About Me
This is a chronicle of a frightening experience. I will be building it slowly, as I am able to put things together. This is a true experience, something that happened. For you out there that are skeptical, or non-believers...don't bother to stay and read. There is nothing that anyone can say or do to prove to you that these things exist. For those of you that believe, or have experienced..you are welcome to read..or not. I don't care. I spent a great deal of personal energy reaching out for help, looking for solutions, begging, crying, for help. It came in only one form..The Bible.
Remember, when God wants you to experience something, there is usually a gift at the end, a blessing, a preparation for things to come. He wants you to follow the right path. He lets you know when you waver.
I'm not sure how this will turn out, but I will slowly build it as I put everything together. I don't know where my "new road" will lead me. I have tried not to look back.
I remember what happened to Lot's wife when she looked back.*************IT BEGINS.....******************It started in Jan 2006. The first "sign" was a jar of peanut butter, found on the rim of the kitchen sink, on its side with a big glop of peanut butter on the counter, and a dripping pool of melted peanut butter on the floor. I was getting ready for work, getting up early as I usually do.
My daughter had been complaining lately, that the animals had been knocking over her soda, almost every time she put it down, she would come back into her room and find her soda, or whatever it was in her cup she was sipping on at the time, spilled onto the bed.
"How is this happening?!" There was a spat of regularly washing the sheets, pillowcases,blankets. "I'm just gonna have to keep the cats out of my room every time I go out" she's thinking.
The morning I found the peanut butter, I thought it was my son, who regularly comes home from work at 4am, leaving it on the counter. Asked him about it. The reply was, no, didn't have a sandwich when I got home. Just some milk, and went to bed. Asked my stepdaughter at the time, 13 year old. Nope, didn't even know the peanut butter was out of the pantry.
That was the beginning of a year of dumping, spraying, spilling, slashing, cutting, bashing doors, leaving slippery traps, playing with the electricity, destroying electronics, vile and ugly things.
