a bit more to remind us of the honest & simple things in our lives & how important they are. I never forgot. </em></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;"><strong><em> There had to be around fifty children all crowded around me & I was totally surrounded. As I continued to do the show, I happened to look up & noticed the crowd forming a path right down the centre. I had no idea what was happening, but continued with the show. </em></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;"><strong><em>All the children who attended were in age of up to about 12 years old. I looked up from what I was doing & saw this girl coming down through the middle of the group who was around sixteen years old. She just stood before me, saying nothing. I was starting to feel abit uncomfortable because of the pressure of the show & as I said, she just stared at me intensely. </em></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;"><strong><em>It was evident she had Downs Syndrome. It wasn't her condition that made me uncomfortable, but being stared at so intently. I momentarily stopped the show to see what she wanted. As I said, I was handing out balloons, so that naturally crossed my mind. I asked her if she'd like an animal balloon. " No." Did she want her face painted? " No." That neither. </em></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;"><strong><em>I was at a loss then, so I simply asked her what I could do for her. Her answer came back so perfect & simplistically. " Can I have a hug?" I set everything aside, stopped the show & wrapped my arms around her as she did me. In front of a waiting audience, I gave her what she wanted from her heart. It was as simple as that. She walked away with a smile as big as the world. That simple act had made her day as it had mine. An act of love in action & it is something that no one will ever be able to take away from her. </em></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;"><strong><em>Blessings to her where ever she may be. You touched my life that day also. xo </em></strong></span></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I was performing a Christmas show for CFB Kingston, military base for the kids. Actually, I was booked solid that day. I had just finished doing one show & had been driven by military staff across the main compound to another section to perform another show at the other auditorium. We were packed. I had my father - law plus a lady working with me that day, & I'm glad I did. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Shortly after we had started the show, a call came through for me. The gentleman on the line told me his name & that he had a group of children at one of the churches gathered for their Christmas show. He had had another entertainer booked but they had cancelled on them when they found out that it was a charity show.</span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">He told me the children that were there all had Cystic Fibrosis. I didn't know what to do as I was totally swamped with where I was. He literally begged me to come to the church for the children. No one else would go. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">After a few minutes on the phone, I agreed. I had no idea how I was going to pull it off but I had promised I would do what others didn't want for the children, & I'm so glad I did. He was overjoyed. I told my staff what had happened & I let them know they would have to do the show we were in the middle of by themselves. It was ok with them. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">My driver helped me pack up some stock I needed & we headed out for the church. Halfway there, the car broke down. " Oh no." I was stuck with all these children waiting for me. A half hour later or more, I managed to get a cab to finish driving me there. The snow was deep & the day cold, with me in nothing but a clown suit on & huge red clown shoes. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">When I arrived, I went ot the church basement where the show was to take place & there they were, a roomful of children, some on breathing tanks & others not. They couldn't do some of the things in the show because of their condition , so we improvised & made it work with other things. I played guitar, did face painting, animal balloons & magic for them. They clapped,. They laughed & I saw the joy shining from their young faces. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">At the end of the show, the co-ordinator told me he would be happy to drive me home. He repeatedly thanked me as others there did for coming & doing the show. I didn't understand though as to why he was so grateful. It obviously meant a lot to him. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">We packed up my things & drove to my house. We approached my driveway & stopped, sitting there for the longest time talking. He told me about the children whom I had just left. About Cystic Fibrosis, which at that point I knew nothing about. And then he dropped the bombshell. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">He said, " The reason we are so grateful to you for coming is most of the children you performed for today will not be alive by this time next Christmas. The condition they have will have taken its toll. " </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say. I was at a loss for words. " Oh my God." I had given those children their very last Christmas. I had given them joy that the would never again know like that. The children were disappointed to see me go. If I had known, I would have stayed longer, just for them. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I never forgot that day, nor will I ever. It holds a very special place in my heart & so do those children. When I look back, I am so honored to have met those people & performed for them that day. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">To all my friends from that special day. Blessings to you.</span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>I am the living & the dead who lie lifeless without hope nor breath. </em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>They told me about being a soldier.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>That I would serve my country well.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>They did not tell me that I would have to die to do it. </em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>I heard the sound of thunder in my ears.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>But no, it was the sound of bombs all around me.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>Terrified men screamed while I watched them fall to the ground.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>Dead, forever dead.</em></span></strong><br />
<em> <strong><span style="color: red;">I saw the blood pour from their gaping wounds.</span></strong></em><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>Little children ran in terror while parents suddenly stopped dead in their tracks.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>Mommy is gone. Daddy is dead.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>No life. I am alone.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>I watched as men suddenly fell, as the sound of bullets rang in my ears.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>There was no escape, only death.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>Why did they send me here?</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>When you are here in the battle zone, you have no future.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>You may be dead tomorrow.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>Nothing but today to live for. </em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>Time has no condition for us here.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>Only by minutes and seconds. </em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>You may have nothing else for your life. </em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>I hid in terror, paralized, as they raped that girl.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>I cried for her pain.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>Will they come after me next?</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>That's what expect when you live in a war zone.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>I cried as I was dying.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>I saw mom & dads face.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>Their smiles.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>Things I will never see again.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>They are many miles away & I am alone in this wasteland of death.</em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>I am part of the forgotten. </em></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red;"><em>Of the raveges of war.</em></span></strong><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">When he was born as usual, I was ecstatic, just as I was when all of my children were born. I was there for the beginning.. the conception I mean... & I was there for the birth, & many years after. He still lives with me. I don't miss much. " My God... will they ever leave home ???? " </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">My eldest daughter who was about ten at the time, one day said to me.. " Daddy, I'm never gonna leave home. " In joking, I turned to her & said.. " Jennie, don't you ever threaten me like that again. " She has left home though & has three beautiful children of her own. This is now God's way of showing her what I went through as a parent. Kinda cool how life turns around. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">Anyway, back to my story. Nine months later, here I am again, back at the hospital for yet another birth. The kid's Godfather had told me that when the time came, he would drive us to the hospital. The time had come, & I was in a panic. What else is new ? I had sworn that I would be calm. HAAAA ! Don't believe it. I was like an obsessed person who couldn't get a grip. I knew what was happening. I had been through it three times before. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">Ok ! I can handle this.... I think. I got on the phone. That was good. I called their godfather & in a very calm, relaxed voice.....oh hell... I lied. I freaked like a wild man over the phone. " Mom's in labor. The babies coming. Her water broke. Oh my god. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">Was it her water or did I just have a case of bladder failure ? And then... and then.. I slammed the phone down right in his ear. No " Good-bye." No, " Kiss my a_ _, " just SLAM. I don't think his hearings been the same since. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">Next thing I knew he was at the door, the godfather, not the baby. He was still inside screaming, </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">" I WANT OUT. " We loaded mom in the car. Kinda makes her sound like luggage. We made sure she was comfortable & took off like a bat out of Hell. Luckily, we only came across one vehicle on the road that night. Seriously. We almost hit him in the ass. He was stopped for a red light. Where are the cops when you need them ? Not one. We looked for an escort but there was no one. It must have been half price at the donut shop. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">Ok. We arrive at the hospital safe & sound. In we go with mom. Delivery room here we come. Mom's going through the last pangs of labor. I'm standing there with her, holding her hand & trying to be a comfort to her. The woman's in massive pain. This mini me is about to make his grand entrance from this nine centimeter exit & I think I'm a comfort. I'm just lucky everything hard was out of her reach. Thank God. I would have had to be treated for a possible concussion. ( By the way, he is exactly like me in who he is. I feel sorry for him. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">She pushed. The baby moved. She pushed again & POP. Ok, Ok. There wasn't any sound effects. Our beautiful son had been born. What a kid. There he was, naked as a shaved bears butt. Of course, what was I thinking , they came with jump suits ? NO, I don't take drugs. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">Everything was there. I should know, I counted everything. Toes, fingers, ears, eyes, nose, & one mouth. What the hell did I expect to do if he was short of something , send him back & ask for a refund ? </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">The doctors were doing their thing with mom & I was beaming with pride like a chessy cat. No, I don't always look that way. And then it happened. The doctor turned to me & asked that ultimate question.... </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">" Would you like to cut the cord ? "What ? ' 'Are you kidding ? " I was like a kid in a candy shop. This was the first time they had ever asked me this. You know what ? It was also the last time too. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">By this time, I had calmed down. I was relaxed & very professional, as the doctor handed me the scissors to make that all important separation of life. I was the chosen one. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">I turned to the doctor & said, "I cut between the clamps, right.? " He confirmed that, yes, I knew what I was doing. I'm just glad that he didn't ask me to do a circumcision. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">There I was, scissors in hand, ready to cut along the dotted line. Snip. I did it. I was almost sad at the thought that as fast as that, it was all over. I had just started practicing medicine. I was feeling like I had found my calling in life... to snip umbilical cords. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">WHEW ! That was that. Too bad I didn't have someone to send my bill to besides myself. That job within itself was probably worth a few hundreds bucks, by the standards that doctors make. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">All the while, mom's laying there shaking her head & repeatedly saying, " No, no, no. " " What the hell ? " I just thought it had something to do with what the doctors were doing. I was confused, perplexed, unnerved, emotionally distressed. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">All of the above. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">In about a half hour, we were back in her hospital room. Everything was done. Baby was delivered & mom was ok. I sat there with her just thinking & talking about what had just happened. I kept wondering about this... " No, no, no" coming from her a few minutes ago, so I asked. " What was that all about? ' ' Shaking your head & saying, ' No, no, no?"</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">I soon found out my answer & the great mystery was solved. her exact words to me were, " I didn't want you to cut the babies cord." " Why not?" I did it right. What I got back was, " I was afraid you were going to cut off the wrong thing.</span></em></strong> " </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<em><span style="color: blue;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue;">The day had arrived for their big outing. It was going to be warm, & the sun was shining brightly. Blacky, the cub was all set, as he left his house with is fish, berries & a little pail of yellow, golden honey. It was summer now, & the bees had been hard at work making the sweet treat. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Chipper Chipmunk had his share of nuts to bring. After hearing about the picnic, he had set off gathering what he wanted to bring for the special day. The last our friends had seen him, he had been scurrying along an old wooden fence, his tiny feet travelling as fast as they could go. His little pouches were packed as full as he could stuff them with nuts for the feast he would attend. He wanted to bring his share of goodies & had worked hard to do his part. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Pokey Porcupine brought along his choicest twigs & barks to munch on, Pee U Skunk of course, brought along his tasty, roasted chicken. Pee U Skunk is the little stinker of the group, letting his presence be known where ever he goes. He's black in color with is long white stripe running down is back as if someone had taken a paint brush & with one stroke started painting him, but never finished. He's a mischief maker, but at the same time, he can be as gentle as a lamb, as long as you don't get to close to him when he's upset. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Pee U lives in a hollow log with as white mailbox trimmed in pink, standing proudly outside. It's his pride & joy because it stands so tall & straight bearing the words, " Pee U " on it's side. For years, it wasn't his real name, but a nickname that seemed to have stuck with him. For some strange reason, poor, little Pee U couldn't remember nor understand why anyone would give him a name such as that. But, that was the title he had & he was determined to wear it proudly. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue;">The friends met under the old oak tree that was near the meadow for their outing. Each had their own treat with them & it was sure to be a great time shared by all. It had rained the night before, making the world seem fresh & new. The trees were nice & clean & the flowers seemed to have brighter colors than usual. Blacky & his friends were having fun as they marched around playing games & enjoying each other's company. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Someone suggested they go down to the river's edge to play. It would be great fun & they could leave their food without worrying about it being touched. So, down they went, one by one toward the river bank. They romped & splashed covering each other with floods of water. There they played for the longest time until they decided it was time to eat. Ever so slowly, & not really wanting to leave their fun, they began to march back to where they had left their baskets of food. They had come only a short distance from where their goodies were waiting for them when they heard a big crash. Bandit the raccoon had stumbled across their picnic baskets. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Bandit was a funny creature with short, stubby legs & a long fuzzy tail. The strangest thing about him is the fact that he always wears a black mask to cover his eyes. This way he thinks that no one will know who he is. Usually, you would find him busy at work gathering clams & shell fish for his dinner, but he will steal when he doesn't want to work for himself. He is sly with his shifty eyes & quick moves, always sniffing the air in hopes of finding a tasty morsel of food whether it belongs to him or not. When he walks, he moves about with his head bent low, making himself believe that no one sees him. But, there are always eyes watching him, for you see, Bandit is the kind of creature you don't leave anything around if you want to keep it safe. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: blue;">When he found the picnic baskets, he had become so greedy in wanting to carry off his find that he fell head long in his excitement into a patch of poison ivy. At hearing the crash, poor Pee U Skunk turned to ask Chipper Chipmunk what was going on. He got so nervous that his tail went straight up, making him spray the air with his foul smelling perfume & catching Bandit right in the face. Bandit was busy trying to scurry around to get out of the troublesome weeds. He wiggled & twisted, going around & around in circles, trying to shake the ugly smell that clung to him like glue. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Many times in life we experience things that we perceive to be explainable. Some are amusing & some can be quite frightening. I believe there is an answer for all things, no matter how bizarre they may seem, & sometimes not the answer we want or expect. We have moments when we remember doing a certain thing & yet we know we have never experienced it before. Or, we may remember dreaming of an event taking place & actually having it happen to us. Perhaps you 've heard someone calling your name, only to find out that there was no one there, at least no one you could see. I too have had such things happen in my life & so much more. Welcome to my world. Very real, very fascinating & sometimes a bit terrifying. Only when you are part of things like this can you ever begin to understand. Happy reading. Any questions you may have about what I have written here, I will be happy to answer. Write me at : </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I also was born with the ability to touch a person with a healing touch. I have seen times when I was able to tell a person what they were about to say even before they opened their mouth to say a word. I somehow see the words they are about to speak. I know. You're first reaction is, " Is this guy nuts ? " Not at all. I'm what psychics call a " Supra Celestrial Being." Am I an angel ? Ha ! I wish. No, I'm nothing more than a regular guy but as with others out there, I was born a little different. Don't ever envy someone who's different like that. Sometimes it can really make you wish you were never born with the extra gifts. I know, I've been there. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Sometimes you become exposed to things that you think are only on the Hollywood screen. We are all born with gifts. It all depends on whether we search out our gifts & exorcise them to bring them to the surface. so we can utilize them to their fullest potential. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">It is said that we, as humans use only about 10 % of our brain. Along time ago, I wondered about that & the why as to this if it is accurate. I honestly believe I have found the answer. It isn't in the physical that the remaining 90 % lies dormant. It's the energy, our spiritual if you will, our potential to do what others have done centuries ago that because of so-called civilization, we have lost the touch to perform things that we no longer do. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">We tend to make the mistake of thinking that we, as humans are physical in the whole sense of the word. Not so. We are spirits living inside these bodies made from flesh & blood. This accounts for various sightings of those from the spirit realm. It also accounts for the fact that so many, no matter what their religion, teach that they go at death to a better place.The body enters the ground or some other means is used, but the spirit, us, leaves the body & moves on to our next destination. Death is nothing more than a transition to the next world or realm. Nothing to fear. I teach that we are like the turtle, the shell is not the true turtle but the shell it lives in. So it is with us. We are living inside these flesh & blood shells but will one day move on to a life where there is no pain nor death or anything negative. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I've always known that I was different from most folk only that I didn't know exactly why. I could always feel a presence like an energy, a spirit of somone else living inside me, like something extra there. I've had people tell me that when they touched me or hugged me, they would experience something. I became curious once & started asking questions about it. The answer always came back the same. It was an electric energy flowing from me to them. Not like the shock you get sometimes from touching people or things, but a different kind of charge going through them.</span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">One of these reports came from one of my family members who volunteered the information. A shocking experience. Sorry for the pun. Some have even mentioned about a cold feeling that made them shiver when they touched me. I know that when I touch a person for healing, I can always tell when the healing takes place. I feel inside myself energy flowing out the tips of my fingers which causes a shiver to run down my spine. It's not a cold shiver but a reaction, if you will that causes my shoulders & upper body part to shiver. I also have this same reaction when I sense a spirit passing by me. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Others have told me, after meeting me in person that for months later they would see me in the spirit form in their house, always in the same place on the couch each morning. This came from a lady who is now a good friend of mine. She lives in England, 5,000 miles away from me. At that time, I had never been to her home in the flesh. She would enter her living room each morning only to find me sitting there smiling & I would vanish. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">This went on for months until I decided to take a trip to their house. After I returned to Canada, the appearances stopped in that form. During this same time, I was experiencing my body starting to feel sickly & run down with each day that passed. Once I visited them & the house, my deterioration in my body stopped. She still goes into my old bedroom which is now unoccupied only to find a gentle spirit, as she calls it, of me in there. Like a " calming presence" as she says. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";"> When I visited their home I found out that her husband, who is now a good friend also mentioned to her about a calming spirit coming from me. I am truly honored that I possess this spirit. I didn't even realize that it was there & so evident to others. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">When I was about 9 years old, I used to sit in front of the television watching it with my family. Nothing unusual about that. We had an old black & white TV set. Some of us remember them. We'd happily sit around at night as a family watching the programs that were on. In those days, televisions needed a lot of modernizing. They would continually "flip" or " roll" as we used to call it, with a horizontal line across the screen. The line would cause the picture to move to the top of the screen & roll around bringing it back up on the screen. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I first discovered that something was weird during this time in those days of my youth when I was young & innocent. Well, maybe not so innocent when I think about things I used to get into. Anyway, we sat there & the screen would start flipping. I used to think it was a pain trying to watch the set only to have it act up. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">One night I remember, I started staring at the set & the flipping stopped. I then mentally commanded the line on the screen to move up & then down slowly & then stop. These lines never ever moved downward only up the screen. I found that with practice I was able to control the movement of the set with my mind & my eyes to do whatever I wanted it to do. If I wanted it to stop I would in my mind give the command or move a certain way as it would obey as I was directing it to do.</span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">As a kid, I thought nothing of being able to do these things as I thought that everyone was able to do it. That was the beginning of a life of many weird & awesome events that happened to myself & my family.</span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I remember years ago when I was visiting a relatives home, that we had a strange experience. We were all sitting around enjoying the evening when my father-law decided to take their dog out to go to the bathroom. The rest of us stayed in the house continuing our visit. At the time, they owned a black lab. I mention this because it is essential to what I am about to say. After about ten minutes, I happened to look down & remarked that I thought Jim had taken the dog out. Everyone agreed that he had & as yet, he hadn't returned. Therefore, the dog was still outside with him. Everyone in the room saw what I am about to say here. I looked down at my feet & there lay the black lab with is head on his paws. We all looked at each other in disbelief. A couple minutes later, my father-law came back in the house with the actual dog. As soon as he entered with the dog, the one at my feet disappeared. We literally saw this other dog vanish into thin air. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">We are of Native decent & spirits are not unfamiliar to us or our people. I am of the Makwa people, which happens to also be my Native name. It means " Bear." I am of the Shaman people which is as some non natives call "medicine men". They not only dealt with herbal medicines to heal the people of the tribe but the spirit realm as well. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">In my home you will find all sorts of Native artifacts, statues & the like. We like being surrounded by items of our people. I have lain awake at night when all is silent, & as it seems, out of nowhere I would hear items being moved around on a small table I have in my bedroom. Only the native items though. On two separate occasions I have been awakened out of a light sleep by a child touching me on the shoulder. I could tell it was a small child by the touch.</span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Shortly after this experience, I had been in a restaurant having coffee with another person when I suddenly saw out the window a brave, (male native) kneeling on the ground with is hands raised in the air. His long, straight black hair flowing down his bare back. He reminded me of our people 100 years ago plus in dress & sincerity of his spirit. I heard him wail & cry a prayer that was unmistakable as it was one that came from his very being in all honesty & truth. It was a plea he was making to the Creator. A plea of earnest love emitting from his inner most being. I have since been told that he is my spirit guide. Wails that come only from the heart of one truly seeking an answer or guidance. The vision lasted only about 5 seconds, but was so vivid that it impressed itself on my mind & in my spirit. It was a very touching scene & left a lasting impression on me. When I asked as to whether this had been seen by the other person, they told me that they neither saw nor heard anything & everything was normal as if nothing had happened. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">My little 10 year old daughter came to me two weeks later, telling me about seeing this little girl in my room. I had her describe her to me. She told me of seeing this little girl dressed in regalia. Beside her, stood a tall man with long black hair. They said nothing but looked at her. The man she said was holding something in his hands as they were folded in front of him towards his chest. I identified this as a peace offering. Shortly after that, I heard my daughter having various conversations in her room. It wasn't the kind that a child would have with an invisible friend but instead, an actual conversation between two people. I could only hear her side & it definitely was a real conversation. I asked her about it one night & she told me that she had indeed been talking with the same little girl who she saw that time in my room. Her name was Makala & she was of the Algonquin tribe. My children's heritage is Algonquin & Blackfoot. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">It turned out that Makala is Becky's spirit guide & her Dad that I saw along with Becky is mine. I have called on him many times & he's always there to answer & guide when I need him. I know that someday I'll meet this man. I'm looking foreword to it. He has become my best friend in the next realm. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I actually went one night into my daughter's room to tuck her in when she was having her talks with Makala & I sensed a strong presence in there with her. It was time for bed & my daughter was in the middle of the conversation. Problem was, it was school the next day. I very gently told Makala that Becky needed her rest now & that she was welcome here anytime to talk with my daughter. At that, amidst Becky's.. " Just a few minutes more Dad," I could feel Makala gently moving away from the bed where she was sitting. She slowly & ever so gently left that night. She of course has returned many times to speak with Becky. Becky is a very sensitive child when it comes to the paranormal. She has proven this to me many times. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I have a friend who lives in England. We have spent considerable time talking on the net & on the phone. I have visited their home there too. I remember once when I was sensing in the graveyard. The one near my home has an unusual amount of paranormal activity. The most I have ever seen for an area. That night I had a weird experience. Everything was going fine until I came to the end of one of the paths that's in the middle of the cemetery. My daughter's boyfriend was with me at the time. he has seen various things as I have. As I approached the bend in the path, he stopped me & said there was an old woman standing off to the side dressed in white. She stood there pointing at me. I asked him if she was saying anything as I couldn't pick it up. His response was that she was but he couldn't make it out as the sound wasn't audible. He said she seemed angry at me for some reason. After all this time, we have wondered if it wasn't a warning. Suddenly, I felt dizzy. Not much at first, but it rapidly got worse until I was afraid I was about to fall. I couldn't see from being so dizzy. I made my way over to a small headstone that was near me & sat down , placing my head in my hands until the dizziness subsided. After about twenty minutes, he helped me home. Actually, he almost had to carry me & every ounce of strength had been drained from me. I hadn't really known what had hit me as I had never experienced anything like this before. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">When I came in, my eldest daughter was on the computer talking to my friend in the UK. Here in Canada, it was 11 PM. In the UK, it was 4 AM. When I found out who she was talking to, I told my daughter that I needed to get on the computer to see if everything was alright over there. I could hardly move from the exhaustion. I asked my friend what she was doing up so early. She told me that she had had a dream about me . In her dream, she saw me in a dark place. She said that she saw me sitting on some kind of stone with my head in my hands. She could tell that I was distressed about something. I then relayed to her what had happened to me just minutes before. She immediately came online to see if I was alright. She has also seen me in dreams falling & hitting my head on a low stone & in another dream, almost being hit in her car by another driver. These two instances haven't happened yet but I'm very cautious. Since this time, as with other times, my friend & my daughter have made it quite clear that I am not to be left alone when I 'm in the graveyard. My daughter's boyfriend has become my personal bodyguard when I'm there. I can't tell you of the numerous times he literally has saved me from falling over.. yes.. low stones that I couldn't see. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Not all things turn out to be weird & unexpected. Some things can end up being fun. I have the ability when my psychic energy is high to walk under street lights, making them turn off when I approach them & them coming back on after I've past them. When this first started, it took us by surprise. We weren't sure as to what was going on, until we gave it a lot of thought & it finally dawned on us. I have come to the place when all is right when I can concentrate on lights & they will react by the wave of my hand. Energy has to be really high though. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Once we were walking with the kids at night. We were just talking & walking when the light we past under suddenly went out. I smiled to myself not thinking much about it. Out of nowhere, my youngest son spoke up & said, " Dad, will you stop that? " What was I supposed to do? </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";"> Amazing things can be seen if you're in the right place & at the right time. . Like the elderly man I saw walking across the back of the graveyard one night. He was quite old, bent over, over weight & obviously had his mind set on where he was going by his walk. This was about 10:30 at night. It's very dark through that area then. No sound, only him showing up to me. I saw him appear as if he where coming through a door & he was, leading into the area of the cemetery where I was in the back. Where he actually appeared from, there is a solid block wall. He walked a few yards & then vanished again. This proved to me that those in spirit have directives & directions to follow just as we do in this life. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">This happened once before with a man I saw. He was thin in appearance, walking in long strides, obviously determined as to his direction as to where he was going. It was clearly evident he was walking with a purpose, not just half haphazardly. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Once, when I was in the graveyard, I saw what I thought was a reflection. It turned out to be an image all its own. I had just entered the graveyard, when I noticed a white cross on the bark of a huge Maple tree just inside the gates. It seemed appropriate in a cemetery, but in one way out of place considering it wasn't there before. This was not a wooden cross nor any other material. It was just there. I put my hand up to it & it shone on my hand. The cross was a perfect image. At first I thought it was a reflection from something from one of the houses near the area. When I checked it out, there was nothing that even closely resembled a cross. I returned a few nights later but the image had vanished, never to return. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">As I have said, I have never seen a cemetery where there is so much activity as there is there. Presences have been felt there. People who where not of this realm have been seen by me & others. The instances I have written about took place in this same graveyard. One night I decided to go to see if there was any activity. I was with my daughter's boyfriend walking along the paths that wind their way through the grounds. Out of nowhere we saw lights. At first we thought they were from flashlights. It concerned us not knowing who else might be in there so late at night, so we hid behind a huge stone out of sight. We needed to know that we were safe. We knelt there, watching the lights when one started to go higher in the air. At first we thought that maybe someone was shining the lights in the trees. There were about ten lights there at the time. Most were white but a couple where red. They were perfectly round in appearance. Some brighter then others. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Suddenly, all the lights started to move & then started floating upwards toward a stand of woods that was right behind them. It still made me think that maybe it was from flashlights but we couldn't see other people there. We had a clear view to all this. What changed my mind was the fact that the lights were actually moving by themselves up toward the tree tops & maneuvering themselves into the woods. There was no trail of light like a flashlight would make or any other light for that matter. These were separate, individual lights moving on their own by their own will. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Humans can't get into those woods at night without falling. They are thick with trees & it is pitch dark in there. The lights never once shone or moved along the ground as a regular light would. What really made us stop & take notice was the fact that when we saw these lights moving, we headed over to where they were & indeed, there was no one around. No humans at all were in the area. It dawned on us that what we where seeing was a large group of orbs moving around. It was a rare occasion for us to see this. One that was truly awesome & something I will never forget. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">There was a time when all this was new to us. We had moved into an older house that we soon found was occupied by spirits. We had never dealt with them before & didn't know what to make of it all. I had went to work with nothing out of the ordinary going on. When I got home though, my wife asked if I had been home earlier. I told her that I hadn't been home all day. She told me, & the children heard this too, my footsteps coming up the stairs toward the upper part of the house where they all were at the time.We soon learned that the kitchen cupboards had a habit of opening themselves, usually at nighttime. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">One night, we actually saw something that made us stop & think. It wasn't anything too remarkable within itself. We had bought a new stereo & I had left the box with the Styrofoam in the middle of the floor. We were talking when we heard something in the box moving around. We just assumed that a mouse had gotten in the house from the field we had outback. The sound continued, so I went over to the box to try & trap the mouse. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I took a broom handle to try to stir up the contents so I wouldn't get bit. When I moved the foam around though, I found that there was nothing at all in the box. I expected to see a mouse. I took out the packaging & sorted through it.What I did see, was foam moving around by itself. No mouse only the foam. </span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";"> This same house has had spirit occupants for quite some time. We had become friends at the time with people who knew just as much, if not more than we did about what was going on. During our conversations, we started telling them about the various goings on that were happening. We were stopped in the middle of the sentence with, " You don't have to tell us anything about that house. " It turned out that they used to go to parties there before we moved in.We ended up hearing stories about cupboards opening by themselves, sounds. All kinds of spirit happenings.</span></em></strong></div>
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I remember one day I had gotten ready for work. We heated with an old wood stove, so just before walking out the door that morning I brought in wood so everyone would be warm while I was away. Later that evening, my wife mentioned to me about it. "Yes, I had brought in quite a bit of wood." What she told me made me sit up straight. The wood that I did indeed brought in wasn't in the wood box when she went to put some in the stove. I carried enough wood in the house that day to fill the wood box & yet, it wasn't there for them. Go figure.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">There are times when things happen that we can't control or even expect. Such was the time on my birthday. One of the things I received was a clock from the children in the shape of a pentagram. Please, before you log off in a huff, the pentagram is not a symbol of Satan or anything else like that. It is a symbol of life with the elements that we all need to keep us alive in this world plus the Spirit, the giver of life. I'm Wiccan, but that doesn't make me evil. Relax. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Now, back to my story. The teachings that all things hold energy is true. The second hand had come loose & of course wouldn't move as it was supposed to. My wife then, had been trying to get a CD of hers to play properly, but it had a scratchy sound to it instead. Nothing abnormal there. It had just seen better days I guess. She was about to put the CD back in the case when I happened to look at it from where I was sitting. I no sooner turned my head away & " BANG!" The CD blew up. I don't mean it cracked or simply broke. I mean there was a sound like a gun going off & it literally shattered in a million pieces in her hand but still in a perfect circle as it was before for no apparent reason. Shards of plastic lay there in the palm of her hand which a moment ago had been her CD. In one way I had felt sorry for her. All she did was look down at it , sitting there with it in her hand & said, " It broke," & then stared at me. We had a few people in that night & everyone present saw what had happened as it literally disintegrated in her hand. I still have three of the pieces that I kept from that night. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Dealing with the dead can be a very revealing experience. The first time this happened to me, I remember, it was late at night & I was sitting alone in a rocking chair in the living room. I was a teenager at the time & had never before experienced a presence like this. It wasn't a frightening experience, just revealing. A tremendously profound revealing experience. Everyone was asleep & the house was quiet except for the TV that I had on low. I was sitting there enjoying the movie when I felt this presence hovering over me. It struck me as odd, but I knew instantly that it was a person who I knew who was sad. Not just a mild sadness, but a deep heart wrenching sadness that causes rivers of tears to flow. A sadness that literally tears you apart in your soul. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">There didn't seem to be a message from this person, but I instantly knew who it was. It was a man who was a mild acquaintance. An older man. He had such sorrow in his soul for some reason. The thing was, I had seen him the day before & everything seemed fine. The depressing feeling was so intense that I wanted to cry. The feeling just hovered over me. This heartbreaking sorrow, directly above me. Little did I know that I was soon to find to what it was all about. After a few minutes, the presence left me & all was calm. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";"> The next day, I mentioned this to a friend of mine who was also acquainted with this man. What I heard next hit me, " Didn't you know, Last night Bill died of a heart attack around midnight.? " That was the exact time I started to sense this presence. He had crossed over & came to me. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">The strangest thing that has ever happened to me happened a few years ago. I'm convinced that this was no ordinary spirit activity.I had just gotten out of a relationship, & was trying to get back into the swing of things. My daughters boyfriend was online when I came in the house this night. He mentioned to me that there was some woman who he had been talking to on the Internet.When I asked who she was, he said he wasn't sure. He also told me that her screen had just popped up out of nowhere. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I asked him how she had gotten my IP. He didn't know that either but she seemed to be asking directly for me. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I sat down at the computer & asked her who she was, & what she wanted. Her direct words to me were, " I"m looking for a wizard." What the hell ? About ten minutes later, she was back online with the same request. I was curious as to what this person wanted. I told her who I was & yes, I practiced Wicca in my beliefs. She then proceeded to ask about such things as spells & the like. I told her that I rarely used them myself, but I was willing to direct her to someone who maybe could help. She hung on. She wanted to talk to me. I didn't even know her. I then asked how she had been able to contact me. Her answer was that she had gotten my Internet address from a site that I belong to in the wizard community. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I knew this to be false as " the group" doesn't give out personal information such as IP address' or anything else for the sake of our privacy. There is so much misinformation & misunderstanding about people like us. We have to be careful even in this day & age. Religious persecution still exists from mainly those of other religions. So much for love & tolerance. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I asked her out of curiosity what kind of spell she was looking for. She said she wanted one to help her live a long life. OK ! I wish we all had such a spell. I told her I didn't have such a thing & I seriously doubted that anyone did. Anyways, it wouldn't work even if I did have one. She was determined to get what she wanted. I couldn't get rid of her, so I decided to shut down her screen & "BAM" she was right back on in my face as fast as I shut her down. I was becoming a little agitated with this. I had more important things to do than talk to this wacko. What happened next really threw me for loop though. I asked her name & she told me. The thing is, her first name is exactly the same as the name of the lady that I had been in the relationship with. This woman's last name is the same as as my ex's brother's first name. Coincident? I don't think so. Besides, I don't believe in such things. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I noticed something really odd in her typing too. She was making the same spelling mistakes as my ex had in many of our conversations online. Even down to phrases & terminology. It was the very same. Her writing structure was the same. I started to think that my ex was doing this for some weird reason to get back at me. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Out of nowhere, my screen went crazy. I had to look twice, literally, as to what I was seeing. It was filled with phrases such as " baby rapist." Vulgarity beyond belief. Over & over. Again & again in a row the same phrases repeated. The thing that I noticed was that the phrases were on the screen so fast that it didn't add up as to how anyone could type that fast. It was like lightning. They weren't being sent a small amount at a time. The whole damn screen was instantly filled with this type of talk. All sorts of vicious terms beyond belief. Filled with ultimate hatred & threats. I had never in my life seen anything like this. It was like a split second & there was a long list of sick, evil remarks against me. This person was phyco. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">This woman was also from the same country as my ex. I asked her what her phone number was & surprisingly she gave it to me. I was shocked as to what was going on. I honestly thought that this was the person I had been involved with. I was convinced. Although, I couldn't believe she would do something as terrible as this. It was like a scene from a movie of horror. This kept up for about a week. She asked if I would like a picture of her. I told her yes out of curiosity. I was dumbfounded. Her picture looked almost identical to my ex's sister' who is a friend of mine. ' That did it. I contacted my ex's family overseas to see if they knew what the hell was going on. They thought themselves that it was my ex because of all the evidence that seemed to be legitimate. Our conversations would start off normally & then without warning all hell would break loose. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I'm sure you're asking why I continued to speak with this woman? I did it because as I said I had thought this to be my ex. None of this made sense as she isn't like that in her character. I needed inside myself to know the truth. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I decided to trick her to see if it was my ex so I used an Algonquin phrase which means, " Hello." I thought this would prove one way or another as to who this was. I had taught my ex some Algonquin in the past & I knew that only she would have known this. Her response back was, " Hello' in English. I said to her that I knew it was her because of the phrase. She said that it was a common phrase in the UK. That I knew to be a lie as British people know very little in reality about us as Natives. All they have is what they are taught in school which is usually not correct information or misinformed stories from Hollywood. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Finally, my friend in the UK said she was going to call her on the phone just to see what would happen. She wanted to know if I'd be willing to talk with her if she answered. I told her " yes, I'd like to." More or less to be assured that this wasn't a trick of my ex's. Look at the evidence as it stands. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">She insisted on talking directly to me after I introduced myself. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">She has the same first name as my ex.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Her last name is the same as my ex's brother's first name. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Her picture is almost identical in every way to my ex's sister picture in appearance. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">She knows a language that by rights she shouldn't know. I taught my ex. The woman contacted me out of nowhere. Literally. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">She is from the same country. The thing is, is that my ex lives 500 miles away from this person. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">How did she know which organization to contact to try to get an Internet address? Lucky chance? Not likely. There were too many weird things about this whole incident. Even my ex didn't know which ones I belong to. I never told her. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I found out that my ex was in their living room when the call was placed to this woman. She was nowhere near the area nor had she been. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">She admitted to me that she was deeply hurt with me thinking that she would do something as horrible as this to me, but, everything pointed her way.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">The call was made from my friends phone to hers. I could hear everything & even talk to this woman through my computer which I did. It was astounding. The person who answered was mild mannered, mellow & very kind. Yes, she recognized my name. Yes, she had indeed been in contact with me. After a short conversation, we ended the talk. I've since blocked her from getting through to me. I'm glad I did. It definitely was an ordeal that I remember that I'd sooner forget. I've had it suggested that just maybe I was dealing with a lot more than just a mere human being. I tend to agree. No mere mortal could know things or come across so perfectly that way. The thing is, it all started a week after our relationship ended. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">The online attacks on me were unbelievable. It wasn't against anyone else here, just me. I firmly believe I was under attack from an negative entity that was controlling this woman. She knew far too much about my life. Too much for my liking. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Since that time I had the Internet cut off for a couple years. It shocked me one day when I had it hooked back up only to find that one person had at that time recently asked for a contact. It was her. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Along time ago, we were in the same house that the incident with the dog took place. I was sitting comfortably at the table with a person who lived in the house. Everything was going fine when I saw something that hit me hard. We sat there talking when out of nowhere, the woman's eyes disappeared & in their place a pair of pitch black, piercing eyes appeared. It was only for a quick second, but in that time I read a message that I wasn't expecting. As I looked into those horrible eyes, the thoughts appeared to me, " I want to kill you." </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Just as quickly, the black eyes disappeared & the woman's eyes reappeared. Since this time entities have indeed tried to kill me as you will read further on. I guess you can say my life isn't normal. I'm glad there wasn't a repeat of this. Once was enough.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">One thing I've noticed as have others, is that when I'm agitated or talking about he supernatural, things begin to happen, such as the stereo turning itself on full blast by itself. This went on for quite a while. It scared the hell out of me the first time it happened. I wasn't expecting it. I had been talking with a friend & all I got to hear was this full blast of music blasting at me. Or, the time the light bulb blew. I don't just mean stopped working or broke. I mean it blew like a mini bomb going off in pieces. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Not all things are so dramatic though. My father was a carpenter by trade. He has long since crossed over. For the longest time, I would see him in places unexpectedly. It always is a great comfort when this happens. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I love working with wood as my dad did. Trouble is, I'll never be as good as he was. One day, I was trying to do something with wood in a project I was doing. I was getting frustrated with myself. Everything was going fine until I got stuck. I knew I wasn't going to get any further than I had so I decided to ask for dad's help. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">What? You didn't know you could talk to them in real life? Of course you can. They are more alive than you & I are & are more than willing to help us here on earth. All you have to do is ask & watch for the signs. As you practice your gifts, they become stronger & easier to do when you need them. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">My request was no sooner out when I realized he was with me. He told me how to do the first part & then he would stop until I finished that part. He would then move onto the next part until I finished that. This happened three times as he guided me in this project. Within a few minutes, all was done with out incident & just as dad would have done it. Thanks Dad. I love you & Mom.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">That time taught me a valuable lesson. Dad was there to help whenever I needed him as is my Mom. They have both came to my aid when I needed them the most. As I am writing this, I just had a realization of them being here with me, seeing what I'm I'm doing. Their love & support is very real. I know they will both be there to continue to be there for me & the family. We all know this. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Since that time I've called on them both to help in situations where I needed their help or guidance. They have never failed me & I know they won't. The extent of their love for me even from their continued life fills me with the feeling & knowledge that they will always be there for me & I have no worries nor concerns about them. I know where they are.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">My son has told me various times about hearing voices, not in his head, but down in our basement. He has woken me up telling me that he hears these voices talking together as a group would. I had thought that maybe there was someone outside the first time he mentioned it to me, but, no one was there.When I questioned him about it, he told me there were numerous voices but he couldn't make out what they were saying. It was like it was muffled. This has happened more then once. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">He has also mentioned more than once about the same time as the voices, hearing a roaring noise & the sound of something huge rolling & chasing him. He ran into my room a long time ago, telling me of this rolling noise & that it was chasing him. I questioned him about it more than once. He insists that as he ran away from it, he ran into his bedroom. The noise bypassed his room & went into mine where it stopped. I hadn't heard the sound but it has occurred more than once. Always the same. he once asked what would happen if it caught him? I don't know. I wish I had an answer for this. He is quite concerned. I know he is very sensitive in such things. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">My eldest daughter had a problem quite a while ago with her boyfriend. I remember she came to me asking if she could talk with me. Of course, I told her " yes." There must have been a lot of energy around at the time. As she was about ot speak, I saw the words she was about to say. I stopped her before she ever got started & said, " This is what you wanted to ask me." She confirmed that to was. This happened three times during this conversation, always the same with me seeing the words she was about to say before she opened her mouth to speak them.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Our family has had their share of instances where spirits manifested themselves to us in various forms, some good & some not so good. It seems that when you get right down to it, as good as some can be, others can be quite the opposite. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">A few years ago, we had a incident, for want of a better word with a spirit that played havoc with our family, especially my eldest son. He was quite young at the time, & it scared the hell out of him. Then again, it would have shocked an adult. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">We had never dealt with anything in the supernatural in this respect before. To be honest, I seriously hope I never have to again. We have a habit in our family of constantly joking around & teasing each other with all kinds of things. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">One night, my son decided to go out to the kitchen to get something from the refrigerator. He had left the light off & felt an urging to look out the window which looks out over the back yard. My house in the back looks out over various neighbours homes with a clear view of everything. All of a sudden I heard him call my name telling me to get out to the kitchen.When I went out to see what he wanted, he said there was an old woman in a long, white, flowing dress with a veil over her face standing on a lawn chair on the neighbours step. I looked & saw nothing. I thought he was kidding.I no sooner got back in the living room, when I heard a scream from him that made me jump up to see what the problem was. I ran out to the kitchen again to find him crying & shaking. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">" Dad, I see her again. She's still standing on the chair & she's waving at me." I looked again but still saw nothing. Clearly, he did see something or someone. I asked him to describe this woman to me & he did. It had frightened him so badly that I had a hard time trying to calm him down. I asked him to come outside with me & show me where she was standing. It took alot of convincing but after awhile, he reluctantly agreed. No one else saw anything out of the ordinary except him. I had become concerned about this whole thing.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";"> A few days later, he came home from school telling me about seeing this same woman appearing to him & waving while he would be at school. Weeks went by with appearances like this, her showing herself to him & waving to him, as he called it. It didn't make sense that a spirit would simply wave to him. Finally, it hit me. She wasn't waving to him. She was beckoning to him to come to her. I had him show me exactly what she was doing & sure enough, she was calling him. When I realized this, the only thing I could sense was danger. She was after him. </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Usually, spirits don't have negative ambitions like this, but this one certainly did. She proved herself later on to be a negative entity in so many ways. He was marked by her for death.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">One night he rushed into the house in a panic. He had seen her nearby. She was beckoning to him & he said it looked like she was throwing fire balls repeatedly. I got on the net & also talked with some of my friends who also deal in the paranormal. They all agreed that this was no ordinary spirit, & yes, chances were, she was after him & not in a good way. I needed a solution & fast. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Winter came a few weeks later, In our area, we get lots of snow. Our son had been walking past the graveyard near our home & came running into the house again & out of breath. " Dad, I saw her again." This is the same graveyard where alot of the activity goes on I have written about in this blog. I had him take me to the exact place where he had seen her. We both waded through deep snow to get to the place where she was. He informed me that she had been standing over a headstone pointing down at it. I was curious as to why she would do this. Obviously, she was trying to relay a message. I stopped when I saw the name on the stone. It was our last name. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">There are many times when we would be walking together & he would see her. I once had him stand still & allow me to approach her. She'd vanish every time I went near her. It became so bad at the house, that screams would come from my son as we would be watching TV. Out of nowhere he would let loose. He had seen her looking in the window of the living room. Not right up to it but close. This happened many times. One time, he woke me up screaming, " She's looking at me dad through my bedroom window." My son's bedroom is on the second floor with no way to get up there.Whoever this person was, she was levitating to get a look at him.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">My eldest daughter started having problems with this same spirit. We were walking home one day from the store. There was my daughter, my son & myself. Once again, he informed me that she was directly ahead standing on the sidewalk blocking our way. She stood there staring at us. My daughter dropped full force on the ground screaming in pain. She had been stabbed in the calf of her leg. No blood, but definitely an attack. She lay there for several minutes crying in pain. I helped her back to the house & yes, the spirit vanished as soon as I headed toward her. These attacks went on for quite a few months. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">One Sunday afternoon, I decided to walk down the paths of the cemetery for a quiet stroll with the family. Quite a few people use this area to meditate or just find a quiet place of solitude. All was going well. Meanwhile I was still trying to find a way to get this being out of our lives. It just wasn't going to go on its own. I was walking ahead of everyone else looking at the various stones & scenery when my son hollered at me, " Dad, don't move. She's right behind you." I froze. She vanished when I turned around & I started to slowly walk again. It happened again for the second time. The same thing. I stopped dead in my tracks. "Tell me what she's doing." </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">What I heard shocked me. "She's right behind you. She's standing over you with a long,shiny knife. She's gonna stab you in the back." I turned around quickly to see if I'd be able to see her. I couldn't, but as I turned, my son informed me that at that moment she vanished. He was in a panic to say the least. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";"> At the very spot that she tried to attack me was a headstone. For some unknown reason, I happen to look down at the stone. I couldn't believe it. On the stone are three names. A mans with the dates of birth & death. A woman's with no dates but who was obviously dead for quite a while, & a third man with the dates. The date of birth on the first heading read... April 23, 1855, exactly 99 years to the day of my birth. The attack took place right at this stone. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I consulted people in the know searching for answers. Finally, I talked to my daughter's boyfriend. He gave me the clue I needed to deal with whatever this was. He told me to talk to the Creator. That's where I would find my answers. " He will tell you what to do to get rid of this thing when it is the right time." That made sense. I waited for the answer & it finally came weeks later. </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">It was like a flash of insight. The answer was just there. I remember saying to another person, " I have to go to the graveyard. I was just told how to stop this thing." </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I gathered together what I needed & we headed down to the stone where the spirit tried to get me. I had no fear or reservations. This was something that had to be done & now was the time. I was just determined to rid us of this menacing spirit. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">When we arrived, I knelt down at the same grave she tried to attack me at. This is what I was told to do. This is where I was told to begin. I took out the scented oil & made the appropriate sign in obedience to what I was being told to do. All done. I offered up prayers as directed & finished with the ceremony. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">The person I was with started walking up the path further into the cemetery. I was still kneeling at the grave, in front of the stone, when we both heard this tremendous " BOOM." It sounded like a heavy iron door being slammed shut. It was so loud it echoed throughout the graveyard. This is a fairly large cemetery we were in, & there is nothing around that would make such a sound let alone such an echoing sound. And then total silence. We looked at each other in disbelief. " Did you hear that?" I asked. She replied that she had. There are houses in the nearby area but no one seemed to hear it. My guess is that no one heard it except us. To this day though, we haven't had anymore trouble with this spirit. I believe whatever happened that day, it was locked away behind that door. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Seeing a spirit can be a bit nerve wracking to say the least when you're not expecting it. We had been spending a few days at relatives during the summer break. The boys & I decided to camp out in the backyard for the fun of it. They have a huge field behind the house. It was about 10 PM & Aaron, my oldest son & I decided to call it a night. He headed out the front door ahead of me when I stopped in my tracks, for want of a better word. I turned to face the door when out of nowhere there appeared a woman with long, straight, grayish hair that ran down her back toward her waist. She was thin & about in her early sixties. What struck me was the fact that behind her was a round, white light, below her shoulder just emanating. She stood there, looking at me with her hands folded across each other in front of her, resting on her chest. She had a look of peacefulness about her. I stood there staring. The vision only lasted a few seconds at the most. I mentioned it to Aaron, who told me that she had appeared to him also as he was coming out of the washroom just minutes before. I don't know why she was there or why she was sent. Maybe in time we will find out the reason. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">A few weeks ago, I had another appearance happen that scared the shit out of me. It wasn't that it was scary, just that I wasn't expecting it to happen. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee one morning. Kids are always coming here to hang out with my children, so I thought nothing of it when I saw a boy about 12 walk up the back step to the door. I went ahead & made my coffee & forgot all about seeing him. I headed upstairs with my coffee to my room when I jumped. The same boy was standing between my daughter's room & my son's room staring at my bedroom. I have a native symbol on the door of a Makwa, ( bear). He just stood there in a black suit, hair neatly combed & stared. I nearly threw my coffee when I saw him. I didn't know he had passed through the door & went upstairs. Scared the crap out of me. I laugh about it now. He's welcome anytime.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I mentioned it to the kids. A few days later, Adam , my other son came to me to tell me that he also had seen this same boy in the house & then he vanished. It of course doesn't bother us as we have had things like this go on for years. Every once in a while we do get company for whatever reason. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">As a Native by heritage, we attend various celebrations of our people. One year we attended one of the powwows in our area. It's a time to honor each other, Mother Earth & the Creator. We show our joy & respect for what the Creator has given us. I had entered the Sacred Circle where the dancing takes place. I'm a dancer. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">We were honoring our Native brothers who have served in the various wars. The government sometimes has a hard time acknowledging us for our contributions. Yes, It still goes on. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">We started the dance by shaking hands with the different warriors who stood in a line before us. It was their time of honor. When I came to one of the brothers, he took me in his arms & gave me a big bear hug. I mean it was a bear hug. This man overpowered me by a mile. He is an elder & has a spirit of pure love. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I danced the rest of that day & was tired to say the least when I was done. I dance hard. My family & myself decided to call it a day & sit at a picnic table that was near the area of our tent. I was resting, & yet, I was so alive with the joy that I felt from a day of being able to share the dance with others. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I looked up & that same elder was coming over the crest of the hill toward us. I didn't recognize him as I had met so many people that day. He stopped at our table, resting his hands on it & said, " I know you & I know your whole family." Wow! I didn't know what to say. He took me by surprise.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">He began telling of when he hugged me in the Circle. It was then that I remembered. He called his wife, Anna over to meet us & told her about what had happened that day. I wasn't sure where he was going with this until he explained. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">He said that he was a high priest. I was honored that he took the time to speak to me. He said that he had been told to give me a hug instead of a handshake. When he did, he said that he felt something. Anna asked him whether it was energy or what? His reply was, " No. This man has such a gentle spirit about him. I had to hug him, & when I did, it was like a spirit came out of him & entered my body. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">He said it was like living electricity coming out of me & entering him. I hadn't realized this had happened. I am truly honored that I met this couple this day. When the powwow was over, this same man came over to me & we talked. We promised to meet again in the Sacred Circle & hopefully one day we will. I felt like there was something he needed to say to me but maybe the time wasn't right. I don't know. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I wrapped my arms around him & gave him a hug. I whispered in his ear, " The Creators blessings on you my brother." He stopped, looked at me & I saw tears starting to form in his eyes. Love in action.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Megwetch ( Thank you.)</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";"> Do I tell these things for the sake of pride or seeking something that would spiritually & possibly physically or emotionally harm me in time? No! The only reason I mention them such as the last story, is because I am truly humbled & honored as I feel I have been blessed to have experienced these things in my life.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I used to wonder when I was younger what my life was all about. I have since seen blessings that others have received & I too have received in turn from knowing them.I believe that unless we are blessing others with our lives & we are receiving blessings in return, we become stagnant & cannot grow to who we are as a person. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">With each incident that I've experienced, I've come to realize that I have grown no matter how rough it was or how much of a struggle it was for me. It has taught me things of value that I will never forget. Things that I cherish & use in my daily life. I have become stronger because of all that I have gone through. Would I wish some of these things on others so they could grow? Not on your life. We all have our own paths to follow. You may not be able to handle my paths as I may not yours. This path was chosen for me before I was born as was yours, & I must follow it. If we search out our own lives, seeking the right path for ourselves, we will find it in time. Then & only then will we really know who we are & what our purpose in life is. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I've done a lot of sensing in the local cemetery & have quite a number of experiences. Most were not negative. Some were baffling & I can honestly say that they are all worth remembering. One such event happened a couple years ago. We were in the graveyard as was our regular ritual looking for signs of paranormal activity. We had just finished climbing a hill that is in the center of the cemetery when things started to happen. Keep in mind that we have spent numerous hours in this place in the past. A lot of what I have written has taken place in this same area, right in or near the center of the cemetery. The only activity we had encountered that night was the old man I have previously mentioned walking below us in the valley. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">He only appeared for a few seconds then vanished. As far as I could tell, he didn't even know we were there. About five minutes after I saw him, we decided to head over to the old part where there are alot of older graves. We both started to walk toward the brow of the hill & we stopped. Something was wrong & we both noticed it. We became confused about our direction. For some reason, we didn't know where we were, as far as direction goes. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">We, as I have said, have spent many months over a span of years in this place.We know this area better than any other we have been in. It's just around the corner from my place so there is no way of getting lost. We have walked among the graves in the pitch dark with no problem at all. For some unknown reason though, we couldn't function properly. It had hit both of us at the same time. We were totally lost & couldn't get our bearings. Nothing made sense. </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">It was like we were in a strange place. Nothing appeared the same as we knew it should be. The only thing we could do was stand still & try to figure out what the hell was gong on. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";"> This graveyard is one of those where weird things happen not only to us but to others as well, hoping to see things from the other side. It took us a few minutes to figure out what was happening to us. We have friends who have through curiosity gone into this cemetery, only to find themselves terrified at things they have seen that they weren't expecting. Things that appear as non human to them. I've heard some interesting stories from these people & I don't doubt what I've been told. There's more going on than we realize. I do know that. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">I strongly advise, unless you're willing to face the unexpected, it may be wise to give certain things a second thought before diving into it without experience or knowledge on what you might face. I'm not saying you shouldn't enter into certain situations. All I'm saying is, make sure you're prepared. Everything I have written here is very real. I should know. It happened to us & it still goes on. There's more that isn't even written here. On the average, those from the spirit realm are loving & kind, but there is the other side too. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">It seemed like we had entered some kind of portal. It looked different in some respects. Some things didn't look the same as we knew it. We did make it out alright. Yet, we still talk about that night & have strange feelings deep inside us, remembering what it felt like, the confusion, the bewilderment of not understanding. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">We have seen what we call " tree spirits," on occasions in this area. It is our belief & teachings that all things have a spirit. We, here at home have proven that our ancestors were right in this teaching. There have been numerous times when I personally have seen these spirits appear from behind certain trees. They appear in dark forms. Shy, if you will, & never leaving the tree from were they come from. I have seen them hanging around the bottom of trees & also high up in the trees watching us. Then, it seems when they realize that they have been seen, they either vanish or I have seen them withdraw into the tree itself. They seem curious & nothing more. When I see a tree spirit, it is one of the highlights when I sense. They are part of Nature itself. That part that keeps the tree alive in its strength, testifying to years & maybe centuries of wisdom & life. </span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">Never dismiss anything as imagination. It could be something very real. We are taught that such things don't exist. That the spiritual world is a myth. Trust me, it is very, very real. I have seen it. Many other's too have seen & experienced those who are in spirit form whether they are from the next world or this world. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">They really do exist. </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana";">All we have to do is open our eyes, be willing to accept & watch for the signs. You just may be surprised at what happens in you life too. </span></em></strong><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Riding in a hot air balloon can be both fun & exciting, especially when you share the fun with someone else. Little Billy had wanted, as long as he could remember, to be able to ride high in the sky, where the birds soared freely. he would sit for hours staring at them as they would swoop & glide on an invisible cushion of air that helped them along. He would dream that maybe someday, just maybe, he too would be up there to freely soar like the birds. All boys & girls have special dreams, & when these dreams come true, it is a time of happiness shining from ear to ear as they experience their hearts desire & it becomes a reality to them. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em><span style="color: purple;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">And so it was with Billy this day, as he lay on his back on the front lawn just staring up into the sky. her had lived with Grandpa for as long as he could remember in their little stone house just outside of town, with their little garden & lots of trees to play in. He would run & play ball with his friends, go skating on the lake in the winter & spend hours fishing with is Grandfather in the summer. But, his big dream was to be way up high, all alone with his Grandpa. Far away from everyone else, just the two of them together. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em><span style="color: purple;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Grandpa had flown the huge balloons years before, & he & Billy would sit on the porch after supper, telling him all about the thrill of riding on the wind far above the Earth. As Grandpa would tell his story, little Billy's eyes would widen as big a saucers, blocking out every other sound, just to listen to what Grandpa had to say. Tonight would be different though, for he had something special to talk to Billy about. He knew about Billy's dream, even without him telling him, for he could see it in his face whenever he told one of his stories.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Billy sat patiently while his grandfather told him that tomorrow morning they would be going away on a trip, but he would not tell him where they were going. All would say to him was, " Wait & see." This got Billy wondering as to what all the mystery was about. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Would they be going on a fishing trip, or maybe Grandpa had packed a big picnic lunch for them & they would sit lazily on the grass, in the park that was in the centre of town. His imagination soared & Grandpa had to almost force him to finish his breakfast before they could get on their way.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><strong><em>Billy could hardly get out of the house fast enough & into the old car. Hid Grandfather didn't say a word, but started the engine & they drove off together. But, where were they going ? There was nothing our this way except farmer's fields & cows. After about a half hour ride, Billy saw something that made him almost jump off his seat. Standing so tall against the blue sky stood the biggest hot air balloon he had ever seen. It stood like an enormous tower, silently waiting for its passengers to board so it could begin the journey it was intended for. </em></strong><strong><em>There it stood with all its colors of red, white & yellow on the balloon itself with a big basket at the bottom for people to ride in.</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Billy jumped out of the car & ran as fast as he could up to the huge balloon. It was so big standing there all alone. he just stood there with his mouth open & the biggest look of surprise that was possible. After checking to see that all was in order, he & Grandpa climbed aboard the balloon & soon they were lifting off the ground. Billy looked as if he couldn't believe it was really happening. Up, up, up they went. Higher in the air with every second that passed. It was the strangest feeling he had ever experienced as he watched the ground move further & further away. The sky coming closer & closer toward them.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">It was a dream come true, & he found it hard to make himself believe it was really happening. The higher they went, the closer the clouds seemed to come. It was like you could almost reach out & touch them. Off in the distance, he saw beautiful, snow capped mountains nestled against the distant horizon.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><strong><em>They were majestic, standing there so strong & silent, looking like they were on the edge of the world itself. He looked down & saw fields that looked like patches on an old quilt. He saw trucks, cars & a train that looked so small that they reminded him of toys moving by themselves. Billy watched as birds soared past the giant balloon, curious as to what it was. </em></strong> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Our story begins far out in the country where you can walk for miles listening to the birds sing, while you catch a glimpse of scurrying, little animals as they dash to & fro, busying themselves with their daily tasks. The woods are filled with all kinds of creatures, such as raccoons, skunks, bear & porcupines, just to name a few.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">When we think about the animals who live in the forest, we might imagine fuzzy ones, fat ones, big ones, short ones, tiny ones & hairy ones. We dream of animals who come out at night & all you see are two shining eyes against the blackness of the dark. There are creatures who live there, who go about scurrying here & there gathering food to eat, while others move more slowly, creeping along their merry way. Here, you will meet some of our more colorful friends of the forest.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Blacky, the bear cub, we shall describe, as being small, round & cuddly with a tiny button nose, who waddles when he walks & has a bad habit of tripping over his own feet. One day, he decided to go for a walk through the woods. The sun was shining & it felt warm as its rays shone down, making little streams of light filter through the trees. It gave the forest a look of calmness & peacefulness. Flowers had been opening all around & those who lived in the woods were sleepily returning to their world filled with wonderful things to see & do. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Winter had passed, & the beauty of Spring made every thing fresh & new. " This would truly be a great day for a stroll, " he thought. As he walked along through fields & meadows, he could hear birds joyfully singing as they began the task of building their nests high up in the trees. Blacky passed a huge log lying on the ground which aroused his curiosity. There on the log, he found a fuzzy, little caterpillar, slowly inching its way from one end to the other. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">It was quite a sight to behold, as the little creature moved ever so slowly & patiently on its way. It was in no hurry, & Blacky stood watching for quite awhile. Finally, it was time to go, so off he went as if he hadn't a care in the world. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">He dreamed about the time when the berries would be ripe & he could enjoy eating these treats. It made his mouth water as he thought abut eating mouthfuls of sweet honey fresh from the hive. The bees would soon be hard at work making his delicious snack. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">While Black was busy thinking about all the goodies that lay in store for him, he hadn't realized that he had been walking along the top of a steep hill that had a creek at the bottom. Without any warning, he tripped over his own feet, & tumbled head over heals down the hill with a bumpity, bumpity, bump, crashing headlong into the water below. There was a big slash, & there he sat dripping wet, looking dazed & bewildered. Slowly, he got to his feet teetering back & forth as he tried to regain his balance & sense of direction. Here he was, all alone, soaking wet & feeling as foolish as he looked. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Just about then, he heard a voice. It was one he thought he knew, but just recovering from his fall, left him a little confused, to say the least. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">" Hey, down there. " There was that voice again. Looking in the direction of the sound, he recognized his old friend Pokey Porcupine who also happened to be out for his morning stroll. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">"Oh dear me. Oh dear me, " cried Black as he looked up into the face of his pal. " I'm afraid I've taken a tumble & have gotten all wet. " There he stood, soaked from head to toe, his black fur dripping all around him. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Now, Pokey was a curious creature, who was slow moving & not very smart. If you were to look at Pokey with all those quills on his back, you would think you were looking at a walking pin cushion. He felt like laughing at his friend sitting there at the bottom of the hill, but he remembered a time that he was in trouble himself. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">He had been strolling along one day & had stopped to smell a flower in the field when suddenly, " Buzz, Buzz." There was something funny about this strange & beautiful flower. " Buzz, Buzz." When out of nowhere, " OUCH ! " . He shrieked in pain as the bee aimed right for his little black nose. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Pokey shook his head fiercely, trying to shake the pain of the sting. He rolled around on the ground swatting at his swollen nose, but nothing seemed to help. What a problem he had gotten himself into, all because he wanted to smell a flower. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">Blacky finally managed to climb his way to the top, but not without some difficulty. His little feet were thick with the gooey mud that stuck to him like paste, making him slip & slide & then, down he'd go again. It was obvious that his day was not starting out the way he had hoped. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Our story begins far away in a meadow grove, deep within a farmers field in a land we shall call Smallville. For someone passing by, it might seem that nothing ever happens here, but, when you look closer, it reveals a world of mystery & intrigue. This is the story of Freddie The Field Mouse & His Friends.</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">It was dawn & the sun was just raising it's head over the horizon, awakening the inhabitants of our story to its warm rays as they flutter down upon the face of the earth. It seemed to beckon to our little friends that a fresh new day had arrived in all its glory, bringing to them, as yet, unknown adventures that their wildest dreams couldn't not imagine. </span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Now, Freddie, as we have said, was a field mouse, but not some ordinary mouse. To observe Freddie at first glance, one would believe himself to be looking at an overly stuffed, waddling ball of fur, uncertain as to which end was up. Freddie, it seems had an uncontrollable desire to eat, & eat he did. Anywhere & anytime there was food to be found Freddie was there, happily munching away to his hearts content until every last morsel was gone. </span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Surely, this would be a day to remember, for you see, not far from Freddie's burrow, was the farmhouse that went with his field & in that house were moving a new family by the name of Jones. ow, the Jones were city dwellers & not accustomed to the wildlife who lived on the farm, not even to the smallest rodents.</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Time passed & as Freddie was finishing his morning breakfast, he heard a loud rumbling noise in the farmyard. Excitement & curiosity took over as he stood high as he possibly could on his tiptoes wavering back & forth, trying to discover what all the racket was about. His beady, little eyes staring straight ahead while his little button nose twitched nervously back & forth like the pendulum on a grandfather clock. </span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Excitedly he ran as best he could to his closest neighbours house, Mrs. Hoppy who happened to be, as we would guess a rabbit & a very close friend of Freddie's. After explaining the situation to Mrs. Hoppy, the pair gathered outside, calling all their friends together in hopes of discovering who the intruder was. </span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Silently, & with great care, they moved toward the house looking this way & that way, watching & listening for every move & sound in case danger lay ahead. By the time they reached the house, there were four curious creatures in all, namely, Mrs. Hoppy, Jumping Jack, the ground squirrel, Mr. Green, the frog & mayor of Smallville, who lived in the pond just down from our friends & of course Freddie. </span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Freddie being a natural born leader, decided to venture further than perhaps he should, for you see, in a place that is unlike our own, strange things can happen that we're not used to, causing problems like we've never before experienced. Mrs. Hoppy, being the nervous type, decided to leave well enough alone & go back home where it would be safe, but at the urgings of the other three, she reluctantly went along with them. </span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Time passed, & as they reached the house, there loomed before them a big open door, inviting them to come in. No one was around so it seemed. The truck had left along with those strange human beings, who being so big by our little friends standards, looked like monsters by comparison. What a strange place this ways, so huge & yet so beautiful. </span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Silently, our four friends entered the house, their little hearts pounding faster than they ever had before. When they finally reached the end of the hallway, they again met another big wooden door staring them right in the face. But, there was a difference. The door was closed & there seemed to be no way to get through it . Freddie thought that maybe with his sharp teeth, just maybe he could chew through it, but Jumping Jack convinced him it would take too long. </span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"> All of a sudden the notice a light at the other end of the door. " Ah ha! " A light meant an opening, for you see, it was a swinging door which had not been completely closed, leaving a crack just wide enough for each one to squeeze through. Mayor Green was the first one through, for it was agreed upon that he being so important, should go first. Next came Mrs. Hoppy then Jumping Jack & finally Freddie. </span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Just as Freddie started through the door, a gust of wind blew through the kitchen window, causing the door to swing and catching Freddie's tail in it. "Oh my tail," he screamed. "My tail, my tail. " At the same time the door gave our little hero a bunt, sending him head over heels across the kitchen floor scaring the life out of poor Mrs. Jones, who happened to be alone in the house at the time. She had been lifting a small box of cups that were neatly wrapped to protect them, when upon seeing a mouse she screamed, throwing the box in the air & smashing them all to pieces.</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">By this time, everything was in an uproar. Mayor Green wanting to investigate further hopped up on the table & landed in an open can of thick, black molasses. Realizing what had happened, he stretched one leg at a time trying to escape the sticky mess that stuck to the bottom of his feet. It stretched like glue trying to force him to stay in its grip. With great effort & such a look of disgust at what had happened, he climbed out of the can & down to the floor, all the while leaving tiny, sticky prints behind.</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Mrs. Hoppy was so nervous & frightened that she kept looking around in hurried little glances for a way to escape, all the while crying to herself, " Oh dear me. Oh dear me. "While all this was going on, Jumping Jack was scampering in & out of the cupboards spilling flour, sugar & anything else that got in his way, out onto the floor. All of a sudden he was faced with a big bag of white beans that looked so tempting, He got so excited at his good fortune that he accidentally pushed the beans off the edge of the shelf & him along with it, causing him to land face down in the flour, which in turn sent clouds of the fine powder into the air covering everything in its path.</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Regaining his senses & looking all the while like a weird snowman, he scampered at what he thought was top speed, all the while running on the beans that lay on the floor. His little feet were moving but he seemed to be going nowhere fast as he slipped & slid, falling again & again into the mess of flour.</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #990000;">We humans are inundated with fears & superstitions. Things like walking under ladders or a bird signaling sickness or even the fear of walking though the graveyard at night. The unknown can play strange tricks on us, causing our minds to believe unnerving & frightening things. Things that could happen, if they were only real.</span></strong> </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;"><em>All reason calls it impossible, but what about when we go beyond reason? When we explore the central world of our fears? Are we justified in our belief that there's something to fear amidst the stone markers of the dead? Only a journey into the forbidden world of the grave holds the answer.</em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;"><em>I belong to the world of the living where a world of ghosts & goblins are reserved for Halloween, seances & the like. After all, I was a person dedicated to realism & to accept such fears would only go against the grain of all I believed in. It was a world were such things were unthinkable. </em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;"><em>The dead did not return, & yet, here I was standing in the middle of an old graveyard late at night. Curiosity can be a powerful element within itself. And, sometimes deadly.</em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;"><em>As I made my way through the masses of monuments honoring the dead, my eyes fell on one unusually large slab of stone. It was old. My guess was that it had been there flat across the mouth of the grave for 100 years or more.The writing on the stone was faded & time had taken its toll on the surface. " My God' I thought, ' How could anyone have moved that thing? It must have weighed 2,000 pounds. " </em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">I was about to turn away when the bell from the town clock resounded over & over until it reached the hour of evil. Little did I know that this was my appointed time. How could I have known that destiny or fate, call it what you will, had long ago in the recesses of time chosen me to be in this place, at this time? How was I to know that I was to become the sacrifice of the dead?</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><strong><em> The chimes of the massive clock faded away in the distance. I turned, preparing to go when suddenly, something stirred. Something was scraping on the ground. As I stared in disbelief, the huge marker began to move. Slowly, ever so slowly. Stone scraping against stone as if it were being opened by invisible hands. It struck me that the stone was being opened for me. And time stood still. </em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">Unspeakable fear gripped me until I felt paralyzed. I tried with every ounce of strength in my being, but I couldn't move away. Couldn't run. Couldn't make my body do what me mind was commanding it to do. Then, without warning, my feet began to shift. Not away from the grave, but down into it. I descended deeper & deeper into the abyss. There seemed to be no bottom, no end, until finally I settled on solid ground. I had been somehow carried beneath the surface by a presence of which I couldn't see or touch. I soon realized that this was a prison from which there was no return. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">I heard sounds of pitiful moaning. Moaning & anguish as only the dead can make. It echoed through the farthest resources of time. And with each moan & cry it was repeated by spirit after spirit who lived or rather existed in this place. The sounds grew until they became deafening. It blasted as thunder again & again, mimicking the pangs of eternity lost & without end.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">Screams of unrelingquished torment tore through my heart & mind until it melted the blood in my veins in which it flowed. It felt like streams of liquid fire pouring through my body. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">As I looked, in my panic stricken state, I saw flames of fire, spouting like fingers out through the cracks of the ancient stones that lined my prison. Hideously half formed faces, twisted & unnatural, looking at me with glassy eyes. Looking, & yet, not seeing. Their lingering fingers reaching out for me. Their mouths were trying to form words, but emitting only strange, garbled sounds. It was like they were trying to make contact. Trying to use me to free them from their world of agony. They were trying to lay hold of my flesh. I was theirs for the taking. I was helpless in their grasp. Their decaying flesh clung to me as I screamed in fear of becoming like them. A victim of their bondage. They were trying to make me like them & yet, trying to free themselves from their realm of doom.... their hell, if you will of no return. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">The reason for being became clear. They existed in this realm for the sole purpose of nourishing themselves by feeding off the flesh of the living. Their minds & bodies were still in the process of regeneration, & yet, half human, yet, without normal function. Half spirit, half human. Half alive & yet dead in the normal sense of the word. This life enabled them to slowly return from the dead in the form of many humans to each spirit. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">I did not belong here. I was bound with invisible chains of their lust for the living. I was to satisfy their need for being. I knew I couldn't escape. There was no escape for me. It was only a matter of time until I had to submit to their lustful desires. I was weak in mind & spirit. My will to survive, to escape was becoming theirs. I was becoming theirs & theirs alone to do with as they willed. I was alone. Alone in the world of the living dead. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">I found myself cowering on my hands & knees while they hovered over me, baiting me, waiting for my last ounce of strength to die from my body. They had beaten me with their powers of possession & I knew it. They knew I would soon be theirs to do with as they pleased. I screamed, cried & begged for mercy, but there was no mercy, no compassion. No mercy for me existed. I was swiftly coming to my end, an end for which I had been born. </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple;">My ancestry was a long one & my parents were fanatical about such things. The family albums were all part of that. The pages of the album were yellowed & cracked. Worm from time & age. They told a story of people I never knew. About places I would never see. They lay there open as a record of who I was & where I had come from. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple;">The birds sang outside the living room window as a light breeze blew gently across the meadow. And time stood still. This house, this time was a haven of refuge to me as I snuggled up on the couch, flipping through the pages. As if drawn, my eyes fell on a picture of a sweet, little old lady dressed in an old weather worn dress that fell below her feet to the ground. Her kindly eyes told of hardships & trials & yet, I could see the strength that drove her on. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><strong>Such a sweet looking soul, innocent of the trials of my day , yet heavily burdened by her own time. She looked so caring , so thoughtful & thought provoking & yet, she lived so long ago. Gone from time & place. As I looked at her, I started feeling strange inside. An uneasiness rising up inside me. It was like I was being drawn to that face. When I tried to dismiss it, & turn the page, my fingers froze as I was compelled to look at her. Her gaze held me & as much as I tried, I couldn't look away. Something in that picture was drawing me. It was a picture of something unnatural. Something from another time & place. As I looked, her eyes stared at me like a knife that cuts through you. As I stared, I could sense she was staring at me, in me, through me. It was as if the picture held a life of its own.I unwillingly held my focus on the photo, & as I did I noticed in the thin glass plate that covered the picture my reflection. </strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><strong>I stared at it horrified as the features began to take shape before me. At the same time the features of the picture were changing. Faintly at first, & then ever growing stronger with time.Then it hit me.I knew her with all her look of antiquity. Her aged face & ghostly appearance. I saw with eyes opened for the first time. It was no longer the sweet, little old lady in that picture.</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong><br />
</strong></em></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><strong></strong><span style="color: red;"><em><strong> IT WAS ME !</strong></em></span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><strong><br />
</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><strong> I was that person from so long ago. She was inhabiting & haunting my body with her very essence. She had become me with her every ounce of strength. The strength of generations who were before me. She had chosen me to provide the flesh & blood body for her return from the grave. </strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple;">Was I really alive or was I as the picture portrayed, really dead? I was becoming a prisoner of another person., another dimension, another time. I was born in the present, lived for the future & died in the distant past. I had heard of such things. Weird, unexplainable occurrences that seemed so remote & absurd to be real.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple;">I had dismissed such theories as told by those of unbalanced minds.I was logical. My world was one based on logic & common sense. I was not some freak of nature who couldn't control their destiny. I was who I was & all Hell itself wasn't about to change me. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple;">I was ceasing to exist as I knew myself. My mind no longer thought in terms of the present, but in the realms of the far distant past. No one would ever again remember me for who I was. I didn't even know who I was anymore.I was slowly loosing my identity as this unknown person invaded my body, my mind & my very soul, taking possession of every fiber of my being. </span></strong><strong><span style="color: purple;">I was so scared of loosing my identity, of becoming this other person, someone I never knew. Someone, no one in this life knew. My family wouldn't recognize me for I was quickly aging with the appearance of an old woman who no longer existed. Her body was long dead & I was to become her final resting place. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple;">I no longer saw things in the present, but as it were in her day. Even my speech & understanding were beginning to change. I was not the same person. It was not me. I wept uncontrollably as I tried to fight off the power that was swiftly over taking me. I had no strength left. I was weak as all my human strength sifted from my young body to the body of this old woman. I was quickly dying from myself to become this other person. I tried to reason. Tried to think, but all my thoughts were confusing as the two minds blended together into one. It wasn't possible & yet, & yet, here I was alive & breathing as the change over powered me, just like I had lived 100 years ago. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple;">Was I in reality just an image with no physical life or being of my own, or was this whole experience total insanity? I couldn't tell the difference anymore. I had no control. I had no way of knowing who I was or even why I was. My mind reeled with confusion. I couldn't rationalize & yet, I must before I lost all control to this entity. I screamed in utter despair as I felt myself slipping away. I was lost, helpless & beyond return. </span></strong><strong><span style="color: purple;">My spirit was being carried away by an unseen force . Away against my will. I was forced to submit to this unnatural, unholy presence.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple;">As I approached my destination of transfer, I beheld a gravestone & a name appeared, dimly at first, but the closer I got the clearer it became. I gasped in horror, for there on the marker of death from so long ago was<span style="color: red;"><em> MY NAME</em></span>. </span><span style="color: purple;">I was buried there. I had lived & died & been buried in that forgotten plot so very long ago. I had lived a life in the present, believing to be flesh & blood, capable of living, of loving & being loved. I wasn't real anymore. I no longer existed. My body & soul now belonged to that which is unnatural, to those from the dead.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple;">Spirits return step by step, a little at a time to achieve their goals. First in photographic images, then in conversations to the living. Then, their presence is felt as a chill, a voice calling your name, a thought & then, when you least expect them as an embodied presence, not always of their own, but by possession of those they choose. we have no choice.As the saying goes, " As long as you're remembered, you're not really dead.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple;">You may say, " How could this be? In reality, you lived so long ago. How could you be relating this story?" We spirits of the past have a way of making our presence known. You be the judge.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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