itsachat Writers Ave

I would like to share with you a beautiful heart warming story. Unlike the chilling events from earlier years, this particular story is very spiritual and almost magical. Being a very special time of year, Mother’s Day weekend with the moon at her fullest, I believe this would be very appropriate.

My youngest daughter had moved very far away. I often thought of her and missing her of course; and praying for her safety and well being. It seemed as though when I would think of her a lot; I would hear from her. This one particular Saturday afternoon during the early spring, I received a call from her. She seemed full of despair and total unhappiness. She mentioned how upset being away from the family made her feel. Sharing all these emotions with me; I could actually feel her pitiful energies from over all those miles away.

I asked her if she would indulge me and accommodate me with a very special ceremony I needed to do. She said, “Of course mommy”. She called me that until her early twenties. I used to love that. She asked me what she needed to do.  I told her, all she had to do was go outside and look up at the full moon at a certain time, we were I few hours apart, and she had to picture my face up there. I told her how I was going to be wearing my hairstyle and also the beautiful earrings she had sent me. I didn’t know why I had to tell her how I was going to be styling my hair that night but I felt it was important, maybe even crucial. She agreed to this. This had to be done in perfect timing.

That evening, I went to the park, just before midnight. It was a beautiful warm night; I had offered what I needed to offer for my prayers. I looked up at the beautiful full moon and started to pray; I asked that beautiful moon to take all that pain my daughter was experiencing in her life’s journey; so far away and so alone. The unbearable hurt she was being subjective to and the abuse in that relationship, all her confusion and un-decisiveness, her feeling of being so all alone and unloved, and so terribly homesick.

During my prayers in that ceremony as I was looking up at that beautiful full moon, I was picturing my darling daughter’s face up there as well – it was then that I started to feel all those incredible emotions, my eyes filled with so many painful tears and memories of being lost, unwanted and unloved. Unable to contain myself at that point, feeling so overwhelmed, I could barely make out that beautiful moon as I neared the end of my ceremony. The last thing I had said was that if it was meant to be, please return my daughter safely to me.

As I turned away from the moon, and started back to my car, something stopped me, I know not what and I looked up again at that beautiful moon in all her glorious fullness. I saw my daughter’s face up there and I heard a soft voice whisper “I love you mommy”. As I turned away I realized it was her soft voice.

Upon reaching my apartment, I had to call my daughter. My housemate was home  waiting up for me; he said, “you have to be very careful with those full moon ceremonies”, I guess he was a little concerned on how I looked when I walked in. I looked quite spent, and very pale. I was actually feeling beside myself. I never ever quite felt like that before, ever in my life.

He quickly went to fetch me a hot cup of tea; I had to sort of catch my breathe; before I dialed my daughter. It was around 12:30 a.m, my time and 10:30 p.m. her time.

When I finally reached her, she was so excited. She said, “Oh mommy I was so worried earlier, I couldn’t see where the full moon was because of the overcast”. But she decided to keep trying to find it after she bought her stamps. All of a sudden as she was looking up; the clouds started to part and there in all her beautiful glory was that full moon. My daughter then told me, she started to picture my face up there – with those pewter earrings on and my special hair style. After a time she started to cry – but these were tears of joy and happiness. She told me she no longer felt terribly homesick and all alone. You see I had taken that from her. Those were all the painful emotions I brought home that night. I later told her what she said to that full moon as she looked up, before the clouds covered her again. I told her, she said “I love you Mommy” and she started to cry. Our full moon ceremony was affirmed, with the last little statement. She had told me that – that was exactly what she had said, verbatim.

A couple of months had passed and I was at the airport to see my beautiful daughter returning home. It was one of life’s many lessons, I’m sure a lot daughters experience. Prayers do get answered, with or without full moon ceremonies. All it takes is faith, hope and the power of prayer.

During full moon ceremonies, one has to burn their kept hair in the sacred fire, you see the hair is very important. It is known is some cultures as the extension of ones own spirituality, that’s where ones own strength comes from. This was the importance of the hair being mentioned during that special night of the full moon.

This being my gift to you all, Happy Mother’s Day, on this beautiful full moon weekend.

After leaving off with the previous story….. I want to take you on a journey with me to a lovely apartment that I lived in for a very long time – as opposed to my many moves during the earlier part of my married life.

This was a very large apartment on a second floor walk-up. It was an antique like older brick brownstone with four suites to it. Down in the basement were locker rooms, a well kept laundry area and a very large under-ground garage. Back in the day, this housed horses and carriages. I just loved all this old fashion era. The underground garage was now just used for storage. Apparently, it belonged to monks or brethren of some sort, back in 1914, when it was built. So we, the tenants were not allowed in there, it being closed off, locked up and all. I must admit it was a fabulous building for going on scary tours with visitors, but of course we didn’t. Only to the poor family and relatives that did come over to visit. A lot of particular occurrences did happen over the years – staying in that beautiful 2^nd floor walk-up. I had many visits by my children, and grandchildren. For the most part, things were pretty quiet. By and by the grandchildren were asking me if little people wearing hooded cloaks lived in my apartment. I for one never experienced anything like that before. My little granddaughter would see these little people running up or down the long hallway, it was a very long hallway, more than 25 or 30’ feet. Once in awhile, I would see my then cat, Goldie, jumping over something that seemed about 1½ feet high. I never really thought about it for the longest time. Stranger things started happening, after that. One night, during Oct. – it was during the time change. Something woke me from a sound sleep – a weighted pressure pushed on the foot area of my bed. Like I was waiting, and expecting an unlikely occurrence to suddenly happen, you know when you get a funny feeling, premonition of some sort. All of a sudden I heard a rustling sound coming from the direction of my corner closet – I leaned up on my elbow looking and kind of straining my eyes to see what it was, and all of a sudden I saw a very large python type snake – it was the largest python I ever saw. It was all black with red coloring markings going through its long body – it had yellow, golden eyes, with a very large smile on its face. But the thing was – it was floating about 3½ feet off the bedroom floor – just slowly coming towards me from the bedroom closet, with its slithering tongue slipping in and out of its big smiling mouth, just glaring at me, always with this smile on its face. As all this was happening – again time seemed to stand still. Again that strange vortex was happening. I felt anger as I laid there sweating with my heart pounding with rage; to say the least, but I wasn’t horrified – like I should have been. Somehow I felt strong and I told this thing I was not afraid of it – I think it knew this and I told it to be gone, to get out – that it wasn’t wanted here, I did say this with such reverence; I did not know I had and that all of a sudden it went pouf, totally gone. Believe me this was no dream, I immediately looked at my alarm clock, and it read 3:15 a.m. on the dot. I don’t know why I didn’t check out the time before all this started happening. It’s always a strange time warp going on during all these strange occurrences. But you know, again this all seemed like it just happened not that long ago, and I can never forget those haunting happenings. Still not knowing what it all means, if, in fact, it means anything.

In the previous story, I was about to tell the world how this all came about – with these so called haunting, or happenings as it were. The only thing that bothers me to no end was the frightening events that taunted my children – that gave them horrifying nightmares. How does one decipher whether they are coming from the good or the evil? Besides the gut curdling feelings we can only rely on during these happenings – and all the relocating, one has to wonder. Again, I wonder whether it was the good or the evil that stopped me from relieving all this earlier, in the previous story. Well I’m thinking now, this just may help somebody out there.

It all began many years ago, after my husband returned from a trip, where he had to go and work far from home. The man that returned didn’t seem at all the same. He looked the same but he was totally different. His behaviour, his hygiene, everything had changed. Not long after his return, strange things started to happen. I would find him out of bed in the middle of the night – just kind of slouched over holding his stomach, looking out the bedroom window towards the dark sky. He always had this vacant look in his eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I decided to confide in my Aunt. I told her everything that was going on in our home. About the chanting and drumming I heard down in my living room one night after everybody was asleep. I crept downstairs that night wondering who was down there, as I reached for the light switch further down the spiral stairwell – everything came to an abrupt stop. I just couldn’t understand what was happening. Another instance, my husband and I were heading up the stairwell after locking up, half way up the stairs he suddenly stopped, I was a few steps behind him and all of a sudden he was literally thrown back, with all my might and reflex, I grabbed onto him and push up against the wall. He immediately starred back to me – his eyes were wide with tears of terror and said” now do you believe me, there’s something going on?” By this time I knew something was not right. All this confirmed my gut feelings.

I was told to check through his personal things and belongings, trying to find something – and boy did I find things. My Aunt told me to burn these things and pray over them, this I had to do with another person – that believed in what was going on. I also had to do a lot of disinfecting of his things and of him, without him knowing this of course, so I did.

Not a full two days after – my husband started to be his old self again. This is why I believe in the energies. I’ve lived them, experienced them, good and bad. It’s just the children I didn’t want them to have to go through what we had to endure. In this beautiful house is where it all began. Needless to say, I moved my little family out of there. I changed our phone number, made everything unlisted. You see, there were also these late night calls, asking me why I hadn’t left yet, what I was still doing there. All I could say was – I’m the mother of his children and his wife, and as long as I live that will never change. To this day it hasn’t. Unfortunately, our lives have been infected with whatever it was that got to him so far away from home. But we both live, and struggle with what the children also had to endure. But it gets less and less as the years pass by. I firmly believe; one day we will all have our true happiness again, something to celebrate, the harmony, joy, happiness and at last the peace. You see; that young mom I had to help, was also my daughter – all those years ago.

Speaking of another story, this account begins during the cold winter month of late November. I had received an urgent call from a young mom. She was experiencing horrible night mares, which led to her children and her self too terrified to sleep upstairs. They lived in an older two story house, with three bedrooms on the second floor. It was a well kept house, but eerie as the day was long. As I approached this house – upon entering I felt a little nauseated, I also experienced some weird cold energy. I sat with this young mom and she began to explain in more detail, what was happening. In the beginning she said, her nightmares seemed so real – she could still feel the hard, hurtful imprints of something grasping and groping strong aggressive tickling motions down the sides of her body, as she was being ripped out of a dead sleep – these so called nightmares happened to her a few times a week. There was also this lingering thick muggy scent that would become apparent, especially to the children. Unable to go down to her own basement, to do laundry unattended, was very upsetting to her. She almost felt like she was losing her mind. That very weekend I brought along my partner to see what we could do to help this little family. (You see, we knew these were not just ordinary nightmares). We both started to walk up the stairwell towards the bathroom area. This was around dinner hour – the sun had already started to set. Entering into the bathroom I noticed a strong thick odour – something like the children described but along with that; I saw something big and dark, move quickly away towards the tub area through the wall into the little boy’s room. We quickly followed it and saw it disappear into the closet. All this time – there was that horrible nasty odour. Whatever this entity, or energy was did not like what we were doing (as we both were praying, walking along, concentrating on what we had to do during this service) asking at first for this dark entity to leave – that it was definitely not wanted there. To leave and let this little family live in peace. Experiencing all that was going on in this house was a battle of two worlds. This family was barely keeping their sanity. Their behaviours were all misconstrued. It was as if their attitudes were all changing. And it was not very good. They were being drained of their emotional, mental and spiritual energy. I would venture to say they’re physical energy as well. This was all happening over a period of four or five months. The service we had to do had taken about an hour. My partner wasn’t saying too much – he just told me to bring what we had used outside to the car. We said our good-byes and left to drive to this big beautiful park. As we drove, he said I had to walk out to the park and finish the service – it was up to me to finish out there. As I was praying and walking toward what I had to do I could feel myself starting to feel very heavy – like I was 750 lbs or being compressed from all sides, like closed in all around me. A heavy energy field of some sort, engulfed me, I couldn’t breathe. I was so out of breathe. I concentrated very hard on my prayers, as I was leaving what I had to out there – I turned to start walking back to the car. The road was 50 yards or so from where I was – all of a sudden I felt I was being grabbed and thrown to the ground, thank goodness it was deep with snow. I gathered myself up, kept praying and looking for my partner to come and help me. He sat in the car waiting for me – looking out the opened door calling out my name. As I could barely manage by this time, I felt so drained and yelled “why didn’t you come and help me?” He didn’t say anything until we were well on our way. He later told me, when we left the young lady’s house a very large dark form had followed us. It was sitting in our back seat all that time. When I left to finish the service it followed me out to the park. He also told me, he saw it grab hold of me and throw me to the ground. But after all that – my partner knew I’d be okay because of my faith and belief in our prayers. He was also a little petrified, I think. I know I would be – if I knew it was following me out to the park that cold and wintery night all those years ago.

I believe this old beautiful and well kept house is where it all started from. (I just I had this very strange and overwhelming feeling to block everything I just wrote and delete it all.) I guess that means, I’ll have to save this one for another time.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t share something more excruciatingly recent. Bye and bye, my children have all grown and are now on their own. Leaving me with my beautiful Cest la vie (cream himalayan) & C esti beau (blue cream himalayan). I was looking for a little house close to where I work and luckily found one. It was a cute little bungalow, walking distance to work, beautiful big back yard. I always feel if somethings are meant to happen – they will – if it’s meant. I did finally secure it, and the agency wanted me move in as soon as possible. So I moved in during the middle of the month, on a Saturday. A couple of nights later, Monday evening my friend came over to check out my little home, she loved it. That night I went to bed, around 5:15 a.m. I saw red flashing lights all over in my small little bedroom flying all over, there seemed to be a loud whirling big wind sound going on in there, as well, like some sort of thunderstorm but no rain. With all this red flashing – I couldn’t hear any sirens or anything. I really thought the police were outside. I then realized the little house was too close to the next door neighbours for any flashing red lights to come in through my bedroom window. Then all of a sudden, I was paralyzed and couldn’t move. Stuck in my bed. My air passages were being blocked off again, I honestly felt as though I were being choked. I was alone, except for my beautiful cats. I again, started to recite the lord’s prayer, again with the tears screaming from my terrified eyes, my heart pounding out those terrible words “how could I overcome this horrific happening and with that loud base sound emminating all over in my room” and all these negative bad energies, being so thick in here, closing in on my very being; and then all of a sudden something bekoned me to call out my spirtit name, I did this and immediately everything that was going on, instantly stopped, like magic, Everything suddenly became calm. I was so numb. “What was that all about”, I searched my mind. (While this was all happening; you must realize there seemed to be some sort of a time void – like a vortex or something, like time was of no essence, as if it chose to stand still) During that very day, I decided to call my psychic friend / advisor and ask her to come over and check out my house. I couldn’t tell her what was happening, not just yet, she quickly came over the next day, she was also concerned. As she walked past my bedroom doorway entrance, she all of a sudden backtracked and went inside the bedroom, she then said “who is this angry old female spirit that still lingers here. Thats when I told her about everything that went on the day before, so early in the a.m. My children coming over to visit, and feeling like something was downstairs in the basement watching them, also didn’t help my situation. I was not losing my mind. There were so many different occurences going on; so, I decided to get an elder, and have the little house blessed. I did this, and everything was fine and okay. One year later, I am again moved, way out of that district and in a whole new different area; and to this day I am still being contacted (for a better choice words?) but thats another story……

Prior to the previous story, many strange things always seemed to happen in the homes we were in. Therefore the continuous moves. One particular night as I was sorting the laundry downstairs, I felt I was being observed. I turn around and looked up towards the rafters in our basement and there crutched looking down on me was a big black cat. He had yellow eyes, and a strange long thick tail. I quickly tried to shoo him away, never seeing this animal before, he kind of gave me the creeps. And I’m usually a lover of the feline breed. I did manage to run him off because I immediately couldn’t see him anymore. I don’t know how many days had passed but this one evening the family turned in earlier for the night. As I lay tossing and turning I heard something in the hallway coming towards our bedroom, this was close to the wee hours passing midnight. In my minds eye I could clearly see this strange black cat creeping down our hallway towards our bedroom. My husband lay sleeping beside me completely covered and his head under his pillow. I awaited this cat; as I was getting ready to shoo him off the bed or kick him off. As I lay there, what had jumped up on the bed was not a cat; but instead, a long very dark shadow of a person or some kind of entity, so I thought, it started growing and reaching up towards the ceiling. At this time I was completely frozen, I couldn’t move a muscle or even utter a scream or a sound. This long dark figure slowly lowered itself down over top of me hovering/floating a couple of feet from my body and all of a sudden a saw from the corner of my eye a long thin arm coming up towards my face. This figure did not touch me anywhere other then jesturing to close off my breathing by holding my nose and mouth shut but still not touching me. I was totally in shock half expecting a paw not a skeletel like boney long hand doing this to me. I laid there tears screaming out of my eyes for I couldn’t utter a sound and all I could think of to do was pray. I prayed the lord’s prayer in my mind – over and over not even knowing where I began or ended it. All of a sudden with all my might, I then managed to raise my right hand up from under the covers to grab hold of what was trying to stop my breath (that was when I realized it was a boney old hand – as opposed to this cats paw) you can imagine what was going through my mind by this time. I flung this hand/arm down away from my face and it was suddently gone, completely vanished. I immediately turned to my husband, who was totally oblivious to all this and I said “did you see that, did you hear that?” He muffled from under his pillow – your dreaming go back to sleep. This was no dream, I experienced this totally of sound mind and awareness. All those many years ago and I still can remember it as if it just happened. With the weeks that followed, my children also experienced frightening happenings, and again I packed up the house, our belongings and relocated. Only to see that strange black cat again walking past our new home not long after we moved. You see the new location was where I saw and followed that strange man cutting through my back yard. This was where my children were being terrified up in their loft.