Today is a very weird day, but it has inspired this blog entry.
So far I have seen not one, but TWO figures walk across the width of our backyard this afternoon. Our backyard is surrounded by a 6 foot high wooden privacy fence and we have two side gates that we keep locked at all times. Unless someone climbs the fence, there is no way to enter our backyard without our knowledge.
The first figure was that of a man who looked in at me through the window in our backdoor as he walked across our deck. He was an older man, probably in his 60s, in a dark black coat. In the middle of summer. In Houston! I ran to the back door thinking oh my gods, who the hell is in my backyard & is the door locked? Thankfully it was locked & as I looked out through the window of our back door the man was nowhere to be seen.
I ran out there with the dog & both side gates were locked from the inside. There was nowhere that man could have gone unless he managed to jump the six foot high privacy fence, which I sincerely doubt considering his age.
Two hours later I see a dark-haired boy out there, probably around 8 or 9. He was also walking across the yard in the same direction as the man, and at about the same spot. I repeat my actions. Gates were still locked, no sign of the kid. To top it off I’ve been smelling incense off and on all day today.I haven’t burned any incense in over two weeks because my daughter is sick from mono.
When it cools off tonight I’m going outside with my pendulum to see if I can identify any portals. My best guess is that a new spirit portal has opened up. We used to have one in our front yard that I successfully shut down and there were 2 in my daughter’s room. Now there’s only one in her bathroom. No matter how many times I shut it down, that particular portal keeps coming back. She sees all sorts of stuff in her bathroom & thinks it’s cool, including a woman dressed in a long white gown who will actually step out of her bathroom, take a look around my daughter’s room, and then shake a finger at her! When she tells me this I say to her, “you see? Your room is so messy you’re upsetting our ghosts!”
Pendulums can be used to identify portals. If you practice a healing modality; such as, Reiki, you can use that energy to close the portal. The process is very simple.
Any weighted object attached to a chain or string can be used as a pendulum. In the picture you are looking at my personal collection. The pendulum on the left is made of copper pipe with copper wire wrapping. This is used for clearing and balancing the chakras. The pendulum in the center is made of amethyst (my favorite stone) and I use that one for divination. The pendulum on the right is my favorite pendant shown here as an example of how a pendant can also serve as a pendulum.
With your pendulum (dowsing rods will also work if you have any) slowly walk the area of the suspected portal. Keep an eye on your pendulum and pause about every other step. If your pendulum starts to rotate you have identified a portal.
Portals are either an entry or exit point to the physical world from the spirit world.
The next step is to use your pendulum to identify which type of portal you have discovered. This is also very simple. Your pendulum will be swinging either in a clockwise or counterclockwise circle.
Clockwise circle: you have found a portal that allows spirits to enter the physical plane.
Counterclockwise circle: you have found a portal that serves as an exit point for spirits to leave the physical plane and return to their own world.
IMPORTANT: You do NOT want to shut down an exit point! Exit points are necessary, otherwise spirits would get trapped here.
If you find a portal that is serving as an ENTRY point, you can close it down. For this you will need to have been attuned to Reiki or some other healing modality that you can use to direct energy down from the universe, through your body, out through your hand, and into your pendulum. This is the process I use:
I open myself up to the flow of Reiki as I say a prayer for protection. I draw the Master symbol followed by 3 Cho Ku Rei’s, followed by 3 Sei He Ki’s, followed by 3 more Cho Ku Rei’s. If you’re attuned to first degree then simply focus on channeling the energy.
I channel the energy down through my crown chakra down to my feet, into the earth, then up again through my feet, up my legs into my torso and along my arms and out through my hands. At this point you can state your intention to shut down the entry portal. Then keep an eye on your pendulum.
The pendulum should continue swinging clockwise this entire time and not waiver from that direction, but once the Reiki begins to flow into the portal what will happen is the portal will start to decrease in size until it closes. You know it has closed down when your pendulum completely stops rotating or swinging.
Once your pendulum has stopped moving, step back 2 – 3 paces and wait a few seconds. Then return to the same spot and test that spot for the portal. Your pendulum should not react in ANY way if you have successfully closed the portal. If it does react, then you’re dealing with a very large or strong portal and you will need to repeat the procedure in order to shut it down.
Please remember to leave all EXIT portals alone. Your pendulum will swing counterclockwise when it identifies an exit portal. Those must remain in place so our spirit guides and other spirits have an easy exit point back to their world.
If you are experiencing paranormal activity in your home it could be that your home contains one or more portals. Locate them using a pendulum and if you find an entry portal, simply shut it down. New entry portals can form, but it’s rare for them to occur in the same exact spot again, except for my daughter’s bathroom sink! That portal keeps coming back and if I’ve closed it down once, I’ve closed it down 500 times in the 14 years we’ve lived in this house. Just keep at it. This method is simple and it really does work.
When we purchased our house 12 years ago I was told by a psychic that it was a spiritual highway. She said many spirits would be seen, but not to worry as they were merely passing through and wouldn’t stay. She also stressed that our house was very well protected due to the energy I had around it.
Our house was brand new, built on virgin land (there had formerly been a pine forest here) & we were the first owners. I figured the psychic was wrong, but as my daughter grew older I found out how correct she had been.
My daughter was 4 when we moved from Corpus Christi, Texas to the Houston area. I never knew until she was around 12 that she regularly saw entities in her bedroom at all times of the day and night.
She began telling me about her experiences once she fully realized I had a strong interest in the paranormal. I never wanted to unduly influence my child so I never taught her to read tarot cards (I did try when she was 12, but she showed me she already knew so I handed her the deck & instructed her to have fun with it & she’s been reading tarot ever since), but I discuss angels with her and how important it is to call on them as our spiritual friends, especially in times of trouble. I also taught her about reincarnation, but nothing about the paranormal. She’s an only child and I didn’t want her to grow fearful of sleeping by herself in her room so I was always very careful as to what type of spiritual information I shared with her.
One day I was watching “Ghost Hunters” and she walked into the room and asked what it was about. Since I don’t find their show frightening at all I allowed her to watch it with me. Once it was over she began telling me about things she has seen in her room, which run the gambit. A few of the many examples are:
A lady in Victorian dress who walked in from my daughter’s bathroom, made eye contact
with her, then appeared to pick something up from the floor & place it in my daughter’s trash can. She then gave my child a reproachful look before walking toward and through the exterior wall of my daughter’s bedroom. I explained to my daughter that spirit was trying to encourage her to clean her room! My child is very messy so even the ghosts disapprove.
Another time she heard movement in her bathroom, which is attached to her bedroom and has a connecting door. She went in to take a look and saw a figure in a white hooded cloak with only two holes cut for eyes. She couldn’t see any eyes. The holes only showed blackness. She was 15 when this occurred and by then full of herself so she told it to go away and it did. I always told her if you see something you don’t like tell it to leave & tell it it has no right to be in YOUR house. She took my advice. Later when we were watching some movie about the South she exclaimed while pointing at a cloaked figure of the KKK, “Mom! That’s what I saw in my bathroom that one time! I’m glad I told it to leave!” Yeah, it’s NOT cool to have members of the KKK hanging out in your child’s bathroom.
Several times, but only at night with the lights off, upon going to bed she has seen small lights of blue, red, yellow, and green flitting around her room. We believe those to be fairies, but we can’t be sure.
A Strange Creature
The strangest incident occurred two years ago when my daughter was 14. She doesn’t read fairy tales and I’ve never read them to her, though she has seen the Disney movies. It’s possible she got this image from a movie, but I really don’t think so merely because her description was so highly detailed and it didn’t seem to match anything with which she was familiar at the time.
She was in her bathroom and thought she heard a noise. She looked through the doorway into her room and saw a strange creature touching some items she had out on her bed. The creature had its back to her so my daughter had plenty of time to get a really good look at it.
She described the creature as having hair all over it that resembled short dog fur, but not as thick. The creature’s color was a very dark brown like the color of tree bark. It had two small pointy ears on the top of its head with small tufts of fur protruding from them. There was a long tail. It stood on two legs and they looked like the legs of a horse and the creature’s feet were hooves.
The creature was wearing some sort of loose-fitting tunic that was also brownish in color and very close to the same color as the creature. Over its left shoulder it had a long leather strap to which a small leather pouch was attached that rested on the creature’s right hip. The pouch had a flap serving as a cover and appeared to be full of small items of various shapes. The creature also wore a belt and within the belt was tucked what looked like a small flute that rested against the back side of the pouch.
My daughter says she watched the creature for at least a good five minutes until she became stiff from standing so still. So she cleared her throat. The creature jumped, obviously startled. It spun around and saw my child at which point the creature looked completely frightened and disappeared right in front of her, but not before my daughter could see additional facial features and realize the creature was following the same path the Victorian woman had taken a few years prior to this incident as it started to run toward the exterior wall of her bedroom as it disappeared right in front of her. My daughter described its disappearing act as “an obvious cloaking device”. Thank you, Gene Roddenberry and “Star Trek.”
She was able to see the creature face to face briefly. The creature’s face was hairless except for a small beard and it had the features of a man.
I believe what she saw was a satyr, a supposedly mythological creature of the forest and one of the ways the god Pan is depicted in art. I have always believed them to be real, as well as elves and gnomes based upon an experience I had as a teenager, so why not satyrs? I searched the internet and found a picture and showed it to my daughter. She excitedly exclaimed it was exactly what she saw. Could it have been Pan Himself? I guess we’ll never know, but I’m glad my daughter saw it because she now knows what I have known since I was 14 and had a similar experience. Creatures of fairy tale aren’t so made-up and make-believe after all. Satyrs, elves and gnomes do exist, but they have been hidden from our sight just as most spirits also remain hidden as they walk the shadows between our world and the next.
Wishing you many blessings!
Nefer Khepri, PhD, R. M-T.
Author of The Egyptian Lenormand (Schiffer Books, 2015)
Here is another example of me minding my own business & suddenly, out of nowhere & without warning, weirdness strikes.
My husband & I went to eat at Babin’s, which is a Cajun-style seafood place. Neither of us had ever been there before, but we had been wanting to try it for a long time so with hungry tummies there we were.
Babin’s is a very nice looking establishment, very homey feeling. As soon as we walked in I could just feel the positive energy rush up to greet me. It was a bit, well, weird. Not that I’m unaccustomed to feeling energy in public places (oh heck no, I feel it ALL. THE. TIME & much of the time it’s not good). It’s just very rare for the energy to rush up, get in your face and go, “hi, there!”
I immediately thought, “Oh, ok. There’s a lovely, friendly spirit here. Nice to meet you.”
I could then feel the energy move along with us as we walked further into the restaurant as though it was escorting us inside. There is a long narrow entryway that runs about 60 feet or so before you reach the hostess. Immediately beyond that is one of the most beautiful and inviting waiting areas I have ever seen. There were 3 – 4 small tables with chairs and a running fountain. The floor is flagstone or stone tile and the walls are brick.
What struck me most as we waited for the young lady to seat us (there was no wait since we went early to dinner so it was just about 5:00 PM) was the lovely scent of incense that wafted in the waiting area. I even remarked on it to my husband and the young lady who seated us.
I guess I should have figured something wasn’t quite right when she and my husband both gave me a strange look. In my line of work you get used to that out in public or among extended family so I’m forever discounting it. I went into automatic “ignore” mode so thought nothing of their attitude – until the next day, that is.
We had a lovely dinner. The food was awesome. Our server Trevor was great, very friendly and he and my husband hit it off immediately. My husband was wearing one of his Arizona Cardinals football jerseys & Trevor just happened to be a fan. They had the nerve to talk football at the table for a good 5 minutes. FIVE MINUTES. I kid you not! No, I am not a football fan unless you happen to be a Northwestern Wildcat. Love my Wildcats!
Once dinner was over we took the same route we had into the restaurant. As we walked through the waiting area once again I could smell the incense. I said to my husband, “isn’t that a lovely smell? It’s a mixture of sandalwood, frankincense and myrrh.” Once again I got the “weird” look and no comment. That’s my husband for you. I’m used to that.
Fast forward to a few hours later and it’s bedtime. I’m in my bathroom getting ready for bed when suddenly –
… *** sniff *** … *** sniff *** …
What IS that?
Why, it just happens to be incense!
You figure in my house, that’s normal, BUT, only in the mornings. You see, my husband is allergic so I never can burn incense later in the day because if it’s lingering in the air all he does all evening long is sneeze his poor head off. So when I use it I’m sure it’s out by noon, then he has no issues.
I do not keep candles in the bathroom and the scent came upon me suddenly so I can say it wasn’t any soap, shampoo, body powder, or any other scented item we have in the bathroom. It just seemed to waft in through the bathroom door.
I didn’t think much of it at first, to be honest. I was tired and wanted to go to sleep, so we went to sleep.
I awoke at around my usual time to use the restroom. Once you get older you can forget about making it through the entire night, I guess.
As I walked to the toilet again, I could smell the same lovely scent of incense I had smelled in the restaurant. I took a quick mental inventory and realized that the incense I had burned earlier that day was rose. That did not smell anything like what I was currently smelling in my bathroom.
I returned to bed wondering if I had somehow picked up a new “friend.”
I go places and spirits can sense that I can feel their presence so they will sometimes come home with me. Most of the time they visit for the rest of the day, then they leave. In all cases these have been positive spirits because I have myself under protection at all times to keep the nasties away so I never worry about picking up something negative and bringing it home.
The next day I wake up (obviously), get ready for my day, have some breakfast, then head for my computer to work on a reading for a client. I have yet to burn any incense and really that day – since I did not have any spells to perform for clients – I had no intention of burning any incense. Suddenly, there it was again. The same delightful mix of sandalwood, frankincense & myrrh!
I walked out of my office and downstairs to get a glass of water and the scent followed me. I went back upstairs and quickly ran back into my office and took a good sniff. I could smell a candle I had burning, but there was no other scent other than the nice smell my office always has due to the candles, oils & herbs I store.
As I sat down in my computer chair suddenly the incense scent was back and it wafted all around me. I was then positive I had a visitor and that it was the energy from the restaurant.
So, I asked it, “what’s your name?”
I did not receive a verbal response other than I could sense laughter, as though the entity was amused it was being directly addressed.
Then I asked, “what do you want?”
Again, no verbal response, but this time I sensed a “swoosh” or wave of energy toward me that hit me all along my back. The most accurate comparison I can make is that it felt like when a child runs up behind you and throws their arms around you in a great big bear hug.
I smelled the incense for the rest of that day, the next, and the day after. My husband could never smell it though he was often in the same room with me when I was able to smell it. I would ask him, “you can’t smell that? It’s so strong!” His reply was, “you need to call the doctor if you’re having phantom smells. You might be stroking out!”
Yes, he’s very helpful that nonbeliever husband of mine.
I never heard or saw any paranormal activity other than the scent and the sensation of being hugged or rushed by energy every once in a while. It always felt nice, welcoming, and friendly so I was never worried.
It took three and a half days for the incense smell to completely leave me; however, every once in a while I will get a nice whiff of it.
I’m not sure what type of entity was hanging out at Babin’s and then decided to follow me home, but it’s not the first time. The most notable time was when my husband and I visited Iao Valley on the Hawaiian Island of Maui in 2011. I met a lovely spirit there by the name of Nashia who asked permission of the spirits of the land there to come home with me. Permission was granted and she has been one of my spirit guides ever since.
I have no idea if this entity will come and go, but as I conclude this blog post you have ONE guess as to what I’m smelling right this minute!
Yep! You guessed it!
Sandalwood, frankincense, & myrrh!
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What do I believe in? I get asked that question often by friends, family, clients, so I thought I’d explain a bit here.
Firstly, I believe in treating everyone as you yourself wish to be treated. I live by the Golden Rule. When someone doesn’t treat me as I treat them that’s when I walk away. We all have our own paths to walk & I never attempt to change another person. I figure they are the way they are because they need to attract certain lessons into their lives. So be it. I move on. I value myself too much to remain in a relationship where the other person is not treating me in the same manner I treat them.
My mom taught me this lesson, one of the most important lessons I have ever learned.
Secondly, I believe in what many consider to be the unseen world (note: unseen does NOT equal unreal). I believe in fairies, ghosts/spirits, angels, and the reality and power of the Egyptian gods. These are the reasons why.
I was raised Catholic & attended church fairly regularly from birth until the age of 14 when I was confirmed in the faith. I could see fairies in our backyard since I was a small child & I grew up with a playmate named George who was not imaginary. He was the ghost of a little boy from the 1920s, the reality of which was validated when a psychic lady came to visit my parents one day & saw him. She described George exactly as I had alway seen him, freaking out both my parents.
I grew up with a tremendous love & respect for Jesus Christ, for the great Teacher & Healer he was/is, and I firmly believe the time He walked this planet He was God Incarnate. When I was 9 I was in the hospital with a severe case of gastric enteritis. I saw Christ walk into my room. He sat on the edge of my bed and without saying a word He placed his left hand on my abdomen. The discomfort immediately left me as He gazed into my eyes. My entire body filled with a peaceful warmth I have never felt since. The next morning the doctor could not explain the reason I was suddenly perfectly fine. I insisted to everyone Christ had visited me and that during that visit He healed me. Unbeknownst to me at the time our family doctor was Jewish. He later converted to Christianity and would often say my experience was his inspiration.
Despite my strong faith and beliefs, I walked out of church on my confirmation day, turned around & informed a very shocked godmother & parents that I would not be returning to the Catholic Church – ever. I had done all that was required of me. I did not believe in how the Church ran things, so I would not be returning.
It was then that I embarked upon my spiritual journey.
During my senior year in high school I read the first of 2 books that changed my life: Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner, by Scott Cunningham. I began practicing Wicca in 1980 & tried for several years to forge a relationship with the Egyptian deities, but They wouldn’t have me. I was told I wasn’t “ready.” Whatever “ready” was, I wasn’t it. I thought I was ready, I felt ready, but … In the meantime I worked with the Celtic pantheon, mainly the goddess Brigit. I was happy, but not completely spiritually fulfilled.
I have been drawn to ancient Egypt ever since I can remember. It was my love of Egyptian civilization that made me decide at the age of 9 to become an archaeologist after seeing the movie The Mummy, starring Boris Karloff. (A lot happened to me when I was 9 & that year was a major turning point in my life.) Coincidentally or not, this occurred a couple of weeks after I had been released from the hospital. After 3 universities and 3 degrees I became an academically trained archaeologist with a doctorate. At a far earlier age (2) I also became an artist & most of what I drew during the ensuing years was Egyptian-inspired.
Sixteen years later in 1996 during my Reiki master-teacher attunement I saw Isis herself in a vision. It would be the first of many times I would be blessed with a vision of Her. She said only 3 words to me:
“You are ready.”
I knew immediately what She meant & that began a spiritual odyssey that continues to this day.
It was a day or so after that when I began reading the second book that would alter my life, The Fingerprints of the Gods, by Graham Hancock. I read that book with the academically instructed mind of an archaeologist, but I came away with a very changed mind and fully realized that academia and mainstream science had much of it wrong where it comes to the ancient history of our planet.
A year later in mid-1997 I was receiving a healing from a friend and colleague. As she worked on me I slipped into a vision. I was in an underground cavern lit by some mysterious light source. There were stalagmites of various colors everywhere. I could see a large pool of water and in the center of the pool was a single column of what looked like pure quartz crystal that has been carved to strongly resemble an ionic Greek pillar. On top of the pillar was an amethyst crystal skull. I could see a white chevron in the center of the skull.
That white chevron is important.
The crystal skull spoke to me telepathically and relayed a message that completely changed the course of my life. I received validation that my chosen path of academia, the one I had worked so hard to embark upon and to remain upon, was NOT the path for me at all. And so, like the day I left the Catholic Church, I left my academic path and have never looked back.
After the amethyst crystal skull relayed its message to me the vision then changed. I was suddenly in a desert. A ten foot tall angel appeared in front of me, opened his right hand and within it revealed a strong and steady flame. He was the first angel I ever saw, but not the last. This angel told me telepathically that the flame would guide me where I needed to go next “in order to complete the process that had begun.” I figured the angel was referring to my visit to the cavern and the message from the amethyst crystal skull that still had my head reeling.
The angel took me by the hand and we flew up into the sky and across a vast desert. Once I saw the Giza Plateau on the horizon I knew the desert was the Sahara and that I had astral travelled to north Africa, and specifically to Egypt.
What happened next in a hidden chamber beneath the Great Pyramid is discussed in another blog post here. I suggest you read that once you’ve finished with this blog post.
As to the importance of the white chevron, that very same day I had this vision while a friend gave me a healing session, a shipment of rocks & crystals arrived at the new age shop where I worked at the time. I was basically the assistant manager and it was part of my job to process incoming orders. As I looked through all the pretty stones I was drawn to the amethyst not only because of the vision I had just experienced, but because purple has always been my favorite color; and, amethyst had been my mother’s birthstone.
I found an amethyst that contained a white chevon, much like the cheron that had been inside the amethyst crystal skull that had just been speaking to me in the vision. I purchased that amethyst for myself and for the past 18 years it has been a treasured part of my stone and crystal collection. More on the chevron at the conclusion of this blog post.
As to who or what the Egyptian gods and goddesses are, or were, well, it’s ARE – present tense. They never “went” anywhere, They are not gone nor are They dead. In fact, they are quite lively & wish only to help humankind spiritually evolve & “come into their own,” as they so often say to me.
As to where they came from, the ancient Egyptians long focused on the star Sothis (known to us as Sirius, the Dog Star) & its relation to the constellation of Osiris (known to us as the constellation of Orion) and the 3 stars of Orion’s belt, especially the central star. By the way, the Classic Maya civilization that I studied for my doctorate were also fascinated with that exact same star & believed that the god, First Father, came from that star. Coincidence? I don’t believe in coincidences, do you?.
In many channeling sessions over the years the gods have told me their physical home was that central star. They came to earth to teach & to heal. They have been to many other planets with intelligent life spreading their philosophy throughout innumerable galaxies, thus giving birth to countless religions, philosophies, and healing modalities. They would be considered extraterrestrials were they to visit earth today. Back then they were seen as Gods among men, & so They were. Great teachers. Great healers.
They still live today. They are immortal. They are powerful. They are loving and compassionate. They are approachable.
They still communicate with us if we would only listen, & they still wish to help us. For a brief time they were unwilling to have anything else to do with us humans, but something happened. I don’t know if it was the Sixties, or the advent of the Age of Aquarius, or maybe some astrological alignment they were waiting for, but the gods are ready now to help us advance along our path of spiritual evolution and enlightenment.
They ask two seemingly simple things of each of us.
Have a willing heart and an open mind.
Sounds simple, doesn’t it? Is it as simple as it sounds, though?
When you have what the gods term “a willing heart,” this means you are fully ready and willing to accept Them into your life. Once you allow the gods to enter your heart They also enter your psyche. Very deep changes occur on the soul level. Your perception expands. Your outlook on life is forever altered. Many aren’t ready for that. If you THINK you are ready, but you really aren’t, the gods will know and you will receive a sign accordingly.
If your heart is willing, what about your mind? Do you have what They would term an “open” mind?
By “open” the gods mean that you are not viewing Them from within the dogmatic construct of your own religious or spiritual upbringing. You are accepting the gods on THEIR terms, not yours, and not your religion’s, whatever that may be. The gods will also know if your mind is “open” and therefore willing to accept Them in Their True Form.
The process by which you accept the gods into your life will be discussed in a future blog post since I’m approaching 2,000 words with this post. Meanwhile, going back over all the things that happened to me when I was 9 that shaped the person I am today, there was one other event and it all has come full circle today while typing this post, thus validating to me the timeliness of sharing this information with you today.
When I was 9 I went on a class trip to the Sears Tower in Chicago. I purchased a stone display board on which had been glued the raw and polished versions of several stones, one of which was – yes – amethyst. My favorite. And yes, that is the reason I bought the display item in the first place. It hung on my bedroom wall until I graduated college and went off to grad school.
I packed the item away and did not take it out again until my daughter was in the third grade. She had to use it for some class presentation so I dug it out and allowed her to borrow it, but somehow it ended up never returning to me. I didn’t miss it. In fact, I have not given it a single thought – until today, that is.
As I was typing this blog post my daughter came into my office gleefully exclaiming she was cleaning her room, which about gave me a heart attack. My daughter cleaning? What was WRONG with her? She later returned saying, “Mom, look at what I found in my bookcase. Do you remember this?”
She handed me the cardboard with the stones still glued to it. The item I bought during my pivotal ninth year of life. The year I met Christ face to face & was healed. The year I decided to become an archaeologist. The year I fell and badly injured my left knee that resulted in a 39-year chronic condition. The year I set out on what was to evolve into my true life path and purpose.
It’s all come full circle now. Here I am holding that cardboard with those stones glued to it that a 9-year-old aspiring archaeologist bought for $3.00 on a school field trip to the Sears Tower.
Is it a coincidence that today of ALL days my daughter decided to clean her room, find this card of stones and give it back to me as I typed this blog post? Is it also a coincidence that I decided to google “amethyst crystal skull” to look for an image to use for this post and I found one for sale that just happens to contain a white chevron (and yes, I purchased it immediately and had massive chills doing so!)?
I don’t believe in coincidences. Do you?
UPCOMING: anniversary pictures in which some weird energy appears. Debunkers are welcome because I really want to know what it is or if my cell phone camera has a problem!
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What do dragonflies mean to you? I will share with you what they mean to me.
During the summer and into the early autumn you can see dragonflies flittering aimless around coasting along the breeze. Our dog enjoys chasing them through our backyard, but so far she has never caught one, which is good. I wouldn’t want her killing dragonflies.
Dragonflies are seen by many cultures as being symbolic of transformation and regeneration. They are believed to bring good luck and to help us to adjust to changes as they occur in our lives. Dragonflies can also be reminding us to take better care of our own health needs and to pay more attention to our physical bodies.
For me, the dragonfly is a symbol of the Eternal Spirit that lives within each of us. Here is my story about the role Dragonfly played in my life.
I lost my mom on January 20, 2008 after a long battle against MSRA Staph blood infection. A month after she died, on Valentine’s Day which would have been her 83rd birthday, my dad had a mild heart attack at the age of 72. Subsequent tests showed every artery in his heart was nearly 100% blocked and the surgeon could not operate to help correct any of it. Dad was then also diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease (he had been actually diagnosed years ago, but never told anyone!!). Since nothing had been done for years the disease was left unchecked so it took its toll. Come October of 2008 Dad had developed full-blown dementia and had become dangerous to himself and to others. I had the very sad role of placing him in a nursing home.
Dad passed in his sleep on September 20, 2009, 18 months to the day after Mom had passed. She had died only 2 weeks short of what would have been their 48th anniversary, but they had been in each other’s lives for just short of 52 years. They were soul mates and one completed the other. What one lacked, the other had, and together they were an unstoppable force.
On September 26, 2009 I was coming back home after having picked up Dad’s remains from the crematorium. As I pulled into my driveway and hit the remote to open my garage door, two dragonflies glided directly in front of my windshield on the driver’s side where they proceeded to carry out a graceful dance. I watched, completely fascinated. As they slowly flew off I wondered if that could have possibly been a sign from my parents. Perhaps my parents were trying to show me they were now transformed back into the true form of Soul and were together once more, and happy.
Two weeks later I received the answer to my question about the dragonflies. I received a sympathy card from an aunt of my husband whom I barely know and have only met a handful of times at family functions. I opened the card to find on the cover a painting of two dragonflies dancing on the wind.
I knew from that moment on that my parents are together again and are happy once more.
Well, another day, another weird experience for me!
Yesterday we went to church. It’s nondenominational Christian, and during the service I saw this huge self-illuminating bluish-whitish orb!!! It was slowly traveling from left to right across the front of the stage. This church has a band every week so it’s one of those modern Christian churches, songs are very uplifting & have a good beat, you can even dance to most of them. Well, this orb was DANCING! It was making tiny jumps up & down in time to the music dancing along the front of the stage, then it would dance on back to the left side, then repeat. I saw this with my NAKED EYES. Never have I seen an orb with my own eyes, but have caught some with my camera, including the awesome orb I caught at the Stanley Hotel last August that has tiny faces throughout.
Here is an example of an orb that showed up in picture my daughter took of me June 26, 2012 when we were in Rome. This was also the day I received the total healing of my 39 chronic knee problem from the Virgin Mary in Her basilica, which is actually about 2 blocks away from this gelato place that was down the street from our hotel. Note my left elbow & the fact that in this first picture there is nothing there, just me enjoying fudge gelato. BTW, the owner on the 2nd night had won Best Gelato in Rome & came while we were there with his huge trophy and did a dance, so little did we know we were eating the best. All I knew was that it was to die for.
The next picture was taken not even 10 seconds after the first picture. My daughter didn’t like the first one because in it she caught her grammy’s backside (hee, hee). So she had me pose with the spoon in my mouth again and snapped the second picture. You can see in the second picture I have somehow picked up a little friend (or maybe
it was some fresh Italian man trying to pick me up! LOL). You can see the orb right at my left elbow. No one ever saw it with their naked eyes & I didn’t feel anything. I have no way of knowing if that was someone attached to me, perhaps healing energy from the Virgin Mary still working on my knees or even an angel She has sent to me to complete the healing (my knees were instantly completely healed & you can read about that here), or some local spirit who wanted to do a photo bomb. It’s an interesting example of how orbs can suddenly show up from one picture to the next.
When we left church my 15 year old daughter immediately says, “Wow! Church was full of orbs today & one zoomed past my head & nearly hit me!” She said there were TONS of orbs, that they were all over the place & many around the pastor to the point that at times she could barely see him through all the orbs!!
Now, the interesting thing is this: the pastor was talking about Apostolic Cessationism, which is the belief that the spiritual gifts of speaking in tongues, healings, & prophecy given to the Apostles were only meant to start up the Christian Church, then once started up & the Apostles died off, those spiritual gifts died with them. Some churches believe this while others believe to this day certain people have these God-given gifts & so those churches encourage their practice (like the Pentacostal church who is well known for speaking in tongues). He then said belief & practice of such things is a non-something issue, it’s not something that the church feels would keep you out of heaven, one way or another. He then said that our branch of the church believes these gifts exist, believe people can still do this, but they don’t overtly practice it in the common Sunday assembly of members. But he said there are quite a few members who can speak in tongues, heal, & prophecize. He also said as long as such things are done with LOVE, and with the intention of edifying (building up, encouraging, helping) others, then it’s FINE to do such things & to appreciate such gifts. He concluded by saying THERE IS NOTHING WRONG about practicing such gifts & that even the gift of prophecy can be a great blessing to have hints of what is coming up ahead in a person’s life.
SO! All that being said, I think all those orbs were people’s angels & spirit guides who were attending & hearing the message this morning. I think they were really happy to hear such a message being given out to so many at once (our church is huge with 3 Sunday services that all average around 600 – 1,000 people per service). Not sure who the dancing bluish-whitish orb was, but it was huge, about a foot in diameter from my view & we were seated halfway back, so I’d estimate if I were right in front of it that it would have been 18 – 20″ in diameter.
Just had to share! I was SUPER EXCITED to see that orb, but didn’t see the “tons” my daughter said she saw. As usual, my husband saw nothing & thinks we both need to get our eyes checked!
I managed to find time to upload & include a couple of pics, one of which is a great orb!
Wednesday night at the Stanley had us scheduled for a ghost tour. They run them 3 – 4 times a night. I had assumed they were all the same. I assumed incorrectly.
Firstly, there are different tour guides, which is a given at a place as popular as the Stanley Hotel. Secondly, the property consists of a number of buildings in addition to the Hotel itself. There’s a lot of ground to cover. So different tours at different times focus on different areas of the property.
Our tour guide’s name was LaToya & she does an AWESOME impression of Shelley Duval that had us all laughing. She’s very knowledgeable. As she told us about each room on the tour she would embellish by using different voices and chance the inflection of her own voice to add to the drama. She was really nice & allowed us 10 – 15 minutes after each presentation in order to carry out our own investigations of each room.
The tour began in the basement with a DVD presentation of a short 10 minute film called “The Stanley Effect.” The theory, also put forth by the team of SyFy’s show, “Ghosthunters,” claims there are large deposits of quartz and limestone beneath the hotel. It’s well known that quartz and limestone can trap or “record” energy and then replay it over & over again. Many of the hauntings at the Stanley are believed to be residual, however ghosts have been known to make eye contact and interact with guests as well. So there are quite a few intelligent hauntings here as well.
From within the basement we proceeded to the tunnels. There are tunnels running beneath the Hotel created to make it easier for staff to reach different areas. We only were shown one tunnel, but within it two people in our group heard a woman’s voice say, “hello” & I caught a couple of orbs (pictures forthcoming at a later date).
We then proceeded up to the first floor that contains the Hotel’s lobby, the MacGregor Room used for banquets and events, the Billiards Room, & the Music Room. I did not feel the energy really shift until we went into the Billiards Room. It was actually difficult to breathe because the air felt so thick. I took several photos as did my daughter, but due to other activities I haven’t had time to upload & examine them yet. I shall do so today and will probably have something to post tomorrow.
Other than a feeling of heaviness, I did not sense anything else in the Billiards Room. We then moved on to the Music Room that had been made for Mrs. Stanley who had a great love of music, especially the piano, and also poetry. Her original piano is still there in the back of the Music Room.
After LaToya gave her talk I walked up to the piano that is partially covered by a projector screen. Ghosts are telepathic. When people speak aloud to them on the paranormal TV shows they’re doing that out of respect for the viewers so viewers know what’s going on. Telepathically, I introduced myself to Mrs. Stanley. My side of the conversation went something like this:
“Hello, Mrs. Stanley. I’m Nefer Khepri & I’m here with my daughter & husband on vacation. Thank you for having us as your guests. Your Hotel is absolutely lovely & we consider ourselves fortunate to be staying here a few nights. We arrived Tuesday and we will be leaving on Saturday to go back home to Houston. I was wondering if you would do me the great honor of posing for a picture for me? I have my camera right here, will count to 3, then I’ll take a few pictures of your piano. Thank you so very much for posing for me and again, thank you for having us as your guests. It’s an honor.”
Then I snapped a few pictures. In the very first picture I caught a HUGE orb against the projector screen! I saw it immediately & someone behind me also saw it as she exclaimed, “she caught an orb!” Cameras began snapping by the 25 or so participants on our tour. The room filled with the light of flashes going off. That first picture is the only one in which I caught anything in that room, so far that I know of. The LCD screen on my Panasonic Luminex is not very good, but I can see much more when I upload to my laptop. I hope to have a bit of time today to do that so I can post more recent pictures I’ve taken.
I thanked Mrs. Stanley profusely, of course.
Once we left the Music Room we went outside to the Concert Hall. It’s a separate building about 500 yards from the Hotel’s main entrance. It was neat to go inside as that building had been featured quite a bit in the Halloween live six-hour investigation the cast of “Ghosthunters” carried out a few years ago.
We were seated up in the balcony at first. As I sat down I suddenly felt something hit or perhaps kick the back of my left heel. My foot and lower leg went shooting out of its own accord as it had been pushed by an unseen force. I quickly looked at the woman seated to my left. She was sitting with her legs crossed so there was no way it was her.
On Night 1 I was tickled by a ghost. On Night 2 I was kicked by a ghost. Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Physical contact is not only increasing, but it’s becoming stronger. I told my daughter should a ghost punch me she has my permission to her tae kwon do on it. She’s a black belt, after all.
I caught a picture of several orbs while in the Concert Hall, taken from the balcony. Now, I’m guessing it’s all dust, but you never know. I haven’t had time to upload the photos to my computer for a closer look. I like to enlarge all the orbs in the hopes one will show a face like the Children’s Orb I caught on Night 1. For those of you who have not yet enlarged that on your computers, do so. It’s downright one of the freakiest things I’ve ever seen in my life!
From the Concert Hall we took off to the Pet Cemetary. Yes, Stephen King fans, there IS a Pet Cemetary here, but it’s nothing like in the book. It’s quite unassuming and small. We also saw a shooting star on the way to the pet cemetery that a few claimed must have been a UFO. Perhaps, but to me, it looked much more like a shooting star. The sky here is very clear and I’m sure UFO watchers must experience sitings here, but we haven’t had time to sit around staring at the sky when there’s so much to see and do much closer to the earth.
We examined the Concert Hall from top to bottom, met “Lucy,” the residing female spirit there, who was turning LaToya’s flashlight off and on. Personally, I am not experienced by that. Those flashlights have a screw top that investigators loosen to make it easier for ghosts to turn the flashlight on. I really think the phenomenon can be explained by subtle vibrations causing a slight shift in the flashlight that shifts the batteries into making contact, thus turning the flashlight on. However, this remains to be fully explained.
It was an interesting night and great fun for everyone. While leaving the Concert Hall a door swung open right in this woman’s face of its own accord. My husband and I were right behind her & that woman screamed like you would not believe! We were shocked. Stuart tried to debunk it, he could not. The door did not seem to react to the vibrations of the group walking in front of it, nor was it loose in its frame. The door is located on the landing between the 1st and 2nd floor of the Concert Hall. Later on I went back up to that landing during our free investigating time and discovered if you pull hard on the door without turning the knob that it will open. Now, perhaps the door hadn’t been secured in the first place, I cannot say. However, there is no way that door could open by itself unless it wasn’t closed properly in the first place, which is quite possible. Then the vibrations of 25 people walking first up those stairs, then later down those same stairs may have caused the door to open.
All in all, a fun & very entertaining night. My aunt, uncle, cousins and their families are now in town & we’re having a little family reunion after 33 – 35 years. I probably won’t have much time to blog after today, but when I get back home I’ll be blogging more and including all of my ghostly pictures.
The Stanley Hotel does NOT disappoint when it comes to paranormal activity!