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(
Monday, February 15, 2016
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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