Today is just a short rant.
one of the things that amaze me the most is how people think that what we do is so easy. Tv shows do not show all the time you have to put into this . There is set up , investigating , and tear down. Then the real work begins with going through hours upon hours of pictures, audio and video. Its not investigate and leave. People depend on our findings, and our support.what we do after the investigation is more important than the investigation it self.
My day went really well. There was a lot of positive vibes going on and I had a fun day. I am living moment by moment and day by day, so I never want to worry about things. It was a typical night of winding down and relaxing. It didn’t take me too long to finally fall asleep as sometimes it’s hours. There was a little movement and slight bangs that I heard, but nothing out of the ordinary. I was asleep and then like no other, the visual image of a lady yelling and saying something to me came crashing suddenly into my mind. I woke up like a bolt of lightning hit my head, striking its full force on to me. Once again, the frustration begins. I began to think about it and her. I wanted to know what it meant…what she meant for me to see or hear. I was lying on my side with my arm dangling to the side of my bed, when a brush of something touched my hand. I jerked my arm back and looked to see if it was our dog because usually it’s his big long face that is nudging me when he needs to go to the bathroom. Nope. He was sleeping soundly in his bed like a good boy. Usually when these things happen, I either go back to sleep or I stay awake and ponder. I pondered and after 20-30 minutes, I was back to sleep. I didn’t think there was going to be more to happen. I believe it was not longer after I woke up again to go to the bathroom and fell asleep, that I would dream something that frightened me. I don’t frighten easily after seeing all that I have seen. I dreamt that I was in a state where my body was not able to move nor speak and felt like the weight of something was on top of me. I tried to move to get the person’s attention lying next to me with no luck. The luck was me waking up, but I always know what to do after something like that happens. I called upon Archangel Michael and Raphael for their light of protection. As soon as I called on them, quickly the fear lifted and was gone like usual when I call upon them. I still didn’t fall back asleep for a while, but nothing happened after that and I woke up fine. Maybe the Lord and the universe was trying to tell me to lay off the Netflix horror. At least stay away from shows with demons in them or at least that start with the letter “M” in their name. Damn you Mara and Marianne. I do say they are quite entertaining to me. Horror has always been enchanting to me. But for now, I will stick to my Impractical Jokers and stick to laughter and pure comical bliss. Until, a few days later when my eyes and mind drift back to horrorland again. I can’t help myself. Halloween is around the corner. It’s my favorite holiday. With all the fun and excitement of dressing up in costumes, decorations, and all the horror, fantasy at this time; I just can’t help to bring all to me in my visualizations. Even if it wasn’t my visualization, I thank my angels and I carry on with a start of a new day. Take care of yourselves. God bless. Love and light to all.
My blogs will mostly be about facts and learning about the paranormal. This one will be a little bit different than the others. I will talk about my passion and what brought me into the paranormal. From time to time, I get asked by friends and people what got me into the paranormal. It comes down to one simple experience, one moment in time, that changed the way I saw things and changed my life forever. I was 18 and in a bad traffic accident that sent me to the hospital. While in the hospital, I remember being in what looked like a viewing room and me overlooking the room. There I was lying in the hospital bed. Next to my bed, my mother and father were at my side. How could I be there and how could this be happening, I thought. All of this was running through my head at a rapid speed. The next thing I knew, I woke up in my bed still confused about what I saw, but knowing all who had been there the day before. However, I didn’t realize that I had been unconscious for several days. From that time on, I have been driven to try to explain these things that have happened to me as a teenager. I discovered that I wanted to help those that were scared or didn't understand what was happening to them. I went forth and joined a paranormal team. I wasn’t a part of the team for very long before I started wondering if this was the avenue that I needed. As I struggled and needed a sign, a new woman was brought onto the team. I reached out and said hi and welcome aboard. Come to find out, she lived across the street from me. I believe us meeting was meant to happen. We started to talk and not long after, we decided to start our own team and go in the direction that we wanted to go. This sparked ideas and the love and passion that I had deep inside. Wow it’s hard to imagine it’s been 9 years; I couldn't have done it without the great team that we have and without that initial push from a very special woman. I really have been fortunate to have her support and her drive right next to me. That means the world to me. I couldn't do this without her. We also would not be where we are today, if not for the great team members that we have and had throughout the nine years and counting. These members have worked long hours doing review and with long and late hours of travel and investigating. They have endured bad weather, bad food, and cold nights. They are our Paranormal Warriors that push us forward. I love everyone and they are, and always will be family.
I remember the first paranormal experience I had that I could remember. You know that saying, you always remember your first. I was probably around 5-8 years old as I can’t remember exactly, but know I was really young. I don’t remember the day or anything like that. All I remember was that I fell asleep and was woken up by something very abruptly like it usually happens. As I was in a little daze to be woken up so quickly, I looked on the edge of my bed and saw an older lady that was sitting there smiling up at me. I think I probably thought I was dreaming, but as an adult and having the many experiences that I have had, I know now that I wasn’t. In my later years, I never thought that it could be someone I knew. As I would spend my days listening and dancing to music in our living room as a kid, there was always that one picture of my grandmother that I would look at. It didn’t finally dawn on me until later. I had a visit from my grandmother whom I never met. I remember when I did look at her picture one day, that I recognized that she was the woman I saw sitting on my bed. Her hair was in a slicked back bun and her eyes were big, round and almond shaped. They did seem bigger and brighter than the picture. She is Korean, so in that picture, she wasn’t smiling and her eyes were not as prominent as they were when I saw her. I think she was showing me that she was happy and would always be here for me. She was beautiful to me even though I never got to know her or meet her in person. I can never forget my first visit, especially knowing it was from my grandmother that wholeheartedly loved me enough to tell me she was watching over me.
I would love to hear from other people’s first paranormal experiences. I know a lot of people have had them. Some don’t want to acknowledge them or just don’t really believe that they are experiencing something of the paranormal. Trust your inner knowing and yourself of what you are experiencing. There is a whole other side and you do have spiritual beings watching over you. You truly are never alone and I know that just from my own personal experiences and intuition. Thank you for reading, and I hope everyone is doing well with our shift as we have a Full Moon in Pisces. Me being a Pisces, it can take me in all sorts of directions. If you are feeling affected by it, make sure to take care of yourself. Love and light to all.
Wow. I actually got some sleep last night. Too bad I am sick. I didn’t have very many disturbances. I got up once because my throat was so damn sore like I swallowed a pill that I couldn’t get to go down. Other than that, I slept pretty well. I am sick with a cold I caught from my youngest son. Ahhh yes. School is back in session. I love getting those creepy love bugs aka germs. Back to taking my elderberry and zinc on a daily basis. Summer is over. Not that we had much of a summer anyway. Back to my original thought.
I was a little upset that I forgot about this day. This was the day of my dad’s passing. After waking up, I knew I was missing something and then it hit me. I can never forget this day. It was one of, if not the hardest day of my life to get through. Watching my father take his last breath was incredibly hard, especially seeing in the state he was in. I believe he suffered for way too long and that deeply affects me still to this day. My dad was my guide, my protection, my everything. I have had many memories with my dad. As I am writing this I tear up and will probably cry a lot, but that’s okay. You can’t see me and it will be my own healing. My dad was me and my family’s comfort; he was the glue that kept us together. I feel that I am now the one to be that glue for my family and it does really weigh on me. I always feel like I can never do enough. This is not to make my family upset, but for some reason, I put the task at keeping us altogether in my hands. Now I am going off track. I obviously am struggling with some things, but I don’t want to go off topic.
This day is to recognize my dad for everything he was. He did come off like the old, grumpy, mean man. Sometimes he was. I loved when he wore his hat. It was the same type of hat that Freddy Krueger would wear, so no wonder why he is my favorite horror character. I always thought he could have played the role so well. Although, the killing of kids nowhere resembled who he was. Although at times, I am sure he wanted to bite a kid’s head off for running around ruining his yard. I now know that he too struggled a lot. I not only struggle with depression and anxiety, but he did as well.
You’re probably wondering why I am even writing about this as it has nothing to do with the paranormal. I assure you that my life is one big paranormal story. My gifts come from my father as well as my mother. My father is of mostly French descent and my mother is Korean. I am starting to reminisce on memories with my father. I had a great childhood. Don’t get me wrong. There were hard times. My parents always tried to make fun, great memories. We have many photos to remind us. My dad had a love for camping and traveling. I miss those times very much. A lot of times it was just me and him. We visited some cool places. He took me to places like the area close to Area 51 and the David Koresh ground area. The David Koresh almost doesn’t sound right though. I could be thinking of another cult leader, but not sure. I know it was a cult leader that had his followers behind him and a lot ended up dying there. Maybe that is where my fascination with serial killers and crazies come from. That’s another topic I could write about. Sorry. I’m going off topic here. I have had many memories with my father. The memories of us at our property at Hood Canal holds a lot of great memories. My love of seafood started there. Being able to go and just pick up oysters and dig for clams and gooey ducks was awesome. Luckily, I had cousins and my father and uncles to do most of the hard work for that. My mother would cook it up and I would eat it. Mmmmmmm. Those memories will forever be cherished with my father and family. There are many more, but I can’t write a book. I will someday. I have other passions that will be brought up. Maybe not here because I am once again going off topic. I tell you. My mind has its own mind that can take control of my wandering thoughts. I thought maybe it would be difficult to write every day, but I am not thinking so much now. Okay on to my point in this blog. My father’s gifts were not figured out until I looked into things deeper when I had my own experiences. I remember that my dad predicted every one of his grandkids birthday’s. At the time, that was 3 grandchildren of his. They were all born on the 5th. The girls were born on the same day and just a year apart. I believe it does have to do something with the fact that my father’s family had 5 boys and 5 girls in their immediate family. I try to dig deeper all the time with research and just my own intuition. I think our gifts come a long way through our ancestors. My father’s family had built a park where they became friends with the Native Americans and came to the park to gather. I always wondered why my father had so many Native American pictures and items to decorate our house or his trailers. Then I thought about my uncle who is an archaeologist that digs up Native American artifacts. I had some cool arrowheads and pottery that I have no idea where they went and makes me upset to this day. I get these epiphanies about certain memories or certain spirits or precognitions that I get and usually am never out of my head. I wonder if that is why this Native American woman came to me. Some days I don’t know how I can function with my own family. Some of those precognitions are still in my head waiting for an answer. I wonder if my father got all those answers to his. He suffered through many things. He endured and saw a lot in his life. He is my hero. I don’t see him, but someone I am close to does to tell me he visited. I am not sure why I don’t. Maybe he doesn’t want to make me sad. But at least I know he is here with us at times. I did have one very vivid dream when I awakened for the first time. I crossed a river with blades of grass through it. My youngest son was with me and we walked across to the other side where my father was. I laid down next to my son in the grass and woke up crying so hard. I knew that was his sign. That he was here with us and will meet us again someday and that he was with me when my son was born. I believe when I died the three times after my son was born that maybe I did talk to him amongst other people. I miss him very much, but I know he is watching over us and that gives me a sense of comfort every day.
I have had some pretty vivid images of the Lord as well. I won’t go into detail at this time. I believe I am here for some purpose and don’t know quite what it is yet. I am finding myself. It took me a long time to get the courage to write about it. I will give you my utmost honesty here. I do wish to get people to come out with their struggles and their gifts. I know there is a lot out there. We are the lightworkers of the world. There’s no need to hide. Put it out there. I promise that you will make a difference. Even if it is one person to help and change their life for the better, it comes back to make a difference in the world we live in. The more light and more love we bring to this world, the better it will be. I am off for now as I am drained by this cold. Feel free to message me. I am hoping I start to get some people to acknowledge my blogs. You can always personally email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. God bless. Light and love to all.
I will never forget this day. It changed my life in many ways. That morning I remember watching the news. I don’t remember the time or if anyone was around. It was just me. I was in disbelief. I was thinking to myself is this really happening. I didn’t realize what an impact it was on me, but look back and realize it impacted a lot of people. On this day, I mourn all people involved and all that are just hurt by what destruction human beings can do. This day was when many people joined in unity to help others and where many people sacrificed their lives to save another person’s life or just embraced people with kindness and love that were affected by the day. It changed me in a different way. The father of my son was in the Army National Guard and I remember the day that I found out he was being deployed. I never thought it would be 14 months without the person I loved and shared a son with. It was a hard time in my life, but luckily with family and friends being so supportive, I got through it. Although, the after effects of our lives changed forever. On that note, it’s not the subject I want to pursue here. I just want for people to mourn in their own ways on this day. It may be to say a prayer for all the people that lost their lives, lost their loved ones, and for the people that are still suffering the damage of seeing the horrific nature of that day. It’s a day for all our heroes that sacrificed their lives to save many others to be recognized for their courageous and unknowing ability to not care whether they were going to get hurt. They were there for a purpose. I will say a prayer and know that I will never forget this day.
I wasn’t going to post anything else because I wanted to recognize this day for everything it was, but I knew I had to touch base with you on my experiences. This is my journey to my self-discovery. Last night wasn’t bad. I had a few things happen. I heard a few noises like someone was moving stuff around, but that is the usual in my house. I also saw a shadow of what looked like maybe an arm going across my bathroom door. I again didn’t get much sleep, but my average is usually 4-5 hours, especially lately. I feel like I am going through another awakening, but definitely doesn’t compare to my first awakening. I woke up this morning and had to go to the bathroom. When I came back to my bed and laid there for a few minutes, I turned to the other side to look at my clock and it was 4:44. My angels are here. Yes. I believe in angels. I will touch base on that as well. I know when my angels give me a sign that they are here is when I see triple numbers. It’s not always that I see it on a clock, sometimes it’s signs on roads or license plates or on tv. It doesn’t matter where; I just see them. I am also a believer that there are no coincidences. I also do something that people would find very strange when my angels visit. When I do it, I would rather not anyone see me because I probably look very weird and awkward. Whether my eyes are closed or open, my eyes start to blink at a rapid rate. It’s mostly when my eyes are open, that I think people would think I have an eye disorder or some type of disorder. Just thinking about it, makes me laugh inside. I might actually motivate myself to actually look in the mirror next time when it’s happening and probably get a burst of laughter out of it. I don’t think about it when I am in the moment because it’s such a beautiful sign of relief when it happens. Plus, I don’t even know if I would see it if I looked in the mirror, I am part Asian and have bad eyes.
I am sorry if I don’t make sense at times, I think my lack of sleep is giving me brain fog or brain farts as I call it. My average of 4-5 hours a night and some nights with none or a few hours catch up to me. I can be ditzy at times. Ask our team members, they all know me well with that one. I do go off the subject because of my brain fog. I am glad you all can’t see me because I think I just spaced out for 2-3 minutes. I figured that I was going to put my whole, authentic self in my blogs, so here I am.
Last night of actually not having too much happen, besides my loving angels visiting me, I did get some experiences a few nights ago. I was woken up by a woman’s voice. I couldn’t make out what she said. It was a sentence. But it woke me up very abruptly as I do when something visits me. As soon as I heard it, I can say I was a little startled. I am not always clairaudient. It comes and goes. After I heard her and was lying in bed for a couple of minutes, I heard a loud bang from the corner of my room. I am not sure if it was a phantom bang for me to only hear. My fiancé was sleeping soundly and didn’t wake to hear it. It certainly was loud enough to my levels to think someone would be woken by it. But obviously it wasn’t for him or anyone else. I have had those phantom knocks before. Someone was definitely trying to get my attention. I believe it was her. Not only did I hear those things, but the night or two before that, I got a flash imagery picture of a lady. For some reason now that is how I see them. It wasn’t always like that. Maybe the Lord thinks I need a break. I saw a lady with long dark hair and I believe she was of Native American descent. Weirdly enough, I had a conversation with someone about the Native American lady that our neighbors have seen and that the person I was talking with seen as well. I find it very amazing because our family has a bond with Native American culture. I never knew why until later into my early adult years. That is for a later blog. So now I am stuck with the frustration. This is where I talk to you about the why’s and the what’s. What does she want? Why can’t I hear her or figure out what she wants. I don’t understand. Do I have more blockages to clear to fully get those answers or is my gifts just going to be like this? I have a long road ahead of me then. This is where my self-discovery starts. I mean it has started for a while now, but I feel I am growing and learning all the time. These damn moon shifts have been intense. I know a lot of people are feeling them. Trust yourself and take care of yourself. Self-care is very important, especially these times with all the universal shifts people are feeling. Some people are not aware of what is going on either.
I know I have a little of all clairvoyance, clairaudience, clairsentience, and claircognizance, and am empathic but will they ever allow me to reach my full potential to help the dead and the living. We will see. I have my struggles. Me being an empath, makes it very hard for me to be around people or watch movies with strong emotions tied to it. I have learned to control it to a certain level, but it’s not always controllable for me. Trying to stop myself from ugly crying in a movie is not the easiest, especially when people are around. In these times of dealing with my abilities or lack of; is when I really need to nurture my soul and take care of myself. I don’t associate with a lot of people. I feel that they can never understand me or where I am coming from. I feel like I am from another planet sometimes. Some of my team members would think the same knowing my little fascination I have with aliens. These blogs that I am sharing is for my self-discovery but also to inspire people too. If you are going through things and feel alone, share them with a trusted soul. You know who they are. If you don’t and need to talk, I am here. I would love to hear people’s stories whether paranormal or not. Maybe it’s your struggles with yourself that you need to get out or just have someone to listen to you. Take the time for yourself. You are loved and you deserve respect, love, and nurturing. Comment if you would like and if you would like to talk personally, I will send my email. Thank you for taking the time to read. God bless and light and love to all!!
It has taken me many years to come to this point. For the longest time, I thought that I was normal. Ha! I am pretty normal if you consider that I look like a human and live like one. Although, some people might debate me on the living part when I tell them things that I have seen, heard, and felt. God has given me some great gifts. Gifts, you might ask. It’s not the ones that are presented in pretty paper and bows on top. The ones that I know are for a greater purpose, but haven’t quite figured it all out yet. I didn’t realize until my adult years what abilities I had. The ability to see the dead is not quite as it seems. I am not like Melinda Gordon from The Ghost Whisperer. I can’t communicate with them. As of yet. Maybe someday or maybe never. I do often wonder if I ever will. There was one time one man tried to talk to me in a dream or vision. All I was allowed to see was his mouth moving. I was kind of excited, but then I got frustrated that I couldn’t hear or make out what he was saying or trying to tell me. Was it a message that I needed to know? Ugh. That is just one experience that frustrated me because I saw that he was saying something, but I couldn’t get my clairaudience to work. But life goes on to even more frustrating supernatural experiences.
My life has been very confusing, very interesting, very stressful and very scary at times, I do say. But as time has gone by, I have learned a lot about myself and my family. I did some heavy soul searching and thought about things that have happened in my life. I knew these gifts were formed from somewhere. I never understood things until I looked back at my past. I remember my dad was such a mystery to me. I never understood the things that may have been haunting him inside. I wondered if he saw the dead like me too. I will never know now. He passed away 15 years ago. I knew his time in the military, he had witnessed some horrific things, but what else has he seen, heard, felt, smelled, and known. More into that later. I say all those things because I have a little of all of those. I still don’t know how to fully use them. I just put them aside at times or tell the person I am closest to what I am experiencing or I just leave it to myself to handle or not handle. Those are the frustrating times; I will come upon those in later blogs. At times, I feel like those so-called gifts (I believe they are, but not everyone would take it as that) leave me be, until it strikes like thunder and lightning all over again. The times that I feel that they are gone, I get in a depressed state and ask myself, what am I or these gifts good for when they only last for so long. I get horrible anxiety at times and have very many sleepless nights. Sometimes the dead wake me to then frustrate me once again. It’s like a cycle. When I don’t experience things, I have heard that you are downloading all the information you need to get more information. What is that information for though? What I do get, I usually don’t understand. I sometimes doubt my intuitive side. I am not always right. When I don’t experience things, I start to miss them; (spirits, ghosts, entities, Inhuman’s) these gifts of mine. I know now that they never completely leave.
I remember before my dad passed that he started to buy things like crazy. I mean new cars, a motorhome, computer, etc. I thought he was just wanting to buy stuff. Then I realized later (I just knew) that he was doing it because he knew he didn’t have much time left. But has he really left? Is there life after death? These are questions people have and people that are in the paranormal field. That is why me and my fiancé started a team. We wanted to find answers to these questions and help people that had no other resources to which were experiencing paranormal phenomena. Welcome to my first blog and to NWPOR. I really can’t tell you everything in one blog, so there will be more to come. If you want to know more about me, my family, my life, and our awesome team, please come back here to read my life stories. This team which I call my soul family, has helped me to not see myself as a crazy person. I love each and every one of them and thank them for being a part of my life. They truly are the most unique and gifted people I know. Thank you from my heart and soul for loving me for who I am and being here for us as a whole. People come to us for many reasons. My soul family was meant for being in my life just as people in your life. We are all are here to love, learn and grow with each other. If anyone would like to share their stories or ask anything, feel free to comment. I would love to hear from you.