With the price of beauty comes the side of darkness from its past. Continue reading
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Photographs never lie. Look closely at family pictures. Do you see a golden or white small light in them near a loved one? Chances are it could be an orb. If you do have an orb in your picture, blow it up large, then look for a face in the orb. Chances are, it is a loved one that you lost. Orbs carry faces in them. If you move into a new house, be sure to snap pictures and look closely. It might look like giant blurs or blobs. It could be realtives or it could be total strangers.
A friend of mine recently sent me a picture of her family photo and in that picture I saw three things happening. Two were not good but swooshing by her brother’s face was the essence of a spirit that was protecting him. Standing behind the family, especially behind her brother stood two demons, a small one but a much much larger force behind that. Both negative and I saw some serious health issues accompanying those demons.
Just as my recent photograph catpured a spirit coming from the wall in the place I stayed, capturing spirit is not difficult. Just start snapping but be prepared for what might come through and things you might not want to see.
Don Gabriele Amorth, I believe is his name , as I researched him today, is a Priest with the Catholic Church who is or was the most famous exorcist in the world. I even believe they made a movie about him. He has my utmost respect. To go toe to toe with the evil entities from below deserves my highest respect.
To obtain an exorcism from the Catholic Church takes years, medical review first by a medical doctor, then a psychiatrist then the Priest ascertains whether you are truly possessed. Those who are and make it to the final round only to be dismissed don’t have a chance unless there are others that can remove the squatter as I like to call them. First is the naming of the name of the spirit who squats in the body. Once the name is known, he/she/it or multitudes of them, can be banished back to hell.
I can’t do it. I merely see the past, the present, the future. I can see the squatter though but I can’t remove it. I can get help but it is too dangerous for someone like me and anyone who says they can, my hats off to them but, they can also make it more difficult. Even healers who come to heal you can bring attachments with them to the new person they visit. Unless they remove the attachment first, before coming to you, there might be a good chance that the attachment might decide they like you better than the last body they had.
Why does this happen? Simply, my guides tell me because our souls have a void in them. Kind of like a wound. When we are beat up by the world, not spiritually fit, entities see it as an opportunity to set up a home in our bodies. It could result from doing something that is not right in our God’s eyes and whammo, there you go.
I was riding in a car with my ex husband years ago after my twins death. As I laid back in the passenger seat, i saw a white like a fog come out of my chest. I thought it was my soul leaving my body. I offered to trade my soul for my twins if God would accept her into his kingdom. Jesus already did that for me so I didn’t have to but somehow, I knew what had happened. My spirit, my soul left my body. After that incident, I was less than human in my actions, hurting others, not doing the right thing. Today, my life is full of God’s goodness. I try to take others into consideration first, helping them, not me. Yes, we all go through life and the consequences of what we have done. I did, but now, I don’t pay for it as I have a higher power in my life but others are not so lucky. I was lucky in that I was not possessed during that time.
Usually during incidents of not being spiritually fit or doing the wrong thing, acting or behaving badly as I like to call it, whether it be an affair, stealing, even to not being honest, we allow other negative energies to come in, not realizing it. They see it as their opportunity to set up camp and live in our bodies. During that time of my bad existence, my ex husband said that when i went to sleep, I was speaking in Aramaic to Amy. I don’t speak Aramaic. She was reaching out to me to help me.
When the squatter as I like to call them decides to set up shop in our bodies, we become even more evil, lack emotion, body parts start to separate, we speak in languages we don’t know, and just become vile. Over time our bodies decay and the squatter shoves our soul to the back of the line. It is still in there but hard to hear from the evil entity. Time to call in the big guns and get help I would say.
There are ways to remove the squatter or make them extremely agitated so that they want to leave before the last resort of an exorcism. but usually that is what it takes to remove them is the last resort of an exorcism. One is to constantly surround yourself in white light of God’s love and keep open bibles in the rooms of your house. Another is to go to church or an organized religious house. Most squatters don’t like churches. The person possessed can’t go near one or they get physically ill in one.
If you are a psychic and speak to a person who is possessed, your body suffers the consequences. For me, the evil entity knows I am trying to help the person afflicted and they know me, just as a spirit knows I am helping their loved ones left behind. They visit me long before the actual reading. With a possession, they can’t just leave the squatters body but they can send messages that say, try to get rid of me. They have and still do. They can’t win because I am centered in my higher power.
When you are following a honest path, a “good life” meaning, you are kind, you are giving, you show love and live honesty in all you do, you don’t allow an easy path for a squatter. If you don’t follow a good honest path, it is kind of like having an open door with open for business sign hung around your neck. Good Karma begets good Karma. Bad Karma is a bitch as we say. The bitch decides to move in and kicks your soul out. I liken the bitch to a really bad ass ex that destroys us emotionally, physically and mentally. Time to move them out.
When I saw the arch angel Michael in 2000, I knew I had another chance at life. I knew I had a great fighter on my side. I won.
It’s been a while since I posted simply because I have been working non stop and have had no time to even iron my pants for work,much less write about the dead or my experiences with them.
This is kind of hard to ignore though. Ever since Joe’s mother died, Joe has had her phone. It is comforting for him to hear her voice when he dials the number and her voice recording comes on. Well, comforting for him. Not for me. Not by a long shot.
For two weeks after she died, I would call Joe on that particular phone and for two weeks straight, she would answer first, then Joe. Each time I was freaked out and threw the phone with a scream to follow. Only one other time in my life has someone I knew answered the phone after they were dead or used the phone as communication and that was my identical twin sister Amy.
One time I was driving and when I heard her answer, I almost wrecked the brand new car I was driving. It happened again tonight. This lets Joe know she is still around but for me, well, you would think that maybe she might say something like, Hi Mary, it’s Rose. Still here or something to the fact to let me know she was not going to spook me everytime I called or even an inkling to let me know she was still around but nooooooooo. So I just started calling Joe on his old phone.
Yes, we psychics still get chills up our spines and freaked out from time to time. Usually it is in a very scary ghost movie or something we were not expecting such as this that totally throws us off guard.
It started with one young man. I came out of the grocery store tonight and was walking to my car when I spotted one young man not too far from it. I glanced back at him and he stared at me. I was afraid I was going to get jacked. So I unlocked my car when another male approached me asking me for a dollar. He was smaller than me, had a ponytail, and was shy with a sweet smile.. I stood there for about five seconds not saying a word, reading him silently and told him he needed to ask the people going into the store, not the ones coming out of the store. The people going in had money. The people coming out have spent their money. He smiled and said, “okay and looked own sheepishly. He was not good at begging and I knew he wasn’t telling me the truth. I assumed he needed it for food. I knew he needed it for food. So before I even put my groceries in the car, I reached into my pocket and gave him a dollar. I said, “just so you know, I am a psychic and I know this is not for bus fare.”
“No way, what?” was his response.
“Yes, way, I am psychic.”
“You mean, you are one of the those people who sees the future?”
I think they were misguided on what I truly did. I smiled and said, “well, yes, I can do that to.
His friend challenged me.
Geez, really people?? Challenge? No you didn’t just do that. Have some respect when a psychic tells you they are a psychic. I don’t tell strangers, or at least not yet, but I just did. Hey, I am getting the courage up to say it to strangers. Usually I just acknowledge the dead standing behind the living and walk on. Not this time. I hate that shit when I am challenged. It’s like I have to prove myself over and over but it was okay. They needed to hear what I was seeing. So, I told him about his deceased great grandmother in Haiti. What she looked like, what she wore to include the scarf around her head to his GED, to him thinking about enlisting in the military. I He turned white and he wasn’t white. I proceeded to make friends with these two young males and tell them everything I saw. I am especially concerned about the kid with the ponytail, the one who is not a good beggar. There was something about him that warmed my heart. Maybe because I knew he was a good kid.
I read both of them, outside Publix, with my ice cream melting I gave them my website address and I also kind of shocked them to the core.
About an hour later, I am walking outside around my house, feeding the neighborhood cats when I hear a lot of young guys which sound like a gang. They are coming my way. I hid behind the ficus bushes and watched them. There were the two boys I read outside Publix. I yelled at them. They turned around and stared at me.
I said, it’s the psychic, Mary.
THey came running over to me so happy to see. My visions were correct. The dollar was not for bus fare but for food. They yelled at their friends to come over and soon 7 young men were standing there. All wanted to know what I saw for them. The two young boys told them what I did and what I saw. Quickly these seven men turned into 11 when the others heard about my ability.
They all received readings, some more than others but to think It all started with pan handling.
I hope I made an impact on some really young lives and maybe they will heed the guidance their deceased loved ones left for them.
Okay, so this smell of cigarettes has been following me for two days, even around midnight last night in my bedroom. I got up and looked outside to make sure no one was smoking outside my house. They couldn’t because I have fences and gates surrounding me but the cigarette trail just enveloped me. I gave up smoking about 11 years ago and today, the smell trail finally moved on. I know who it was now. Joe, my friend, well, his father smoked. Actually, he died of lung cancer and last night his mother died, Rose, leaving Joe all alone. He is really not all alone as he has me and his sister Judy and brother Dan but when a person loses both parents, you have the feeling of being abandoned. Joe even told me today he made the comment two nights ago that he was all alone and that when his mother died he would be. His father came to check in on me and make sure I was there to take care of his Joey.
So, the cigarette smoke belonged to his dad. He came not only to get Rose, his beloved wife of 59 years but to also make sure I was going to look after Joe, make sure he would be okay. When I figured out who it was, I said, you have no worries. I will take care of him and he so will his sister and brother. He will be okay. I will make sure of it. I knew he wanted to hear that.
It’s not like they come right out and say, Hey, Mary, I am Joe’s father. I am here to insure that my son will be taken care of by you that he won’t be left abandoned.. Can you promise me that? It’s not like that at all. They hang around until us living humans, the ones with the supposed brains in our heads figure it out. Okay, so it took me two days, but I got it. I am accurate, dead accurate, sorry, but never said I was quick. lol.
Then the cigarette smell dissipated and left. I have not smelled it since this morning. Joe’s dad was trying to get my attention and to make sure his son would be okay. He will be. Now Joe’s father can collect his beautiful wife Rose and go. Go with God.
It has followed me throughout my tiny for the past two days and nights. At first I thought the smell of smoke was my Daddy who smoked a pipe. Then I thought, it is the father of the lady I am supposed to read tomorrow. Then I thought it was my twin sister Amy, nope. None of the above. It is someone I should know and they are here for a reason. They came to me but I really don’t know who it is. It could be Joe’s father who came for his mother Rose tonight. It’s not like it stays constantly but is intense and surrounds me and right now it is in my bedroom. Creepy. but had to share this. I guess I will find out who this was one way or another, over time. I suspect it is my father but it could be anybody in my life or someone else’s..
It has plaqued me since age 8. Now that I look back after the dream finally had an ending, I see it was a forewarning of events to come and had I known this, I would have been better prepared but when are we truly prepared for death? Never, but it is a fact of life.
It first came to me as a child at age 8, then again at 16, then in my twenties several times, then in my thirties, and every week in my late thirties. I would awake in cold sweats and cry. I had an impeding doom feeling that my life would end at 36. Then the age changed to 38.
I specifically remember telling Amy, at age 16, my identical twin sister that I saw myself die in my dreams. We were standing in front of the mirror in my parents house getting ready for school. Her eyes became big. She was so beautiful and I felt like the ugly duckling compared to her. Even though we both had red auburn hair and cat like eyes eyes, she was so much more worldly than me. Amazing how one twin views the other.
The dream had significance then. As a child I was too young to understand it and didn’t pay too much attention.
At age 38. the dream kept reappearing whenever I went to sleep. The body was still the same, laying on a bare mattress, in a bare room, face down. The atmosphere was of despair, grey.
This time, the colors came in. The sweat pants we wore were not of my color but the color Amy had, turquoise. The sweat shirt was grey, not my color and this time, the face was revealed, it was Amy. I had been seeing Amy’s death all these years thinking it was mine.
I rushed to the phone desperately trying to reach her. She was in Italy in Venice and I was in Costa Rica. Two worlds apart. Finally, I woke her up. I begged her to go to the doctors, begged her, crying and beseeching her. She never went, scared that she would be hospitalized. Fear ruled her world.
Before I hung up, I told her I loved her very much. I always would and I would call her before I reached Panama.
I never got the chance. One week later, Richard, my ex was crying on the aft deck of the yacht we worked on. I had just woken up and walked outside. Then I knew. Amy was dead.
My world fell apart. I saw it happening but I couldn’t stop it in time. One week to a lifetime of dreams couldn’t stop what God had planned. I realize that now. I am only the messenger.
There is a reason i am here and she is not and I only wish a dream would tell me.