JOURNEY TO FAIRYLAND

JOURNEY TO FAIRYLAND 

Do you seek the way? I mean the place where the fairies live? 

Do you really have the desire to know? Then I will tell, it's easy, quite. 

You must wait  for the full moon when it is fully up,

up in the center of the sky, the hour of midnight.

When there is a full moon over the Purple forest  and the moon glimmers on the dark black sea.

There in the purple forest you shall find a path way which radiates its own light

A bluish green glow is the path and a sparkling of diamond brightness marking its edges.

Then if there be evil afoot to impede you, out of enmity or rot, then one must know the secret words for vanquishing these evil entities,  then say the magical words "I believe in you not!" 

To cast the spell you get upon a sunflower seed and fly all around the purple forest,

 and cast your spell of sparkly Fairy dust all about,

And, if the breeze is blowing the right way, 

The sunflower seed  will take you away to Fairyland 

along the trail of light! 

Yes fairie folk are as  real as you and I. 

The only reason other folk don't see them is because they look with their eyes closed .

And fairies  don't never die. 

The live for 5 to 600  years then will spend a millennium or more in the regenerating state, much the same as a caterpillar in it's cocoon.

Cynthia©

THE MISSING KNIVES

THE MISSING KNIVES

Last year my mother asked me to return the knives I have been hoarding from the silverware drawer. Not knowing what it was about I checked and indeed there were 20 or so knives missing. I said I don't know, and figured my father or she had taken them. No one else in the house.

Days later she thanked me for returning them, twenty knives. I looked with my own eyes and they were missing from the drawer before, now they are back. I thought it might be my aunt who had recently died and was mischievious.

A couple of months later my mother asked me to return six heavy coffee cups that were missing from the shelf. Huh? Where would I keep heavy mugs, and why? She was sure it was me, and I literally stared into the dishwasher to see that they were not in there. Again, remember, there are no visiting workmen here or other family members. I let it go that she thought it was me for a day, kind of sureally, and the next day she thanked me for returning them. I also had stared into the shelf to see it empty, six heavy mugs, gone, where? Now I just stared at them back in place.

A while later, a month or so, the water irrigation system came on by itself while it was cut into, system off, as I decided to go out and work on it again before it got dark. I turned the corner of the house and it was on, flooding the grounds, and had just gone on about the time I got up to go out and work on it. System off, and timer set for another day even if I (we, father too) had been absent minded enough to leave it on while working. IT WAS OFF. I was so startled I don't remember how I turned it off. This is the point when I am starting to see the light here.

I began to put two and two together. My fuse had been removed from my car almost causing a turn-signal disaster. The dog was always in my room, freaking out and curling up to me, watching the movement of something in the family room, once my parents moved into the kitchen. Her eyes would actually follow something moving out there, and she's not that friendly to me to run into my room, and hasn't since the "cleansing".

The pond motor was on once and running in the morning, and I thought the switch must have just slipped into the on position. While putting on my shoes I had been putting off end-capping my laces, as I had cut them, and they don't thread the eyelets unless you do that. Here's a shoelace, just cut, no way to thread it. When I came back to my chair with the Scotch tape the uncapped shoelace was threaded through the small eyelet. This is magic and it's standing right behind me!

That night, something in my soul knew this is no joke and I prayed the Rosary. In my mind's eye, I actually saw this thing surprised by two angels, heard their swords, saw the "thing" surprised as it was going through towels or something, snooping. I couldn't make out its face but it isn't pretty. Very nasty thing.

There hasn't been anything going on like that since I saw it go, like zip, although I have looked into the mug pantry, and anything else that might be funny going on, and nothing has. That was more than a year ago, and the smell of that thing is Gone. Thank God and his Holy family. Thank you Mother (I am not Catholic).

Submitted by Mitchell

A MESSAGE FROM A FRIEND

A MESSAGE FROM A FRIEND

I had a very close friend pass away from cancer a few yrs ago and a very strange thing took place following his death. This friend was well known for his sense of humor and routinely would call and, if encountering an answering machine, would always leave a strange round instead of a message. Invariably, that strange sound would involve peculiar items, like crackling crumpled paper, hissing sounds, anything that would make strange noise while he would verbally spout some equally weird gibberish or other nonsensical vocal sound effects. This way, we always knew it was him who had called. Never a question. It became his signature and he did it for many, many years.

The day he died I had purchased a new phone with a built in message system, and was boggled by the manual on setting it up, so I put it off. That night, at roughly the time he expired (I later learned), 3 messages were left on my machine from an "unknown number" as the display on the message window recorded. The three messages came only a few minutes apart. Each one was distinctly a call from him, making all the usual strange noises and garbled verbiage, only the calls sounded like they were coming through a very bad radio or something, loaded with static which caused the sound to pitch and diminish. There were no storms happening, but it reminded me of how some calls can sound during a bad electrical storm. I didn't hear the messages until the next day when I noticed a little light on the side of the phone blinking and realized messages had been left, despite having not set up the message part of the phone at all. I had to look up how to play them for fear of missing them, but once I figured it out, I knew he had called. But I simultaneously knew that was impossible, because late that same night, the phone rang and I answered and his significant other told me he had passed away only an hour or so earlier. The phone was clearly operational. He had been in a hospice because his condition had weakened so drastically. He was not able to make phone calls, and was for several days far too out of it from the morphine to have done much of anything.

None the less... he called, somewhere just after the time of death. Not once, but three times, as if to say, "Yeah… it's ME." I was able to play the recordings for my wife, who was equally mystified by them. She knew his signature goofy phone message sounds all too well. In setting up the message system later that day, I somehow managed to erase or destroy the messages entirely. I thought it was a little odd, too, because I was following the instructions perfectly and being very careful about making sure any existing messages would NOT be voided from the chip.

Not more than a month later, my granddaughter who was 2 and a half was spending the night with us, and stopped and looked down the hall and appeared to be looking at someone and nodding at them. I asked her, "Who are you looking at?" And she immediately waved to whomever it was down the hall (there was no one else here but my wife, who was in the same room as we were) and motioned for the person she was looking at to come, and she said, "It's ok, come in." I again asked her, "Who are you seeing?" And she then got a sudden shocked look on her face and kind of gasped a bit and jumped up on the bed with me, clung to me tightly and said, "Who is it, Grandpa? Who is it?" and kept looking back toward the hallway. I went down the hall and looked around, and of course, found no one. Saw nothing. I asked her what she saw and she seemed to struggle to make a good description. I asked her if it was a boy or a girl? She said "no." I asked if it was a man or a woman? And she seemed puzzled for a second and said "Who is it?" instead of "no" again. She just couldn't seem to make sense, or explain or describe what she saw, but it was definitely a "who" to her.

Later that night as we were putting her to sleep, something in the very back room at the end of that hallway came crashing down loudly startling all three of us. I went into the room which was basically empty and used only to store a few things and found nothing out of place. But the sound was distinctly of something large with many parts spilling or falling out, like a box full of various items. But nothing was out of place at all.

No further calls or apparitions have been experienced. But there is no question in my mind that some one or some thing was tapping through, by phone and perhaps with a personal appearance as well to the only one capable of seeing it. And I have a good feeling it was my good friend who passed.

Submitted by Alton Raines

Spirit Beings

Spirit Beings

Light beings are spirit beings, or beings fully-evolved to energy form, their evolutionary age is undetermined. Then you have those beings that are sentient and partly corporeal and energy in form, or able to transition from one form to the other. These beings are very ancient and highly evolved. The little ones are also ancient, highly-evolved sentient beings, but still retaining a biological bodies, some call them the greys.

I have seen the light beings not only at night but also in the brightness of day. I love being out in nature, and I love and attract animals and young children. This I am lead to understand is a commonality among empathics. I will come back to the topic on empaths in a later post, if you anyone is interested.

Being empathic in my earlier years of my life didn't help, it alienated me from others who didn't understand. Also sensitive to other peoples’ energies around me and knowing what their inner thoughts and feelings were kind of, let us say unnerved them some. It was these sensitivities to others that made it that much harder to integrating with others in society.

Now this is where in later years the light beings intervened keeping me from the very possibility of ending my physical existence here on earth at a certain point in my life along with other factors I will not get into here. 

I learned from them, the light beings, that they had been sent to tell me, via thoughts manifesting in my mind that weren't my own, like relayed by my own thought processes but not originating from my own mind.  They had come to me to guide me on my journey through life, and they had a reason as to why they needed me to continue to live, and if I remember what they relayed to me, all would be well. 

In order for me to see the path I must follow I was required to do one thing that would be the most crucial endeavor that I would possibly ever undertake in my entire life: I had to find and connect with the my inner self, *she who dwells within.* the true me, not the sham I had been playing out for most of my adult life. She, the inner-self  had been so well suppressed for so many years that I was no longer aware of who my true self was.

I discovered the inner-self  the one who had never been given the opportunity to truly know herself. Then I found that child within is full of life and still remembers the freedom, innocence and vigor of life that once dwelled within and still does. If There is any way I can prevent it, I do not ever wish to loose touch with the inner child. I wish to always be forever young of mind and spirit, allowing the soul to grow brighter each day.

I want to dance in the dreams cape forest with my childhood friends, the tiny light beings, the orbs, and the little soul sparks, that radiate every color of the rainbow. Some would call these the faie people. Oh yes, that is also where you will find the watchers, or messenger guardians, they are somewhat taller then the average man and stand inside an envelope of radiant ovular shaped bright bluish white light.


The rainbows sometime will appear everywhere in the room I am in, they are so beautiful to behold, I could sit in bed for hours looking at the colors on the ceiling alternating to every color of the spectrum of light colors.

Cynthia

Another Fairy Poem

In the Misty light of the silver moon

I wonder through the forest of shadows

looking up at the star-spun sky.

How I have search for you, my precious friend,

my light who shimmers, dark to bright,

runs and dances gaily in the forest shadows,

On tiny feet without shoes on the forest floor of green.

Under cover of the darkness of the night she comes.

Oh Fairy light! how I wish to be with thee

I ask that the come forth, come forth,

from the branch of the elm

and the leaves of the Ivy, 

When human is present,

The keepers of the forest, a shadow they weave.

Keepers of the river, do come forth,

But Just remain beyond reaching.

Never to be in keeping,

It is not meant to be.

The Free spirits of Fairy ceaselessly roame

Like the tiny gypsies they are.

She and her kin, never to stay for long,

Her work takes her far and wide

caring and preparing Gaea for new life to come.

I call upon thee, stay and rest for a while,

my dear friend, maiden of the forest. 

Wild and free as the, like the wind are ye,

Come rest here with me upon this knoll where I sit.

A blinding pulsing light momentarily lighted the darkness,

Abruptly The pulsing light stops,

Darkness falls back all around.

The light spins and spins taking on a shape.

The light transformed into a graceful fairy with butterfly wings

She appeared to be floating towards me.

She floated to my side me and sat gently at my side.

She whisper sin my ear,

"We shall always be together, we are sisters my dear." 

"Come with me human child" she says,

extending her arm towards, I will show the the way.

I take her hand, and we are in the air,

seemingly floating over the forest,

dancing and spiraling like ballerinas

above among the clouds,

As we trailed sparkly star dust in our wake.    

Cynthia ©

PHONE CALL FROM THE NETHER WORLD

PHONE CALL FROM THE NETHER WORLD

It was a dreary Sunday morning in 2007, with on and off again rainfall against a grey sky, typical of late winter in East Tennessee. I was getting ready to go to the hospital to see several patients when, some minutes after 10 AM, the door bell rang. "Dad, there's a policeman at the door," shouted my 10 year daughter. All three of my kids gathered around in the excitement. I answered the door, and the officer stood there with a concerned expression and asked, "Everything OK?" Bewildered, I replied, "Sure, but what's going on?" He explained that "there's been a 911 call from this address." I turned to the kids with an accusing look, and they all denied any such "pranks." My wife had arrived at the doorway from upstairs, and indicated that no one had even used the phone that morning as far as she knew. Everyone had "slept in." We all chalked the event up to an accident, as the officer said that sometimes there are errors at the phone company and "wires get crossed." I thanked him for his time, and the officer went on his way. We thought nothing more about it for a while. 

One week latter, at 10:20 AM on Sunday morning, I had been to my office and was returning home. A police officer turned into our subdivision behind me. "Did I not make a signal," I thought. I pulled into my driveway and the officer pulled in behind me. "Oh no, what's wrong, I hope no one's hurt or anything," I thought to myself. 

Quickly getting out of my car, I walked over to the officer's vehicle. "Hello officer, what seems to be the problem?" He replied, "there's been a 911 call from this address, it was made about 20 minutes ago," as he exited his squad car. "Let's go inside," I said as we walked to the front door. Inside my home, my wife and kids were as shocked as I when told of yet another 911 call that none of us made. I asked the officer if he knew the number from which the call was made. He looked at a pocket pad, leafed through the pages, and said, "Yes, it's 865-692-4524." I told him that was not our number or even near it, and we both stood there literally scratching our heads. I then relayed the fact that the exact same thing had happened exactly one week before at nearly the same time. The officer called up the database in his computer pad and said, "sure enough, a 911 call was reported last Sunday at 10:01 AM from this address and from that same phone number. Today's call was also made at 10:01 AM. Very strange. But it's clearly not your phone number." Along with my wife and three kids and the police officer, we all stood in my hallway with our mouths open aghast at the coincidence. Breaking the stunned silence, the officer suggested that we contact the telephone company to see if there is a problem in their computer system crossing our number with another. We thanked him for his time, and he left, scratching his head. 

The following day, Monday, my wife contacted the phone company to make a query about the phone number from which the 911 calls were made. After the typical waiting period, an attendant returned to the line, indicating that there was no such phone number as the one in question. When further questioned by my wife, the attendant admitted that there was no such "active" phone number. When my wife insisted that all "other" phone numbers be checked, another waiting period insued. When, after about 10 minutes, the phone company attendant finally returned to the line, she said, "yes there is an old number that matches your request, but it is more than five years old. The record shows it was the number for a temporary line you had placed in your basement in 2002, five years ago. But that number is no longer connected to our system, and hasn't been since 2002." After learning that the number was technically "in" the computer but not electrically accessible for calling, my wife thanked the attendant and hung up the phone. She was in psychological shock. 

I arrived home that afternoon and my wife met me at the door. "It was your mother whose been calling 911." "What?" I looked at my wife like she was crazy. "That's not possible, you know she died three months ago." The phone number that had "called" 911 and brought the police to our home twice, two Sundays in a row, was from a temporary phone we had placed in a room in our basement where we moved my mother in 2002, prior to placing her in assisted living. She lived there for only three or four months but her phone number was, in fact, 865-692-4524. That number had been disconnected when my mother left and went to a new facility, and the phone was removed. 

My wife and I stood in our foyer with blank stares and goosebumps. It appears that somehow, someway, my deceased mother, who, especially in her latter years (she died at age 93), was rather prone to panic first and then think, had apparently attempted to call 911, twice! The calls were made at the exact same time on two Sundays in a row. Colleagues nervously attempted to supply explanations, some rational, some not. 

In some kind of time distortion, perhaps she realized she was dead and panicked, calling 911 as she sometimes did in life. Or, perhaps, she was simply attempting to communicate with family in the most readily available manner. Or, maybe she was trying to warn me about what we much latter found out to be an office staffer who embezzled thousands of dollars from our practice starting in early 2007. 

Regardless of motive, three months after her death, two 911 calls were made from my deceased mother's old phone line and number. The number was no longer in service, and the line no longer existed physically, and, according to the phone company, the number was not even "online" in their system. Something "physically" impossible had actually occurred, witnessed by two police officers, a doctor and his family. 

In communicating with the living, maybe the dead do not need to be "online" in the manner we think about being "online." Perhaps the laws of physics, as we know them, only apply to the living.

Submitted by Edward Workman, MD

Happy Halloween to All my Blog Friends

A true story

THOSE OLD HAUNTED HOMES & CEMETARY

One family's experience in the state's oldest community.

Our family moved to a small eastern Washington community in 1989 where I took a job with the City. One of my responsibilities was the overall management of the cemetery. It dated back to 1854 and had roughly 6,300 burials. Early in 1990 I hired a sextant to make an effort to correlate all of the cemetery records through an on site review and then we would compare the records at City Hall to see where it would come out. During the preceding years, I and the office staff had data based all of the city's cemetery records.

By the spring of 1993, I had a very strong knowledge of this cemetery and its various sections.
At the time, we were living a few blocks away in one of the community's older homes. My wife and children professed a great amount of anxiety and fear over what they perceived as an incessant amount of strange occurrences in this house, none of which they were able to explain. I frankly was very skeptical, although we had lived in homes before that had a lot of paranormal activity. I decided to check out this one. A number of the City staff had lived in town all of their lives. Upon inquiry to one of my clerks, I was informed that at one time there had been a third floor on this house that had burned during the war. There had been a fatality. Consensus seemed to indicate that the casualty was a young man. This entity was very mischievous. Apparently, he enjoyed turning on water faucets, opening washing machine doors, turning on or off lights, slamming doors etc. I was skeptical of these claims.

One Saturday night I got up to visit the bathroom. The only light that was on in the house was in the hallway. When I exited the bathroom, I was quite surprised to see that the only lights that were not on were in the bedrooms. The front room, dining, kitchen, and laundry room lights were all turned on. I decided that the family was right, we need to move.

The very next morning, I was on a walk through the cemetery when I noticed a young woman in a faded dress standing in front of a headstone in one of the older parts of the cemetery. The dress looked like an early 20th century wedding dress. I turned and walked over to where she was standing. She appeared to be in her twenties. She was slim, long brown hair and of medium height. She was looking down at the headstone with a very sad look on her face. I quickly surveyed the cemetery. There were not any vehicles or other people in the cemetery. From where I stood, I could see all of the grounds. She vanished as I approached. I noticed a man's name on the headstone. I wondered what could be happening since she probably wasn't buried here. The name on the front was that of a man, Slocumb. But, since the stone was four sided I decided to check the back of it. It was the only Jewish headstone in the cemetery. It was unique in shape and I had remembered it from previous trips to the cemetery.
The name Emma Moore was on the rear of the stone. She died at age 26 in the early part of that century. A daughter, maybe. A check of the City's burial records confirmed that they were both buried in this grave. Sad.... Never more Emma Moore.

We soon found another house and moved ASAP. The children were becoming paranoid and my wife was unhappy with the current arrangements. Peace at last, I thought. Wrong. It wasn't long before the children began complaining about noises in the basement and footfalls on the stairs coming up from the basement. One afternoon, several months later, I was home preparing lunch when I heard footfalls coming up the stairs. They were located directly behind the kitchen and these footfalls were quite loud. I sprang to my feet and ran to the door at the top of the stairs. This will end right now, I thought. As I opened the door, A wispy figure of a middle aged woman scooted by me and into the kitchen where she soon vanished. That afternoon I checked with the long time residents again about the prior occupants of that house. The building inspector informed me that a woman fitting the description had lived there about twenty years earlier. She died in a plane crash a few miles west of town. The call went out again, we're moving. We subsequently found a fairly new home that had no complications.

I then received a phone call from a local car mechanic that had moved into our prior residence. He stated that he had heard about our experiences in this house and that he and his family had recently moved into this house and was having some strange experiences. What kind I asked? He stated that he had placed their three month old child into a play pen in a side bedroom. When he entered the room some twenty minutes later to check on the baby, he found it crawling around on the floor outside of the pen. How could that happen I asked ? I don't know he responded. What should I do he asked ? MOVE I said. Move Now....


Submitted by Don Avery