I read an article a few minutes ago that set my blood to boiling. Granted...it was a year or so old so I pray someone has come to their senses since it was written...but I doubt it.
This article concerned the fact that the SyFy show "Ghost Hunters" had been denied access to an abandoned mental hospital in Connecticut. The committee denying access stated, and I'm paraphrasing, that they wished the "dark past" of the hospital to be forgotten as they had plans for the remaining buildings. They wish to transform what's left into, I believe, a municipal complex and other businesses/offices.
Wtf????? Seriously?????
Now...I'm not saying that an area that has witnessed horrors, like this place has claimed to, can't have a thriving future. No.....I'm not saying that at all. What I am saying is you can't put a band-aid on a bullet wound and expect it to heal properly.
Anyone who has ever spent any time in a location fraught with violence, sickness, disease and emotional turmoil knows there is a residue left...an energy. If there are instances where the degradation and mistreatment of people have been perpetrated by those who were supposed to help them then the situation worsens. Those souls who depended on authority figures to give permission for the most basic of human functions will not likely leave simply because the place is abandoned. No...they will stay. They will stay and re-live the horrors meant to "cure" them.
I understand not wanting attention brought to such a dark and violent past. I really do. What I don't understand is the complete and total ignorance to the possible outcome of ignoring it. I don't understand why anyone would wish another person to work, or spend time, in a place where events such as these have happened without doing anything to help the souls who are still there....too afraid to leave. Don't want it televized? Fine. But at least allow people in there who truly want to bring peace to those left behind and closure, if possible, to a moment in time that never should have happened in the first place.
For those who don't believe that spirits of previous mental patients may still walk the halls of Fairfield Hills....that's ok. You don't have to. But you lose nothing in trying to help them.
My sincerest wish is that those in charge see this blog. That they consider, for even a moment, the possibility I'm right. That they allow people in there to help. If I'm wrong....you've lost nothing but a few days. If I'm right....you've saved yourself from the headaches that are sure to come your way if the situation remains ignored.
Trust me...your future employees will thank you.
Blessed Be )O(
Monday, February 29, 2016
Saturday, February 27, 2016
I'll take "Fate" for $300...
I was musing today about the funny quirks of life and how much, or little, control we have over our own destiny. A strange train of thought, to be sure, but one I think bodes a closer look sometimes.
I started thinking about my life, in particular, because a coworker told me how proud she was of me. How it was inspiring what I have accomplished against the odds I was dealt. She said..." You could have went a whole other way...". I knew what she meant, too.
It's true. I could have laid down and let life beat me when I thought I had nothing left to fight with. I'm so glad I didn't. But I'm not giving myself too much credit on that. No.....and here's why....
I believe it was fate, to a certain extent. I know it's taken some pretty big balls to get over my obstacles but just getting over them wasn't enough. I was being tested.
Yes....I said it. Tested.
We all are, I think. To see which road fate will lead us down based on how we handle what's thrown at us. Think about that for a minute.....think of all the things you can come face to face with in your life. Every experience that is meant to shape you.
From failed marriage, to lost loves. The death of unborn children, to betrayal of friendship and heart. To be put in the path of people so vile that, to you, they seem to be soulless. Greed, lies, manipulation. To be tested constantly on how much you can take and how serenely you can rise above it. I know we have all been in these situations in one way or another. Does it not make sense that it is all to propel us towards something better?
Even the timing of events seem to be steered by a hand other than our own. How the worst situations can bring you into the fold of the best, and most valued, of friendships. How you can reunite with souls from your past that are meant to travel with you, and guide you, on your journey. Tis truly a gift...this game of life. One that I intend to cherish. Whatever lesson it throws my way. I only wish the same for us all.
Blessed Be )O(
I started thinking about my life, in particular, because a coworker told me how proud she was of me. How it was inspiring what I have accomplished against the odds I was dealt. She said..." You could have went a whole other way...". I knew what she meant, too.
It's true. I could have laid down and let life beat me when I thought I had nothing left to fight with. I'm so glad I didn't. But I'm not giving myself too much credit on that. No.....and here's why....
I believe it was fate, to a certain extent. I know it's taken some pretty big balls to get over my obstacles but just getting over them wasn't enough. I was being tested.
Yes....I said it. Tested.
We all are, I think. To see which road fate will lead us down based on how we handle what's thrown at us. Think about that for a minute.....think of all the things you can come face to face with in your life. Every experience that is meant to shape you.
From failed marriage, to lost loves. The death of unborn children, to betrayal of friendship and heart. To be put in the path of people so vile that, to you, they seem to be soulless. Greed, lies, manipulation. To be tested constantly on how much you can take and how serenely you can rise above it. I know we have all been in these situations in one way or another. Does it not make sense that it is all to propel us towards something better?
Even the timing of events seem to be steered by a hand other than our own. How the worst situations can bring you into the fold of the best, and most valued, of friendships. How you can reunite with souls from your past that are meant to travel with you, and guide you, on your journey. Tis truly a gift...this game of life. One that I intend to cherish. Whatever lesson it throws my way. I only wish the same for us all.
Blessed Be )O(
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Swan dive off "The Edge..."
Coming up with blog topics isn't always easy. Lol. I guess that's why I'm so sporadic when it comes to writing them. I just write what I feel or about a topic that has been on my twitter feed.
This one is a little different. I'm not too terribly big into "self-promotion" but I'm gonna give it a go for just a minute.
A couple months ago my friend, and publisher, Mike Ricksecker and I started a new venture. We started our radio show "Edge of the Rabbit Hole" on LiveParanormal.com. I must say I was scared shitless to do it. In all honesty, if I had to do it all by myself I probably wouldn't. True story.
However, going out on this limb with a friend made it a lot easier and a ton more fun for me. It has enabled me to meet, and interview, people I may never have gotten the chance to otherwise. So far we've been blessed to have, as guests, Dave Spinks, David Weatherly, Marla Brooks, Robbie Thomas and Rob Gutro. All amazing guest who made this a wonderful experience for me...and prepared me for our next guest on March 8th...Mr. Dustin Pari!!! Yeppers...that's right folks. I am so excited for this interview! I hope he's ready for my list of questions! 😉
Please be sure to give us a listen and feel free to jump in the chat room, as well. We discuss all things paranormal and occult throughout history. We fully expect to delve deeper into the mysteries that surround us than anyone before...and we sincerely wish you to join us.
Don't forget...every other Tuesday at 9pm Eastern with the next show being March 8th...special guest Mr. Dustin Pari on LiveParanormal. Com "Edge of the Rabbit Hole".
Love y'all!!! Blessed Be )O(
This one is a little different. I'm not too terribly big into "self-promotion" but I'm gonna give it a go for just a minute.
A couple months ago my friend, and publisher, Mike Ricksecker and I started a new venture. We started our radio show "Edge of the Rabbit Hole" on LiveParanormal.com. I must say I was scared shitless to do it. In all honesty, if I had to do it all by myself I probably wouldn't. True story.
However, going out on this limb with a friend made it a lot easier and a ton more fun for me. It has enabled me to meet, and interview, people I may never have gotten the chance to otherwise. So far we've been blessed to have, as guests, Dave Spinks, David Weatherly, Marla Brooks, Robbie Thomas and Rob Gutro. All amazing guest who made this a wonderful experience for me...and prepared me for our next guest on March 8th...Mr. Dustin Pari!!! Yeppers...that's right folks. I am so excited for this interview! I hope he's ready for my list of questions! 😉
Please be sure to give us a listen and feel free to jump in the chat room, as well. We discuss all things paranormal and occult throughout history. We fully expect to delve deeper into the mysteries that surround us than anyone before...and we sincerely wish you to join us.
Don't forget...every other Tuesday at 9pm Eastern with the next show being March 8th...special guest Mr. Dustin Pari on LiveParanormal. Com "Edge of the Rabbit Hole".
Love y'all!!! Blessed Be )O(
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Whatcha lookin at?
I've ran across a couple of post in the last few days discussing what is evidence of the paranormal and what isn't. These are very good...and very hard to answer....questions.
The most discussed is orbs. Are they real? How can you tell? Do you have proof?
Well, kiddos, as usual I'm gonna hit ya straight from the hip with a good, solid, well thought out answer.
I don't know.
Yes, you heard it right here from the horses mouth. I do not know. I can tell you what I have witnessed myself. I can tell you of my experience with this "taboo" evidence and you can draw your own conclusions.
As most investigators, I have also come across my share of orbs...*cough*...(dust) while on investigation and upon viewing the evidence later. I have seen many pics that show transparent balls in all sizes...all with a little pin prick of density directly in the center. It IS my belief that these are dust particles caught on film. I've tested this myself and found that these images can be very misleading. That having been said, I have found that images can be caught that appear to be lit from within and have, what seems to be, a more solid core. Less transparent. These can vary in color and shape, as well. If you capture anything in this category, and it is accompanied by other evidence, it is likely that your claim of an orb may be correct.
There are other anomalies that can be caught, as well. Such as flashing lights, mist and shadows. Unfortunately, these are extremely easy to fake in a still shot. Less easy if they are in color and show movement, but it can be done. If there is ever a question, when viewing a photo, make sure that the original is available for viewing so that the background can be verified. It is entirely too easy to blow out a candle and call it proof. Just food for thought!!
Blessed Be )O(
The most discussed is orbs. Are they real? How can you tell? Do you have proof?
Well, kiddos, as usual I'm gonna hit ya straight from the hip with a good, solid, well thought out answer.
I don't know.
Yes, you heard it right here from the horses mouth. I do not know. I can tell you what I have witnessed myself. I can tell you of my experience with this "taboo" evidence and you can draw your own conclusions.
As most investigators, I have also come across my share of orbs...*cough*...(dust) while on investigation and upon viewing the evidence later. I have seen many pics that show transparent balls in all sizes...all with a little pin prick of density directly in the center. It IS my belief that these are dust particles caught on film. I've tested this myself and found that these images can be very misleading. That having been said, I have found that images can be caught that appear to be lit from within and have, what seems to be, a more solid core. Less transparent. These can vary in color and shape, as well. If you capture anything in this category, and it is accompanied by other evidence, it is likely that your claim of an orb may be correct.
There are other anomalies that can be caught, as well. Such as flashing lights, mist and shadows. Unfortunately, these are extremely easy to fake in a still shot. Less easy if they are in color and show movement, but it can be done. If there is ever a question, when viewing a photo, make sure that the original is available for viewing so that the background can be verified. It is entirely too easy to blow out a candle and call it proof. Just food for thought!!
Blessed Be )O(
Friday, February 19, 2016
Underwater BB Stacking....
Alright, kiddos...brace yourself cause I'm feeling feisty. I've had a shit week and am not caring too much how I am perceived at the moment.
It has come to my attention that there is a rumor going around that there are "EXPERTS" in this field. Go ahead...have a chuckle...you know I did.
Let's set the record straight. The paranormal, as of right now...this moment, is not science. Yes....teams/individuals use equipment. Yes...this is used to gatherevidence/proof. Yes...sometimes it works. HOWEVER...it is not an exact science.
Sure...you can get a degree in "parapsychology" online for $45 and it looks real impressive when it's framed. But it is only a piece of paper. A real parapsychology degree can only be obtained once you have a PHD in another scientific field. Then...and only then can this happen. Now...for those who are interested in the subject you need to know the definition is (paraphrased....pun intended) the study of paranormal phenomenon such as clairvoyance, telekinesis and the like. It is not...I repeat NOT...a degree that involves ghost hunting.
My reasons for posting this is because there are a whole lot of people out there putting big stock in a degree that means as much as one in under water BB stacking.
A couple of my good friends got screwed out of credit for their hard work because an individual used their, and many other teams, evidence to substantiate his claim of being haunted...but chose the team with the "fanciest credentials" to give credit too.
Now...I'm not blaming that particular team. They had no control over how he submitted the evidence to the news station. They had no control over what he said in the interview, either. This is not about them. What it IS about is the publics misconception about what makes you an authority in matters such as these.
As for the homeowners who conduct themselves in a similar manner and cherry pick how they want someone else's evidence to be shown....be warned. The paranormal community has a long memory. And they talk. A lot.
They do not lie down and take it when they get cheated. Just saying.
As for those teams who find themselves in a similar situation...protect yourself. Client contracts, both paper and video confirmation of intentions. In this day and age it isn't only teams looking for fame...it's everyday Joes, too.
Just food for thought, peeps!
Blessed Be )O(
It has come to my attention that there is a rumor going around that there are "EXPERTS" in this field. Go ahead...have a chuckle...you know I did.
Let's set the record straight. The paranormal, as of right now...this moment, is not science. Yes....teams/individuals use equipment. Yes...this is used to gatherevidence/proof. Yes...sometimes it works. HOWEVER...it is not an exact science.
Sure...you can get a degree in "parapsychology" online for $45 and it looks real impressive when it's framed. But it is only a piece of paper. A real parapsychology degree can only be obtained once you have a PHD in another scientific field. Then...and only then can this happen. Now...for those who are interested in the subject you need to know the definition is (paraphrased....pun intended) the study of paranormal phenomenon such as clairvoyance, telekinesis and the like. It is not...I repeat NOT...a degree that involves ghost hunting.
My reasons for posting this is because there are a whole lot of people out there putting big stock in a degree that means as much as one in under water BB stacking.
A couple of my good friends got screwed out of credit for their hard work because an individual used their, and many other teams, evidence to substantiate his claim of being haunted...but chose the team with the "fanciest credentials" to give credit too.
Now...I'm not blaming that particular team. They had no control over how he submitted the evidence to the news station. They had no control over what he said in the interview, either. This is not about them. What it IS about is the publics misconception about what makes you an authority in matters such as these.
As for the homeowners who conduct themselves in a similar manner and cherry pick how they want someone else's evidence to be shown....be warned. The paranormal community has a long memory. And they talk. A lot.
They do not lie down and take it when they get cheated. Just saying.
As for those teams who find themselves in a similar situation...protect yourself. Client contracts, both paper and video confirmation of intentions. In this day and age it isn't only teams looking for fame...it's everyday Joes, too.
Just food for thought, peeps!
Blessed Be )O(
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
A Necessary Reminder...
I had one of those moments today that brought everything into perspective. An epiphany, if you will, that was both humbling and appreciated.
I met someone. A woman who started talking to me about the paranormal field. She began to tell me of her family members experiences and of the step-dauhter she never got the chance to meet.
I could see the child clearly in my mind and took the risk of telling her what I saw. The only information I had to go on, from the woman, was that the child was 17 months old when she was murdered.
Please...take a moment to digest what I just said. It took me a minute, too.
I could feel a small portion of what the child had went through. I could feel the pressure of hands on her chest. I could see her beautiful, dark complexioned, face smiling at me even though she was dying.
I told her what I felt. I described the child to her, mixed race and all. I drew her a picture showing long eyelashes and little pigtails. I also told her it was unintentional. Yes, she was murdered, but it was unintentional.
She sat there, nodding her head, confirming everything I said. Right down to the fact that the child's biological mother was completely wacked out on drugs when she drowned the little girl in the bathtub.
Please keep in mind I had just met this woman. This white woman. I knew nothing of her personal life prior to this. Also, keep in mind, this is NOT a blog where I am looking for praise or kudos for a gift I never asked for.
No.
This is a "wake up" blog for anyone in the paranormal field who only cares about fame, recognition and notoriety. People, please...I beg you, if that is all you are after reconsider. Become an actor if you want to be on TV that bad. I am here to tell you that no amount of fame will EVER replace the look on someone's face when they know their loved one is happy and at peace.
For those who alter/fake/manipulate/distort evidence in order to move their name/team along...well...I feel incredibly sorry for you. You will probably never understand the importance of truth when it comes to giving a family hope or closure.
Please, if you find yourself in a position where you have to fabricate evidence in order to please the masses, think of this little girl. I know I will...for the rest of my life.
Blessed Be )O(
I met someone. A woman who started talking to me about the paranormal field. She began to tell me of her family members experiences and of the step-dauhter she never got the chance to meet.
I could see the child clearly in my mind and took the risk of telling her what I saw. The only information I had to go on, from the woman, was that the child was 17 months old when she was murdered.
Please...take a moment to digest what I just said. It took me a minute, too.
I could feel a small portion of what the child had went through. I could feel the pressure of hands on her chest. I could see her beautiful, dark complexioned, face smiling at me even though she was dying.
I told her what I felt. I described the child to her, mixed race and all. I drew her a picture showing long eyelashes and little pigtails. I also told her it was unintentional. Yes, she was murdered, but it was unintentional.
She sat there, nodding her head, confirming everything I said. Right down to the fact that the child's biological mother was completely wacked out on drugs when she drowned the little girl in the bathtub.
Please keep in mind I had just met this woman. This white woman. I knew nothing of her personal life prior to this. Also, keep in mind, this is NOT a blog where I am looking for praise or kudos for a gift I never asked for.
No.
This is a "wake up" blog for anyone in the paranormal field who only cares about fame, recognition and notoriety. People, please...I beg you, if that is all you are after reconsider. Become an actor if you want to be on TV that bad. I am here to tell you that no amount of fame will EVER replace the look on someone's face when they know their loved one is happy and at peace.
For those who alter/fake/manipulate/distort evidence in order to move their name/team along...well...I feel incredibly sorry for you. You will probably never understand the importance of truth when it comes to giving a family hope or closure.
Please, if you find yourself in a position where you have to fabricate evidence in order to please the masses, think of this little girl. I know I will...for the rest of my life.
Blessed Be )O(
Monday, February 15, 2016
We'll meet again...
There was a discussion on twitter the other day. A paranormal site brought up the conversation about whether or not loved ones meet up after death.
I will admit I refrained from posting much on this particular thread. Not because I don't have strong beliefs on the subject, but because I do...and I didn't want to intrude on the more religious point of views being displayed.
I do, however, feel free to speak here as this is my domain and can say what I wish without fear of offending too many people. By now most of my viewers know how I roll and can guess on what they're getting themselves into. Lol.
I do believe that loved ones meet up after death, but I don't necessarily believe it has to do with coming back to guide the newly deceased loved one to heaven. Nor do I believe that spirits left behind are demons or lost souls in purgatory.
I believe that people who have passed can come and go as they please, from whatever realm they choose to reside in after death. I believe when we are no longer able to contact a spirit, one who has been quite vocal in the past, it may be because they have reincarnated. Just one of the options, yes, but a valid one.
I may sound kind of out there for some folks, but let's face it. None of us know for certain. There is no hard evidence that hell, heaven, purgatory or any of that exist. There just isn't. I've been communicating with spirits most of my life and have yet to have one speak of any of those places. Does that mean I'm right?
Nope...it sure doesn't. Not even a little bit.
What it does mean is that, for those of us interested in the paranormal, it may behoove us to keep an open mind not clouded by religious views. People were coming into this world, and leaving it, long before the written word of man. Communication with spirits is a practice as old as humans, themselves. In our quest to find the answers we seek we need to be armed with best equipment available.
An open mind and an understanding heart.
Blessed Be )O(
I will admit I refrained from posting much on this particular thread. Not because I don't have strong beliefs on the subject, but because I do...and I didn't want to intrude on the more religious point of views being displayed.
I do, however, feel free to speak here as this is my domain and can say what I wish without fear of offending too many people. By now most of my viewers know how I roll and can guess on what they're getting themselves into. Lol.
I do believe that loved ones meet up after death, but I don't necessarily believe it has to do with coming back to guide the newly deceased loved one to heaven. Nor do I believe that spirits left behind are demons or lost souls in purgatory.
I believe that people who have passed can come and go as they please, from whatever realm they choose to reside in after death. I believe when we are no longer able to contact a spirit, one who has been quite vocal in the past, it may be because they have reincarnated. Just one of the options, yes, but a valid one.
I may sound kind of out there for some folks, but let's face it. None of us know for certain. There is no hard evidence that hell, heaven, purgatory or any of that exist. There just isn't. I've been communicating with spirits most of my life and have yet to have one speak of any of those places. Does that mean I'm right?
Nope...it sure doesn't. Not even a little bit.
What it does mean is that, for those of us interested in the paranormal, it may behoove us to keep an open mind not clouded by religious views. People were coming into this world, and leaving it, long before the written word of man. Communication with spirits is a practice as old as humans, themselves. In our quest to find the answers we seek we need to be armed with best equipment available.
An open mind and an understanding heart.
Blessed Be )O(
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Sneak attack
I was wondering, the other day, how many people have experienced this....
Gimme a minute. I'm trying to figure out the best way to explain it. Oy vey...what the hell. I've sounded crazy before. What's one more time amongst friends, right? Right.
Have y'all ever felt, and seen in your head, a spirit come up behind you very fast? Almost in attack mode? Only to disappear completely when you turn around?
Now...I don't mean when you are investigating. That would make sense so not really worthy of discussion. At least not this kind. No...I mean while you're walking to your car, or in the grocery store, or at work. Creepy, huh? It has been happening ALOT lately. Kinda freaking me out, if I'm being honest.
Something else has been happening, too. Something I've not told ANYONE about. I have begun to get visions like I've never gotten before. Not of the dead or incidents doomed to happen. The visions I've gotten lately are much more disturbing. I can only describe them as glimpses into ones soul. Kinda like an image buster, if you will. Like I'm "seeing" the deepest, darkest, secrets one has to hide. Violent tendencies. Fears. Insecurities. It is quite disturbing. This is something new and I'm honestly not quite sure how to deal with it.
I have not told the people, for whom I've have seen this, about it. I just can't. No worries to those close in my circle...I do not speak of any of you. I promise I would discuss it, privately, with you.
If anyone has an idea of what this is, I'm all ears. Or suggestions on how to handle it, feel free to comment. This is a first for me and I'm stumped.
Blessed Be )O(
Gimme a minute. I'm trying to figure out the best way to explain it. Oy vey...what the hell. I've sounded crazy before. What's one more time amongst friends, right? Right.
Have y'all ever felt, and seen in your head, a spirit come up behind you very fast? Almost in attack mode? Only to disappear completely when you turn around?
Now...I don't mean when you are investigating. That would make sense so not really worthy of discussion. At least not this kind. No...I mean while you're walking to your car, or in the grocery store, or at work. Creepy, huh? It has been happening ALOT lately. Kinda freaking me out, if I'm being honest.
Something else has been happening, too. Something I've not told ANYONE about. I have begun to get visions like I've never gotten before. Not of the dead or incidents doomed to happen. The visions I've gotten lately are much more disturbing. I can only describe them as glimpses into ones soul. Kinda like an image buster, if you will. Like I'm "seeing" the deepest, darkest, secrets one has to hide. Violent tendencies. Fears. Insecurities. It is quite disturbing. This is something new and I'm honestly not quite sure how to deal with it.
I have not told the people, for whom I've have seen this, about it. I just can't. No worries to those close in my circle...I do not speak of any of you. I promise I would discuss it, privately, with you.
If anyone has an idea of what this is, I'm all ears. Or suggestions on how to handle it, feel free to comment. This is a first for me and I'm stumped.
Blessed Be )O(
Thursday, February 11, 2016
A Few Good Tweeters....
I'm sure those of you who follow me and my friends on twitter may have noticed that today got a little rambunctious. True...true...can't deny it. Wait...that's not right...
I WON'T DENY IT. There is a difference.
Recently a new "tweeter" joined our ranks. Posting beautiful pictures right along with a child-like desperation for fame. Kind of a "check me out and tell me I'm fabulous" need that permeated the internet atmosphere. Yeah...you could smell it. Wanna guess what the scent was? Awwww....kiddos...you make momma proud!!! That's right! It was the seeping scent of bullshit.
Harsh words from a sweet southern gal like me? Nah...just the truth, folks. Plain and simple. You see, we have ALL noticed a slew of fake accounts over the last little bit. Ones that appear out of nowhere but have one thing in common. Who they follow and the fact that they are strewn with stolen photos. Well....you can imagine our outrage when one of us (hi Kimber!!!) recognized the photography and knew it didn't belong to the one claiming it. So...after a few seconds of hard thinking it was decided that the person who had been targeted by this thief should be notified.
And as I will it, so mote it be.
Thankfully this person was receptive enough to check out the claims and see it for herself. And now all is right with the world. Well...at least twitter world. Lol.
A word to the wise...if you have ANY brains in your head, use them. Realize that social media is where artist, such as myself and others, promote their work. It's where fans appreciate and share our work. You WILL be caught if you try to pass it off as your own. It's called copyright infringement and it's against the law. If you can't understand that maybe you can understand this...
If you are going to try it, you may want to NOT post headless pics in lingerie of yourself right along with it. Especially if you have posted the same pics WITH the heads on other social media sights that include your real name. Just sayin....
Blessed Be )O(
I WON'T DENY IT. There is a difference.
Recently a new "tweeter" joined our ranks. Posting beautiful pictures right along with a child-like desperation for fame. Kind of a "check me out and tell me I'm fabulous" need that permeated the internet atmosphere. Yeah...you could smell it. Wanna guess what the scent was? Awwww....kiddos...you make momma proud!!! That's right! It was the seeping scent of bullshit.
Harsh words from a sweet southern gal like me? Nah...just the truth, folks. Plain and simple. You see, we have ALL noticed a slew of fake accounts over the last little bit. Ones that appear out of nowhere but have one thing in common. Who they follow and the fact that they are strewn with stolen photos. Well....you can imagine our outrage when one of us (hi Kimber!!!) recognized the photography and knew it didn't belong to the one claiming it. So...after a few seconds of hard thinking it was decided that the person who had been targeted by this thief should be notified.
And as I will it, so mote it be.
Thankfully this person was receptive enough to check out the claims and see it for herself. And now all is right with the world. Well...at least twitter world. Lol.
A word to the wise...if you have ANY brains in your head, use them. Realize that social media is where artist, such as myself and others, promote their work. It's where fans appreciate and share our work. You WILL be caught if you try to pass it off as your own. It's called copyright infringement and it's against the law. If you can't understand that maybe you can understand this...
If you are going to try it, you may want to NOT post headless pics in lingerie of yourself right along with it. Especially if you have posted the same pics WITH the heads on other social media sights that include your real name. Just sayin....
Blessed Be )O(
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Burn me not...
Some of the best ideas are born of leisurely chats with friends. One such event happened today as my earth sisters and I were discussing medieval torture. Odd? Yes....for us?
No. Lol. Anyone who knows us well would agree. Trust me...
The topic steered toward the treatment of witches. How they were persecuted, unnecessarily, and tortured, brutally. We discussed one of the many reasons behind this particular treatment. It's told that the reason witches were executed as they were, ie; burned, drowned, hung, etc...was because the church forbade the spilling of blood.
Ha! Really? The thought process astounds me. How anyone could think that because blood wasn't spilled that exonerated them on cold blooded murder is beyond me. It's disgusting, for lack of a better word.
It made us wonder. What would happen if the same logic was applied today? Would they be successfull in their attempts to "purify" the world by ridding it of our kind? I bet you can guess my answer...lol...
Hellz no, they wouldn't.
You see...we have something our ancestors did not. We have a voice. Not just the voice of a few in a village sorely outnumbered by the "do as I say not as I do" crowd. No sir...
Our voice carries over the seas, deep into the mountains. It breaches stateliness and country borders. It knows no time clock.
We are kindred, my brothers and sisters of the earth. We speak for each other when one is weak. We commune in ways no man can infiltrate. We share in ritual and guidance. Love and silence. Earth shaking shouts and joyous laughter.
And we watch.
We pay attention to those who wish us ill. We take note. We gather in numbers, daily. Never again to be burned and banished. We are strong in spirit, soul and love....but we are not cowards. We learned from the treatment of those who came before us. We may not pray in the same way the rest of the world does but that does not mean we are without faith. In fact, we are strong with it. Strong in the knowledge that what transpired so many years ago will never happen again. You know why?
Because we are the descendants of the witches you couldn't burn...
Blessed Be )O(
No. Lol. Anyone who knows us well would agree. Trust me...
The topic steered toward the treatment of witches. How they were persecuted, unnecessarily, and tortured, brutally. We discussed one of the many reasons behind this particular treatment. It's told that the reason witches were executed as they were, ie; burned, drowned, hung, etc...was because the church forbade the spilling of blood.
Ha! Really? The thought process astounds me. How anyone could think that because blood wasn't spilled that exonerated them on cold blooded murder is beyond me. It's disgusting, for lack of a better word.
It made us wonder. What would happen if the same logic was applied today? Would they be successfull in their attempts to "purify" the world by ridding it of our kind? I bet you can guess my answer...lol...
Hellz no, they wouldn't.
You see...we have something our ancestors did not. We have a voice. Not just the voice of a few in a village sorely outnumbered by the "do as I say not as I do" crowd. No sir...
Our voice carries over the seas, deep into the mountains. It breaches stateliness and country borders. It knows no time clock.
We are kindred, my brothers and sisters of the earth. We speak for each other when one is weak. We commune in ways no man can infiltrate. We share in ritual and guidance. Love and silence. Earth shaking shouts and joyous laughter.
And we watch.
We pay attention to those who wish us ill. We take note. We gather in numbers, daily. Never again to be burned and banished. We are strong in spirit, soul and love....but we are not cowards. We learned from the treatment of those who came before us. We may not pray in the same way the rest of the world does but that does not mean we are without faith. In fact, we are strong with it. Strong in the knowledge that what transpired so many years ago will never happen again. You know why?
Because we are the descendants of the witches you couldn't burn...
Blessed Be )O(
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Explicit Content...
I would normally write something paranormal on my evening of "me" time...but I just can't today. No, something happened that I feel is far more important and I'm going to discuss that instead.
You see, a dear friend came to me today. She had bruises all over her. Areas swollen the size of lemons covered her arms.
Defensive wounds. Gotten from doing her best to block her face. I was so unbelievably angry inside, but I had to keep my cool. She didn't need me to be angry....she needed to GET angry.
Yes. You heard me right. She needed to get fucking pissed! I came to that realization not too long ago. I passed that onto her and I'm going to pass it along to you.
Now...before all the men who read my blog get the idea this is going to be "man bashing" hour...let me clear something up. There are just as many abusive women, both verbally and physically, in this world. I've seen it myself. You just don't hear about it, as much, because (I assume) men are too embarrassed to talk about it. Trust me...it exist.
First and foremost... NO ONE has a right to lay hands on you unless out of self defense. PERIOD. END OF STORY. Any man who sees his woman as an outlet for his anger is the biggest coward on the planet. You could be 6'5, 300 lbs...but if you beat on a woman you're a pussy. Yep...there it is...I said it. Want a piece of me for speaking out about it, lets go tough guy. Same goes for verbal abuse or the random throwing of inanimate objects. Grow the fuck up and deal with your problems like a real man. Trust me, there are some out there...take a lesson.
As for the women who believe they can hit their man, throw things at their man, talk down to their man....you're bitches. Stop it. You're making life harder for the rest of us. As far as I'm concerned any woman who wants to beat on someone then scream "I'm a girl you can't hit me" needs to have her "real woman" card revoked. Damn straight I said that. Deal.
It boils down to this, people. YOU have to decide your life is worth something. YOU have to decide you have a purpose here. YOU have to LOVE YOURSELF whether another person does or not. At the end of life only one body fits in a coffin. You can't take anything with you. This includes someone else's bullshit and baggage. So why the hell would you wanna lug that stuff around while you're still alive?
FINAL WORD: If you had to write out your own eulogy which version do you want?
1) Here he/she lays. Damn he/she could take a punch...
OR
2) he/she slipped away peacefully. The picture of inner strength to the very end.
Sounds corny, I know...but think about it. Whe may not have a choice on how we enter this world but we sure as hell have a choice on how we reside in it and leave it.
Blessed Be )O(
You see, a dear friend came to me today. She had bruises all over her. Areas swollen the size of lemons covered her arms.
Defensive wounds. Gotten from doing her best to block her face. I was so unbelievably angry inside, but I had to keep my cool. She didn't need me to be angry....she needed to GET angry.
Yes. You heard me right. She needed to get fucking pissed! I came to that realization not too long ago. I passed that onto her and I'm going to pass it along to you.
Now...before all the men who read my blog get the idea this is going to be "man bashing" hour...let me clear something up. There are just as many abusive women, both verbally and physically, in this world. I've seen it myself. You just don't hear about it, as much, because (I assume) men are too embarrassed to talk about it. Trust me...it exist.
First and foremost... NO ONE has a right to lay hands on you unless out of self defense. PERIOD. END OF STORY. Any man who sees his woman as an outlet for his anger is the biggest coward on the planet. You could be 6'5, 300 lbs...but if you beat on a woman you're a pussy. Yep...there it is...I said it. Want a piece of me for speaking out about it, lets go tough guy. Same goes for verbal abuse or the random throwing of inanimate objects. Grow the fuck up and deal with your problems like a real man. Trust me, there are some out there...take a lesson.
As for the women who believe they can hit their man, throw things at their man, talk down to their man....you're bitches. Stop it. You're making life harder for the rest of us. As far as I'm concerned any woman who wants to beat on someone then scream "I'm a girl you can't hit me" needs to have her "real woman" card revoked. Damn straight I said that. Deal.
It boils down to this, people. YOU have to decide your life is worth something. YOU have to decide you have a purpose here. YOU have to LOVE YOURSELF whether another person does or not. At the end of life only one body fits in a coffin. You can't take anything with you. This includes someone else's bullshit and baggage. So why the hell would you wanna lug that stuff around while you're still alive?
FINAL WORD: If you had to write out your own eulogy which version do you want?
1) Here he/she lays. Damn he/she could take a punch...
OR
2) he/she slipped away peacefully. The picture of inner strength to the very end.
Sounds corny, I know...but think about it. Whe may not have a choice on how we enter this world but we sure as hell have a choice on how we reside in it and leave it.
Blessed Be )O(
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Foe of my dreams...
I've wondered, lately, how many of us have had "visitations" during sleep that we carry with us through the day? Something that feels far more real than a dream. Something that molds us for hours, if not days, to come. I've had these experiences for a while now and am beginning to wonder what it all means.
I can't speak, yet, of everything that has happened but I will share what I can. I was able to put more pieces of the puzzle together today, with a friend, and I came to realize this has been going on longer than I thought. What started out as a faceless person ages ago has evolved into my enemy showing me their face and daring me to fight them.
That's right...my enemy. Spiritually and emotionally. The faceless tormenter of my youth has watched me grow. Has seen my failings and my fears. Has mocked me and taken joy in my cowardice.
Now that's changed. Over the last year I have begun to accept myself. I've grabbed life by the balls and gave it a tug. Damn straight...I showed it who's boss. I'm no longer a weakling who hides in the shadows. A girl afraid of her own power. No sir...I own that shit now.
And so he changed. He showed his true self. A gentle older man, at first. Curious of me...but only watched from a distance. He came to a friend through a reading. Spouting words of concern and fatherly love. Then he attacked, this foe of mine, when I was most vulnerable.... Sleep. Damn him for that. There are others, too, he wishes to harm...but this I will keep to myself. They know...you shall not.
I beat him once and I will again, now that things have become much more clear to me. I've finally learned that true courage has little to do with how tough you are. It really doesn't. Courage is facing your enemy and saying, "you might kill me...but I'm going to make it the worst experience you've ever had."
That's how I'm looking at this from now on. In life or death. In dreams or awake. Past or future foe. True...they might beat me...but they sure as hell ain't gonna enjoy it.
Blessed Be )O(
I can't speak, yet, of everything that has happened but I will share what I can. I was able to put more pieces of the puzzle together today, with a friend, and I came to realize this has been going on longer than I thought. What started out as a faceless person ages ago has evolved into my enemy showing me their face and daring me to fight them.
That's right...my enemy. Spiritually and emotionally. The faceless tormenter of my youth has watched me grow. Has seen my failings and my fears. Has mocked me and taken joy in my cowardice.
Now that's changed. Over the last year I have begun to accept myself. I've grabbed life by the balls and gave it a tug. Damn straight...I showed it who's boss. I'm no longer a weakling who hides in the shadows. A girl afraid of her own power. No sir...I own that shit now.
And so he changed. He showed his true self. A gentle older man, at first. Curious of me...but only watched from a distance. He came to a friend through a reading. Spouting words of concern and fatherly love. Then he attacked, this foe of mine, when I was most vulnerable.... Sleep. Damn him for that. There are others, too, he wishes to harm...but this I will keep to myself. They know...you shall not.
I beat him once and I will again, now that things have become much more clear to me. I've finally learned that true courage has little to do with how tough you are. It really doesn't. Courage is facing your enemy and saying, "you might kill me...but I'm going to make it the worst experience you've ever had."
That's how I'm looking at this from now on. In life or death. In dreams or awake. Past or future foe. True...they might beat me...but they sure as hell ain't gonna enjoy it.
Blessed Be )O(
Monday, February 1, 2016
2 sides of the coin...
I have an obsession. Truly...I do. Since I was a little girl, really. I have been obsessed with vampires and werewolves. It's okay to chuckle, if you need to. Take your time...I'll wait....
Tick, tock...tick, tock...
You get it out of your system? Good...now we may continue. I'm not really sure when it all started. My feelings about the two go back as far as I can remember. As I grew older the fantasies I had, as a child, became darker and more real. Sinister, but in a way that gives you good goosebumps...not bad ones.
I think it may stem from the desire to be that strong. Invincible... to a point. I know they both have their weaknesses, true. But when push comes to shove they can hold their own. In ways us mere mortals can only dream.
The vamp side of me craves the wildness that only a true child of the night can enjoy. Not just sexual freedom but an uncaging of the mind. Power. Persuasion. Total control. The ability to disengage emotionally and be triumphant physically. It's staggering how perfect that all sounds.
Then I have the wolf deep inside me...clawing...howling to be set free. To run wild. Break free of the societal bonds that chain us. To rip off any shred of human likeness and become one with the dirt, the grass, the moon. Life.
That is the one common denominator between these two beast that lay dormant inside me. The pull of the night. I crave it...the dark. The stillness of it all. The random sounds we pay no attention to during our hectic days of robotics.
Tis music. The glorious notes of natures beating heart. Swirling together on a light breeze we are all to busy sleeping to hear. Such a shame, really. To miss such beauty.
The tales of these two, the two sides of the coin, are almost as old as time itself. Yet, instead of diminishing over the ages, they grow. Evolve. Makes one wonder....
As for me...I will continue to dream of them. By night or day. As one or both. Myth or not they will forever remain a part of me.
Blesses Be )O(
Tick, tock...tick, tock...
You get it out of your system? Good...now we may continue. I'm not really sure when it all started. My feelings about the two go back as far as I can remember. As I grew older the fantasies I had, as a child, became darker and more real. Sinister, but in a way that gives you good goosebumps...not bad ones.
I think it may stem from the desire to be that strong. Invincible... to a point. I know they both have their weaknesses, true. But when push comes to shove they can hold their own. In ways us mere mortals can only dream.
The vamp side of me craves the wildness that only a true child of the night can enjoy. Not just sexual freedom but an uncaging of the mind. Power. Persuasion. Total control. The ability to disengage emotionally and be triumphant physically. It's staggering how perfect that all sounds.
Then I have the wolf deep inside me...clawing...howling to be set free. To run wild. Break free of the societal bonds that chain us. To rip off any shred of human likeness and become one with the dirt, the grass, the moon. Life.
That is the one common denominator between these two beast that lay dormant inside me. The pull of the night. I crave it...the dark. The stillness of it all. The random sounds we pay no attention to during our hectic days of robotics.
Tis music. The glorious notes of natures beating heart. Swirling together on a light breeze we are all to busy sleeping to hear. Such a shame, really. To miss such beauty.
The tales of these two, the two sides of the coin, are almost as old as time itself. Yet, instead of diminishing over the ages, they grow. Evolve. Makes one wonder....
As for me...I will continue to dream of them. By night or day. As one or both. Myth or not they will forever remain a part of me.
Blesses Be )O(
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