I have had encounters with the spirits since I was 3. The first being when I was with my family at a reunion in either Kansas or Kentucky (I can not remember which but I do feel it was Kansas). It was Dad's family which is mostly preachers, missionaries and all God loving people. The children were in the big room playing..ages from 3-15 while the grown ups were in another room chatting with their coffee in hand. As we were playing I remember a sound then the screams of the other kids. I was told that a few including my sister tried to pull me away from the room but I would not move. Daddy and a few of my great uncles came into the room to get me and Daddy said it took them a few minutes to get me to answer them for I was staring toward the wall and crying. When he got me out of the room they started asking me questions. I told them about a man with red all over him that was in the room with me. I was crying for I kept saying he was hurt. I described the man to Daddy fully. My great uncles and aunts kept saying it was just my imagination working over time since all the kids had been playing games and some of the older kids had tried to scare us with ghost stories. My Mom agreed with them. But I kept telling Daddy no that was not it I did see the hurt man. In the morning when the paper came my great Uncle Leonard told Daddy to look at the pic of the man in the paper. Then they laid the paper on the table and called me in the room. When I went to Daddy I remember seeing the paper on the table and said Daddy that is the man I saw last nite. Everyone was surprised for I had described the man to them in detail the nite before and it was the same man....he had died in a car crash about half a mile from where we all were.Since then I have seen Spirits, heard them, felt them etc every since.As a child I was always told I had a very vivid imagation and could sometimes tell you what you were feeling or that someone or something was around you. I played with my imaginary friends all the time and could describe them to you in detail and most were from the early 1700-1900's.My Mom told me that it was just me pretending but Daddy said he always wondered how I could know such details about my playmates when I was so young.As a teen I did try the Iouja board several times until my Dad caught me and burned it. I had several reactions from the board including my candle flame going to about 2 feet high and cold bone chilling feelings and a spirit that was not good coming into my room.My ex, sons and I lived in a small farm home in Germany that the locals would not rent. It was haunted by an older man who had killed himself in the attic a few months after his wife had died. He was not mean but so loving. In that home we had to lite the oil heater and put a match on it...when it went down we had to pump the oil back into it to keep it up so the room would be warm...that was our heaters. When my ex was at the Army base for 3 days on we never had to lite the heater to keep us warm at nite and my boys (2 & 4) would tell me that the grandpa came and covered them at nite. When my ex was home for 3 days off we had to lite the oil heaters several times at nite to keep us warm and we would hear someone walking in the attic. We did check out the attic several times time and never found anything up there to cause the sound of walking.Being from a Southern Baptist family we were taught that when you talked to spirits etc you were dealing with the devil but I never believed that. Daddy had been raised in several homes of different religions for he was an orphan and was farmed out to families to help with the crops. So he had a better understanding of different beliefs that people had. He always told me to never forget the gift I had been blessed with and that someday I would come to know it was a gift and I would be able to better understand it. To never fear the spirits who came to me for they felt the love I had for them and that I wanted to help them anyway I could. I have never forgotten that over my life of now 56 years.Also as a preteen we were on vacation going back to Ky to visit family (we lived in TX) and stopped to see an Indian chief...oh how I remember his buffalo who was white and how he nuzzled up to me. The chief told us that the buffalo never came near anyone so this was proof I was a special gifted child. Somehow I remember something about him being related to us somehow for we do have Cherokee blood in us. He told my parents that I was a special child and had been from birth. That I was given the gift to totally understand spirits and not many are given the gift I was. He said that what I had was given to be by God and all the spirits so that I could in time help other spirits along their way back to peace. Of course my Mom thought he was just talking to show off but Daddy took it to heart and never let me forget it.I have had other encounters with spirits as a teen, young adult and esp now...and I love it and want to help them more.During one investigation at a TB sanatarium I was drawn to the 3rd floor most of the nite. Around 1am when we were up there again with cameras, video recorders, audio recorders I had a female spirit channel thru me...this was a first for me. I did not remember what had happened but she came to me after and told me why she did it...she wanted someone to feel what she went thru when she died all alone in her hospital bed not being able to breath. After it happened with the help of the others saying the Lord's Prayer I got her to cross over. Later her name came to me and it was Rosemary and come to find out that there was a Rosemary there as a patient who died there.We now have about 10 who come and go in our home. I have seen a full body again and call him Jacob even tho I have now found out his name is Jake...but Jacob was the name that came to me first. If you read my blog in myspace you will be able to see some of my encounters with the spirits here...I so need to update it for now we have shadow people who I am sure are a boy child, a black mist, a white mist, the spirit of the stray cat who adopted us we named Bummer (even our dogs hear and feel her and our lil Tea Cup Chihuahua will go to Bummer's area she had her kittens in and play with her), we have a male spirit who is not nice call out my name, a spirit who sounds like me calling out my husband Sonny name, things move, doors unlock at nite and open up, things missing, footsteps, humming, sounds, thumping on the walls, knocking sounds, voices in my cell phone, my computer going nuts when I am talking in a ghost site including my puter one time going so nuts even when it was turned off and then Sonny and I heard a male voice come from it saying " I am watching gay porno" and the puter had been turned off for several minutes. I have been scratched on my back a couple of times and even kicked by a child on my back. I wake up with bruises that we can not figure how they got there.So you can see my encounters with the Spirits has always been a part of my life but only now I am beginning to understand them and want to understand them more so that I can help them anyway I can.Sonny & I started Branson Paranormal Research Society so that we could help anyone who has paranormal experiences... www.myspace.com/bransonparanormal .
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