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23 July 2019

Theo Hayez is ALIVE we must find him

Two reputable psychics have looked into the disappearance of Theo Hayzes and both have come to the same conclusion - that he is alive next to water away from public sight.

Hayez was staying at the WakeUp! Byron Bay hostel and was last seen on May 31, the last 'ping' from his phone was on June 1 was near the iconic Cape Byron Lighthouse.

Psychic Lynn
An American psychic claims he is very dehydrated but alive.

I get they are looking in the wrong place. I see him leaving the bar and heading to a beachy/water spot. I realize they are looking in the bush, but they need to focus efforts on a shoreline. I see him spending hours walking around and near the water, and throwing stuff in the water as he walked. He was very intoxicated, and even passed out/slept near the water that night.

It looks like when he was sleeping, he got bit by something. The image I have is a snake (not sure if it is literal or symbolic for some other animal????). This bite made him weak and sick. I feel like he is still alive, but not doing well. He really needs some medical intervention, but is unable to get to it.

If anyone has any pull, please suggest they focus their search near a beach or water. Also, he is not near a public access. He feels to be in a remote area (where he wandered in his drunken state that night). He feels to be in bad shape and very dehydrated, but if they can locate him soon he should be able to fully recover... He really needs some healing light his way.
Love and light be with him until help is found. Please send some guiding light in his direction."


Psychic Tea Kay
An Australian psychic has claimed missing Belgian backpacker Theo Hayez is alive and stranded on a Byron Bay clifftop.

Psychic medium Tea Kay took to Facebook to urge residents to conduct a search in Broken Head, NSW, claiming she can 'see' the 18-year-old trapped in a rugged area.

Okay. I'm now going to put this here. I have to. I have been using my psychic medium skills to track where Theo Hayez has been, is at etc... Since last night. Broken Head needs to be searched ASAP. The rugged part, ocean side. Please, if anyone is near to there, go out there. listen out for him calling out'HELP'! Call out to him too. I can 'see' him stuck in an area he did not realize was so rugged. He was walking through bush last night towards the ocean because he could hear it. I 'saw' the moonlight on his face. He is worn out, but has had drinking water from the land. Yes there are other things that have happened, as far as I have been able to 'see'. But this is what is most important NOW People in Broken Head, go out there and call out to him, and listen for his call."

Tea arranged a Meditation & Prayer for Theo Hayez Safe Return for June 20th and in later facebook postings she provided positive updates from spirit saying that he will be found.


Latest message from Spirit, concerning Theo Hayez.
I was shown/told Very clearly, about 30mins ago, that Theo WILL be found.
They also showed me a news anchor on TV reporting such.
When I asked 'Where' he is, Spirit said 'It has already been told'.
I am taking that as meaning the initial message from them to me, about Theo being in the Broken Head area.
Please be safe out there.
Please keep sending Love to Theo and his Family."

And then a final update with a sad note


This is the final message I will be sharing in regards to the disappearance of Theo Hayez.
I was called by Spirit to speak up for him.
I was pushed to speak up about where he was at the time he was there, in the dense bush of the Broken Head area.
He has not been there throughout this whole time.
He was taken by evil people, on the night he disappeared.
When I saw him lost in the bush with the moonlight on his face, he had gotten away from these 'people'.
Unfortunately he did not know where he was when he ran, and did not know how to find safety. So, they got him again.
He was kept in a basement or cellar under a house.
He was also moved around to different places.
The window to find Theo alive ended up closing after about 3 and a half weeks. I did not get called to this awful situation until he had been missing for about 2 and half weeks approx.
I had a week to do my best. And that is what I gave.
I was able to see through Theo's eyes, I walked in his steps.
I felt some of what he went through.
I had the help of Spirit to do this.
On the 28th of June, I saw Theo surrounded by Golden Angels.
They were healing him because of what he went through.
I felt he would come to me at some point to confirm if he had passed over.
On the 30th of June, I was in a very relaxed state, I did not call him, I did not try to 'tap in' to see him.
Theo came to me, in Spirit.
With a big smile on his face, and wearing his hat.
He came very close so I could see his face clearly.
He thanked me for my efforts, and put love into my heart.
He told me he was with his ancestors now, and being well taken care of. He was calm and peaceful.
Yes... there are many details I have not shared here, and I will never share them publicly. However, I have shared them to a handful of people that I was guided to, and to the appropriate authorities. Yes, I still feel he will be found.
There is no more I can do now.
There is no more information I can bring through.
I send Theo's family so much love and healing.
I wish I could have seen more so to find him quickly.
I wish that people would understand more about what we all have inside... our innate abilities, so we could have used them all together, in a much better way.
I wish I could have physically been well enough to Be there.
I wish I could have given a better outcome.
I've learnt a very hard lesson.
I will never go public again with this kind of information.

I don't expect everyone to understand.
It is what it is. I can't change that.
However.. I truly hope I am wrong, and that he is found alive."

Please pray for this young man.



New Developments
"But he was being tracked by Google - so every 15 seconds, Google was recording his precise location. His family were able to get into his Google account, get all this data and put all of that information on a map.

"We can see exactly where he went after he left that bar, and he walked this very strange route and ended up on a beach called Tallow Beach in Byron.

"The phone is a big mystery - it hasn't been found but it was still pinging until about 1.40pm that Saturday afternoon. But Theo's last activity was at about one in the morning.

"For some reason, he switched his location off just after midnight - but we know he continued to use his phone. He sent a couple of messages to friends, he watched a YouTube video, and from that, we can gather he was okay at that point. But something happened then.

New witness
Leesa Horn, a beauty therapist from Queensland, came forward as a possible witness - revealing that she saw a man 'looking dead' by the side of the Pacific Highway.

"She was driving south towards Sydney, just past Coffs Harbour very early in the morning on June 2nd, and a man tried to wave her down," Murray said.

"Lying on the ground next to this man was another man who appeared to be dead. She went to stop, but thought better of it and drove on. She called 000, but they couldn't find anyone.

"This was four days before Theo's family knew that he was missing - and when his story was on the news, she saw the footage and what she was wearing, and she instantly thought of the man lying on the road looking dead.


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19 July 2019

Spooky Stories 2

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Continued...the world is a big place. We may think we all have it figured out, but sometimes something happens that makes you think twice. From time loops in the middle of the desert to towns that don’t exist on any map, sometimes things just can’t be explained. 


Just… So Much Milk
When I was about 12, my mom and I were traveling cross-country to move. We were staying the night in Missouri, at a typical roadside hotel next to a chain diner, so we went in for dinner. It was packed, despite us being one of only a couple guests at the hotel, so we sat up at the bar. We noticed something weird after a few seconds – every single person had a glass of milk in front of them. Even the dudes around the bar. Nothing else, just a tall glass of milk. Someone opened the fridge under the center bar and we saw just gallons of milk. The bartender took our dinner orders and bought each of us a glass of milk without us asking for anything to drink. It was so weird. My mom told me not to drink it.

On our way back to our room my mom stopped at the front desk and asked the woman working there, half-jokingly and half-concerned, why everyone drinks so much milk in this town. The woman said she had no idea what she was talking about and we just moved on. When we were putting our leftovers in the mini fridge up in our room, there were like ten mini-cartons of milk. No brand, just the word MILK in black lettering.

It was a weird place and I’ve never been able to figure it out.


Gas Stations Are A Hotbed For Paranormal Activity
A few years ago, I was driving home from Florida to Pennsylvania with three of my friends. It was late, probably sometime between 1-3am, and we were somewhere in North Carolina. We needed gas soon, so we agreed to take the next exit off the highway that had a gas station.

The second I took the exit, it was pitch black. There were no streetlights along the exit ramp or on the roads up ahead, the only lights in the area came from my headlights and the lights from 95 behind us. The sheer darkness was enough to creep me out (especially because my vision isn’t the best to begin with but really sucks when it’s dark) but we really needed gas so we pressed on.

While driving to the gas station, the only building we saw was a massive, old looking church. we drove by a sign informing us that we were in a town, but there were no businesses or houses other than the church.

When we finally got to the gas station we saw an assortment of giant farm animal statues outside the building, standing tall and barely illuminated. They weren’t fenced off, and there were no signs explaining why they were there, so if it‘s considered an attraction it’s a confusing one at best.

However, the weirdest thing happened inside the gas station. With me on this trip was one other girl and two guys. We had all been friends for years and our dynamic includes making fun of each other a lot, but never deliberately messing with each other’s heads. At this point in our trip, we were all tired and eager to get home. The gas station itself was huge on the inside, filled to the brim with shelves, all of which were jam packed with an assortment of junk food and junk items. In hindsight, this seems weird given how empty the town was, but at the time we were all distracted by just how much stuff this gas station held. The other girl and I went to the restroom while the two guys paid for gas. The restroom was hard to get to as there were boxes piled just outside the door, and the sign just had a piece of paper with “women” scrawled across it in green highlighter.

Upon leaving the restroom, we saw one of our friends entering the men’s restroom (also marked by a piece of paper with “men” written in highlighter). He gave us a weird look as he entered, but we shrugged it off and walked towards our other friend who we could see standing at a shelf a bit away. He was facing away from us, and as we approached I started to get a bad feeling in my stomach. As we got closer, he turned and gave us the most sinister look I’ve ever seen. Alarm bells are going off in my head at this point and my female friend and I proceed to the car, unsure of what to make of the interaction we just had. The second we stepped outside and looked towards the gas pumps, we saw the same two friends we had just seen standing behind us. The one who was entering the bathroom was leaning casually against the car, while the one who gave us a sinister look was finishing up pumping gas.

My female friend and I were dumbfounded and asked them how they were standing in front of us when they were both just behind us a few seconds ago, and they looked at us like we had multiple heads. After paying for gas the two immediately went back out to the car, as the gas station gave off too weird of a vibe to wait in there for us. Sufficiently creeped out, we piled back in the car and noped out of there.

I’m not sure why we saw two of my friends doppelgängers in a gas station, or why the doppelgängers seemed to be in such a bad mood, and I’m really not sure why the gas station had a collection of farm animal statues outside of it. I’m pretty content never going there again though, that place definitely should not exist.


I Did Promise A Milkshake
So back when I was younger I was kind of a terrible kid. To deal with being just totally unmanageable as well as being a child of two narcissists the decision was made that I would work on a huge ranch deep in the countryside of Arizona (should be noted I was a pretty accomplished equestrian rider at this time so ranching wasn’t really out of the realm of what I could do) . On cattle drives it was not unusual to stumble upon houses, encampments and even whole towns in also in the middle of nowhere. These all had their own movie like situations that came out of them but one, in particular, I will NEVER forget.

Here we are on another cattle drive this time pretty far into it, we have been out in the desert if I remember correctly easily three or more weeks when we stumble upon this town in the middle of a canyon that is picture perfect in addition low and behold there is a diner. Like an old totally chromed out east coast diner. We have not eaten anything really of substance for a while and the head wrangler promised me a milkshake for my birthday. I was beyond stoked if not a little weirded out but honestly, after you spend enough time in the wilderness of the US, nothing really surprises you.

So we leave behind some of our mates to watch the cattle who are resting in the shade after getting over this rocky wash and hike into the canyon to go to the diner. The second we set foot in the diner the head guy, this older cowboy who is the head of all of us grabs my arm. This place is packed and everyone is wearing odd clothing like stuff from maybe the 40s or 50s? My head wrangler (T) is a really tough guy who from ranching for his entire life had definitely seen some weird stuff. T grabs my arm (as I am just focused on milkshake and about to go grab a booth) when I realize everyone is just staring at us and there is a really strange feeling in the air. Now we were used to getting looks all the time from being smelly and dirty but these people had these almost fear and/or shock . T and the two others with us slowly back out of the diner dragging me in tow and we immediately go back to our site and leave without a word. I was so confused I just went along with all of it.

To this day I have no idea what that place was or if we stumbled through a time warp or what but my wrangler told me later that night when we were away from them that he felt like we had stepped back in time. Like truly stepped back in time and that place was stuck in some sort of loop and if we stayed we would get stuck too. T never really spoke a lot, nor was he to be messed with, he also had a mean sweet tooth despite having almost no teeth so for him to have reacted that way really shook me.

I have no idea if what he told me is true but I will never forget the look of all those people in that immaculate diner.

Even Africa Knows How To Get Spooky!
Back in the day my dad had a company that rented out 4×4 vehicles to foreigners who wanted to explore rural Africa. These cars were kitted out for off roading and rarely broke down. But this time one did. My dad had to retrieve the vehicle as he’s done a few times before, and since we lived in the neighboring country It wasn’t more than a 20 hour drive (We live in Cape Town, South Africa and the vehicle broke down in Namibia.)

To my delight my dad was setting off to retrieve this 4×4 in the upcoming school holiday and asked me to join him. I should add that I was about 16 at the time and ghost stories never really got to me. So we set off on our long journey and the trip goes smoothly as planned. We get to the collection point, hook up the broken down 4×4 to ours and off we go, no problems at all… Until it turned dark. Now I know Namibia quite well, it has some well known ghost stories, ghost towns and other eerie occurrences have been reported, but in my mind that was just fantasy.

Fast forward to about 2:30 am (remember kids, nothing good ever happens after 2am) and my dad wakes me up with noticeable uneasiness in his voice. He asked me to look in the rear view mirror and tell me what I see. I looked in the mirror and noticed two dim headlights almost on our rear bumper that appear to be bouncing around a bit. My dad told me he wanted to make sure I see it too and it isn’t just his tired eyes playing tricks on him. I looked around and the area we were in was terrifying to say the least. We were surrounded by hills, but because of the lack of light it was just pure blackness against the night sky, covered in leafless trees with pointy sharp branches all over.

I ask my dad where we were and he simply said that he doesn’t know, he’s just been following the GPS and asked me to look if there were any towns near. There wasn’t, not for more than 300 kilometers. He pointed back at the mirror and said “look”. He then proceeded to shift over the center of the road to the other lane and the lights followed suit without hesitation, as if they were tied to us. I asked my dad what it was and he said that he thinks its a truck. Now that in itself is not totally uncommon on these long cross country roads but something about this just seemed off.

I mentioned to my dad that the truck may simply want to pass us, we are pulling quite a bit of weight so we are way under the speed limit at this point and he could be impatient. Dad decides to slow down to 60km/h and moves into the yellow line in an attempt to get this truck to pass. Nope, truck slows down too. Okay lets take it down a notch, dad slows down to 40km/h. Nope same result. We had to drop down to a speed of 20km/h for this truck to start overtaking us. And then it did…

We heard a groan and the grinding of gears and what seemed like an eternity till this truck started pulling up next to us. Now keep in mind these are quite windy roads with hills, so overtaking isn’t recommended, especially not that slow, but this truck took its sweet time until it was right next to us. It was one of those car hauling trucks that has two levels that it can carry cars on. It had chains all over the sides that were slowly clinging and clanging through the night. The back of the truck where the cars get loaded appeared bent out of shape and the metal was rusted and held together by pieces of wood and loose torn pieces of fabric were blowing in the wind. I was terrified. I shifted my attention to the cabin, black as the sky that night and no driver in sight. I’m not making this up, we saw nobody.

The truck pulled in front of us with a groan and it didn’t seem like it could speed up anymore. Now we were behind this terrifying mess of a vehicle and my dad started getting impatient, we started overtaking the truck and checked again for life inside the cabin as we passed. Nothing. Once we were in front of the truck I noticed the headlights getting ever dimmer and dimmer, and when we picked up speed so did it. The lights kept dimming until there was but a spark left. This is where I got convinced something supernatural was going on. We were driving on a hillside and a bend was coming up, not a tight one, but if missed one would go straight off the road and down the hill as there were no barriers. We go around the bend slowly, considering our heavy load and the truck just goes straight without hesitation. We both saw it drive straight off the road and down the hill where at the bottom it finally got to a stop and all the lights died.

We stopped at a rest stop for the night and head back there that morning to have a look if anyone was hurt or if the truck was there. It wasn’t and there were no tracks or broken bushes where we saw it go off the road.

This Is Why We Need Better Electric Cars
I was driving from Dallas to Tuscaloosa. Left at midnight and drove straight through the night with two friends passed out sleeping. It was probably 4am and I had a 1/4 tank of gas which translates to about 100 miles. I see that the nearest town is about 90 miles so I’m pretty worried about making it.

Before I hit that town, I ran into a tiny town that wasn’t on the map. A few houses, a gas station, a convenient store, and that was about it.

I walk into the gas station and hand the guy a 50$ so I can fill up. He was a really tall skinny guy. Like skin wrapped around bones level skinny. Probably 6’5 at least. And he just had this eerie look about him.

He looks at me, leans over the counter, scans the outside, and looks back at me. He hands me my 50$ back and a hat and says “Look, you look like a nice young fella. You don’t want to be out here at this time of night looking like that. Put the hat on, get to your car quickly, and get gas at the next town.”

I was super confused and just said “I don’t have enough gas to get there, that’s why I’m here. I didn’t even know this place existed.” He responds “It doesn’t. Here, there’s 2 gallons left in this can. Just drive another 15-20 miles out and use those two gallons. But please, you need to move now.”

At that point, I stopped questioning him and left. On my return trip, it was day time. So I wanted to stop back in and return the can with 2 gallons in it. But wouldn’t you know? Couldn’t find the little town again. It’s like it disappeared over the weekend.

To this day, I refuse to stop in small towns that aren’t on the map. I have no idea what that gas station employee was trying to save me from, but he pushed me out of there with some urgency and even gave me free gas to do so.

This Is How Skynet Gets You Before The Robot Uprising
So, my best friend and I are driving from Texas to Kansas City. We wanted to pick up some tacos for a friend in KC on the way back, so we wanted to find the closest taco shop to KC. Google Maps says there is one on the way, just like two hours away from home! Score, right?

Wrong.

When we get close, it is near 2AM. We have been driving all day. We are tired. Google Maps tells us to get off the highway, so we do. It drives us through a small town, christmas lights and banners hanging, street lights on and everything holiday levels of cheer. Apparently, the place isn’t in the town, which is unfortunate, but hey, fast food tex-mex. We keep driving, the roads get dodgier and dodgier until google maps has us turn down a literal dirt road. Another mile or so in, and Google Maps calmly says

“You have arrived at the destination.”

We are surrounded by trees on all sides. It is pitch black. It is getting foggier by the second. I turn the car around and get out of there.

We can’t cancel the google navigation, but instead of saying rerouting, that cold robot voice just keeps repeating:

Turn back.
Turn back.
Turn back.

I have to figure out how to get back on the highway, and it is made all the harder by the sudden shut down of the town. The lights are gone. The buildings are closed down and run down. Everything that had been alive ten minutes ago was rubble and regret. My friend is losing it, thinking we have entered Silent Hill. I am furiously driving, watching blankets of fog roll in behind us at every intersection. At last, I find the on-ramp and get back on the highway.

Sometimes I want to go looking for that town. Most days, though, I am smarter than that.

Here Come The Men In Black
When I was small I went to check out a local graveyard (it’s not as weird as it sounds, there was Norman art and scattered human bones. These are neat when you’re 10)

Anyway, I’m cycling in there and I see like 4 guys in Ordnance Corps gear. Walking from grave to grave, before I had much chance to investigate, two soldiers pointed their weapons and told me to leave.

So I headed back home and told my mom what I saw. Explosive scares happen every once and a while here in Kerry as they find ammo from the civil war so we (me, mom, dad, brother) decided to go drive down. This is only a few minutes after I was there. We turn into the junction and that’s all I remember.

I wake up in a field next to the graveyard. My head hurt so much. After I realize where I am. I begin yelling out for my family and I hear replies from over by the graveyard. Hopping over the wall, I see my brother lying the wrong way over a bench and my dad coming out from the abandoned church (he says he was sitting against one of the walls). We go over to the car, which is haphazardly in the middle of the car park. And my mom is slumped over the wheel. When we wake her up she jumps back with a panicked look on her face. She yells at us to get into the car and we speed off.

When we get home we start talking about what happened and me, my dad and my brother all remember nothing past the junction. My mom remembers past that the junction. She says she saw “something” there was a bright white flash.

And there was nothing.

It still freaks me out just thinking about it.

The Grove Of Tranquility
I’ve been living out of my car recently. There’s a stretch of road in the southwest that runs along national forests. One night I was looking for a good dark pull off to sleep in. I found a good one, it had trees to pull under so the headlights out on the two-lane wouldn’t be as disturbing, as it has truck traffic.

In the morning I heard a car pull off and watched as it went on past me into the forest on a two track. I hadn’t seen that lane when it was dark, it looked inviting.

I decided to try driving on it myself, it turned out to be a lovely area, and eventually, I found a really nice spot under some trees out in there where it was very quiet and I could see the Milky Way at night, although it was subzero most nights.

I stayed out there for several days, data service was good so I kept applying, and during that time I got an interview invitation, the first in a long time. They called while I was sitting under those trees, the guy who had called later told me that I had sounded very relaxed.

Heartened by that call, I drove out to the highway to get some groceries and water. When I came back up the highway I could not find the original entry point. I found another two-track and eventually got back to the same spot, but that lane had no place to pull off and park.

Months later I took a temporary house about 40 miles from there and sometimes still use that stretch of highway.

I look carefully every time I pass through, sometimes irritating other drivers; have not yet found the original entry. None of the pull offs have a lane at the back or even a break in the fence, and none of the lanes have even a slight wide spot, much less a deep place with trees.

I am not that kind of person at all, which is why I re-examine that stretch every time I pass through, but I’m slowly resigning myself to having spent at least one night in a place that doesn’t currently exist.

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12 July 2019

Jesus and the cat in the shed

Over a month ago, one of the three feral cats that hang around our house went missing after we heard a vicious midnight fight in the woods. We grieved the loss because “Booties,” with his clean white paws, was the friendliest of the three.

But one morning last week, my wife noticed movement in the window of the shed about 60 feet from the house. She went closer and saw the face of a cat staring out at her through the window and could hear faint mewling. Long story short, we rejoiced as eventually Booties crept out to meet us!

He was severely dehydrated and emaciated. Perhaps he had mice, lizards and insects to catch and rainwater to drink during his confinement, but Booties surely must have used 8.5 of his 9 lives since disappearing. To us, it was a little miracle.

Now, after plenty of food, water and rest, he seems hardly the worse for wear for what we estimate to have been three and a half weeks stuck in the shed. But he has had a change of attitude. Suddenly, he has become more like a dog than a cat, and won’t leave my side. He craves attention, affection and follows us all over the yard.

We reflected on what he must have gone through in that shed. It must have been awful for him to sit inside the shed, hearing the cats being called, seeing them being fed and his humans watering the garden. Was he staring out the window, watching the good life pass him by?

Is that what eternity will be like for humans separated from God? For eternity, they will see what they were intended to have and enjoy, but because they had chosen to reject God and his salvation, they will be unable to partake of, and enjoy, heaven. Longingly watching what they miss will indeed be excruciating punishment. Like the cat in the shed, they will be so close, yet so far away.

It is so amazing to watch this cat and his attitude toward us. We saved his life, against all hope of it ever being discovered alive, and set him free. He now adores us and actually desires to be with us, even more than eating the food we provide.

The other two community cats will come near us when we feed them or deign to give us a nudge of thanks if they are in the mood. But that is as much affection or appreciation as they show. Perhaps they feel they really don’t need us, and the food and water will just be there waiting for them every day. But Booties’ new level of love, adoration and loyalty are heartwarming.

I began to think of the theological implications of Booties’ reaction toward those who saved his life. Many people reading this column are aware that Jesus is the Savior of the world. Some have believed and been rescued by him.

But in response, most of us behave like our other feral cats. We meet with God when we are going to get a free meal, or some other blessing, but then we go off and do our own thing the rest of the time. Like them, we know God will meet our needs, so we give him the occasional nudge to say thanks.

This is what we can learn from Booties’ experience: Because we have been rescued by Jesus, shouldn’t it be natural for us to love and adore him? Shouldn’t we love to be with him? Shouldn’t appreciation flow out of us all day long, and shouldn’t we run to him whenever we get the chance? When we used to be spiritually starving, thirsty, lonely and helpless, and we fully understand that we have been rescued, that’s when we can’t thank our Savior enough.

Being rescued by God should result in a lifestyle of gratitude. Psalm 107:1 says, “Oh give thanks to the LORD, for He is good, for His steadfast love endures forever.” Read the rest of the Psalm for the whole meaning of this concept.

Are you like the cat in the shed? Looking out and seeing others enjoying the peace of mind and the blessings given by God, but you are trapped in your unhappy life? Or have you experienced being unable to save yourself and cried out to your Savior? Have you experienced him setting you free?

And now that you are free, do you live like the ungrateful feral cats that only come around for the goodies? Or do you look for every opportunity to fellowship with the One who saved you, loves you and provides for you?

Which cat are you?

5 July 2019

Spooky Stories 1

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The world is a big place. We may think we all have it figured out, but sometimes something happens that makes you think twice. From time loops in the middle of the desert to towns that don’t exist on any map, sometimes things just can’t be explained.  I do want to warn you on this one, these stories are legitimately spooky, so try not to scare yourself.



Nothing To See Here, Move Along
Many years ago me and two of my best friends decided to go for a day of mountain biking at Snowshoe in southern West Virginia. Now this was way before the days of GPS, so we were kinda doing this by some half remembered directions and an old map. The point is we got very lost. Sometime along the way we ended up in this very tiny little town and we figured we would ask for directions. It appeared to be absolutely deserted. I’m talking not a single person to be seen anywhere.

We parked the truck and split up looking for anyone we could find. Now this was at around 9-10 a.m. so not exactly early mind you. We went into the post office, nobody, we went into the only bar in town which was unlocked, unattended with music playing, but not a single person present. We went business to business to business and walked the streets and after about 25 min finally found one old guy who just seemed to appear out of nowhere in the middle of town walking alone. The first question we asked him wasn’t even for directions. It was “Where is everyone” to which he replied: “Well I guess folks round here don’t get up much till round noon”. We asked him for directions to Snowshoe and he pointed to the road we came in on and said to go that way about 10 miles and make a right and you will find the interstate. We left quickly. We were all very uneasy about the whole thing.

As we left we were about 5 miles down the road and saw a lady dressed up in a state road uniform standing in the middle of a very long straightaway holding a stop sign. When we approached her she turned the sign from “slow” to “stop”. We asked what was going on. She stated that there was road construction ahead. We told her what just happened and she just kinda laughed and said those people in that town are kinda strange, but let it slide. So we started talking to her waiting for a line of traffic to come by from the opposite direction. We actually ended up talking to her for about 45 min to an hour. Kinda got lost in the convo. Not one single vehicle EVER approached from the other direction or behind us. Eventually, she said: “Well I guess it’s clear now and y’all can go ahead” and slowly turned the sign from stop to slow and motioned for us to go ahead. We went straight ahead; the only direction you could possibly go for the next 30 some odd miles and didn’t see any signs of construction, state road workers, or maintenance going on at all. She had no vehicle we figured she was a flag woman dropped off by some crew up ahead. After the encounter with the town and this woman we had enough and called it quits. We turned on the interstate as soon as we found it and headed north and home. Every single one of us still remembers this whole encounter in vivid detail to this day. I asked my friend about it actually about 3 months ago at his wedding and it still freaks him out to no end.

Now I Want T-Rex Pancakes!
My family has a cabin in Cook’s Forest, Clarion, PA. The cabin was built by my great granddad and has expanded a bit over the years. It has a nice little nook at the bottom of a long dirt road off the main path down a nearby hill. There are a few other properties around, but most are up and off on the dirt road, only one is down the hill and only halfway down at that. It’s not modern by any means; no internet, cell service, the TV still has dials you have to twist to get to watch a DVD. It’s very rustic and I love it.

The property halfway down the hill is visible from the front of our cabin, which is where the kitchen window, parking, porch, and fire pit are. For as long as anyone can remember, it’s been this abandoned lot that had what was once a cabin with a concrete basement. The cabin was built on a hill so half the basement stuck out, but the remaining part was crumbling. It also was at the fork where we would ride our ATVs to get to the firebreak, so even though it’s creepy it was a very common and familiar sight.

One Memorial Day, which is when we opened the cabin after the winter, our family went to the cabin for the long weekend to spend time together. Everyone would usually get there in the early evening, and then all come together for my great granddad’s dinosaur pancakes for breakfast.

So I wake up, expecting to smell pancakes and hear chatter from the older members of my family down in the kitchen, but nothing. I assume I’ve gotten up too early, and go downstairs to use the bathroom and then go back to sleep. Looking back, the whole upstairs was just mattresses with an aisle between them, I should have noticed that most beds were empty.

I get downstairs and see all the adults outside, and I go out to say good morning and demand my T-Rex pancakes. I walk out and see all my family adults in a kind of semicircle facing an older man and a woman I didn’t recognize. I assume this is some adult situation so I go back inside to wake up my cousins, but not before looking at the clock on the microwave and seeing that it’s about 3pm.

Now, I LOVED the cabin. I’d doodle the cabin itself, 4 wheelers, and the area around it for months leading up to Memorial Day weekend. I was usually up at dawn because I was so excited to just be there. Sleeping until 3pm was not in any way normal.

I wake my cousins up and by the time they all mosey downstairs the adults are all back inside. Everyone is pretty silent but then great grandpa fires up the stove and gets us kids excited for dino-cakes, so all seems normal.

I was there with my one of my aunts and my uncle, no parents, and my aunt is pretty close in age to me and was for sure the “cool aunt”. So when I saw her pale as a sheet I went to ask what’s wrong.

She took me outside and pointed at the aforementioned abandoned and crumbling property. In its place was a sprawling cabin-mansion, parking area full of SUVs and the coolest looking 4 wheelers my 13 year old self had ever seen. Aunt tells me that the owners had come to say hi (the couple I saw earlier) and invited us over to hang out with their nieces and nephews, as they were having a Memorial Day get together just like us.

Me, having zero thought besides AWESOME 4 WHEELERS, almost ran to the house but my aunt caught me and rather forcefully reminded me of my dino-cakes. I conceded and ran back inside, to an atmosphere so thick with tension that even my undeveloped brain could detect it. The oldest of the adults were acting normal and playing around with us kids, but something was very off. I finally asked what was up, and my aunt bonked me on the head and asked if I had seen that massive cabin-mansion last night, last year, the year before? We’d come to the cabin every few weeks until December, did I see any construction? Well…no..but they invited us over and they have cool 4 wheelers auntie come on!!

A resounding NO from multiple family members made my emotional girl self almost flee and cry, until my grampie (a 6’7” hulk of a man) got down to my level and explained that he felt there was something weird going on. He said the couple didn’t act right, I assumed that meant they were rude, and that we should just keep to ourselves this weekend. I agreed and we went about our day, all adults keeping us occupied with activities either inside or behind the cabin.

We get ready for bed when I see my great granddad (WWII vet) who had the only bedroom on the first floor loading 3 shotguns, handing one off to my grampie and the other to my uncle/cool aunt’s husband. To my shock and awe, my Gramie pulls out a Glock from her purse. I go to bed with images of my little Gramie taking down a bunch of bad guys with her shiny pistol.

I wake up the next day to the smell of pancakes and the sound of adults chatting downstairs. I’m sad because today is when we have to pack and leave, but things seem back to normal so I’m very glad. I run downstairs, note that the clock says 7:30, but ignore the weirdness and sit in front of a plate of dino-cakes that I dig in to, while asking my aunt what time we have to leave.

“Leave? We don’t leave until tomorrow.” Wait, what day is it? “It’s Saturday, we just got here last night.” I notice just a bit of doubt in my aunt’s eyes that I know something is up, and I run outside. The abandoned lot is back to its decrepit state. I resolve to brush it off and enjoy my ATV riding, and forget about everything pretty quickly.

It wasn’t until I got back to school and was called to the main office where the asked why I wasn’t at school on Monday. I told them that today was Monday, what are they talking about. Nope, it’s Tuesday, and my absence was unexplained despite several calls to my parents.

The Spooky Cave!
By my hometown there was a hiking trail that people went to very infrequently. It was along the side of the Niagara Escarpment so it had some climbable cliffs and some very shallow caves that you could crawl around on.

I went with some friends when I was 19/20 and we were crawling around and found a cave that went pretty deep. We had never been in there or seen it before. So we pushed forward and decided to check it out even though we had no flashlights and this was when cell phones didn’t really have a flashlight function.

We stepped into the cave and it was easily 20-30 degrees cooler than outside. Upon looking around with which light we had we noticed it was really clean inside the cave, as in it didn’t have cans littered everywhere like all the other small caves did. While in there we got a really eerie feeling after being in there shortly… hearing weird and strange things. Feeling like we were being touched, poked and pulled and not having any way to figure out who was doing it because it was too dark. We were just using lighters to see what was around us.

We were convinced one of us was messing with the others. Although anytime we sparked up a lighter, we were all decently far apart.

We decided to high-tail it out of there after only a few minutes, convinced to come back with flashlights. We came out to see that it was now dusk outside, when we entered it was mid-day. Somehow we had lost roughly 3 hours inside of this cave.

But What Is Buffer Night?
This story takes place in the mid 90’s, a time before widely used cell phones and GPS. My two best friends and I freshly able to drive decided we would head out on a Saturday to a water park in Southern Missouri, about a 3 hour drive from our home town in Northwest Arkansas. We had never been before and just used road maps to get there.

We had pretty fantastic time but as the sun started to reach the tree line we thought we ought to head home. It’s about 7 o’clock and we missed a turn but my friend Paul who was navigating said not to worry another turn was coming up that would get us their just as fast. The next turn took us from detoured to completely lost. By 8 o’clock we are on a road that seemed to be lacking in informative road signs and zero lights.

We finally see a gas station and are relieved to get some directions as well as some gas. My one friend and I go inside while my other friend pumps the gas. We come inside and a very friendly old man in his early 60s who gives us a very large grin and says “Weeeeell Hello there” it was very foghorn leghorn-esk. Looked like he was from the country but very pleasant.

We explained that we were needing gas and wanted to fill up. He explained that he was about to shut down for the night but would be happy to oblige us. He then said something I’ll never forget, “You have to make haste though… tonight is buffer night.” My friend and I looked at each other and shared an awkward look. We asked him if he could point out our location on the road map.

While he was finding it two people entered the shop from the back and called out for the old man. He said he was up front. The two approached us, A man and a woman, and at first looked confused then as though hit with an epiphany they smiled. They asked the old man “Are these the guests tonight?” He shot them a look and said “No these are some lost children.”

The way he said “Children” caused the hairs on my neck to stand up. Not sure why. They looked at us and said “The three of you should make haste, because tonight is buffer night.” Two things scared me right then. The first being how did they know about my other friend pumping gas out front when they came from the back and the second being that they repeated the old man verbatim.

We clarified the directions to get back on a main highway and paid for the gas without waiting for change. My friend and I booked it out of the gas station to find my other friend already in the passenger seat. When we got into the car we were nearly airborne from the speed we took off. Before we could say anything, my friend in the passenger seat told us about how three men from across the street stood under a tree just watching him. He waved but they didn’t move a muscle.

We just drove as fast as we could until we got back to the highway. To this day I will still have a nightmare every so often about that gas station and what my imagination has twisted “Buffer night” into being.

Know Your Horror Movie Tropes, It Could Save Your Life!
Driving in rural areas in New England, near the borders of Vermont and Mass, so I am not sure which one I was in. It was late… Well OK, so late it was actually early. And there was fog, dense dense fog. Like Silent Hill levels of fog. And like the guy who loses his life in the opening scene of a horror movie, I am driving on back roads. First my headlight just up and goes out, cannot use high beams because of fog. I am in the middle of nowhere, I haven’t seen a house or town in a long time. Car starts making noise, check engine light comes on. So I pull over nothing much around field and fog and dark. I gamely look at the engine, I can fix electronics, not engines. I tighten all the things I know.

Car now won’t start. So I am in the dark, in the middle of nowhere, on the side of the road. Because of the natural rules of how things work, my cell phone has no service as well. It is like one big cliche. But I am not dumb enough to go wandering the roads right now. So I recline my seat and decide to take a nap for a couple hours until the sun comes up.

I wake up, the sun is coming up, the fog is going away… and I am on the main street of a tiny town, parked in front of what looks like the Bates Motel house. Houses everywhere. It was the the creepiest feeling. I was sure I was off in the woods. There was not a light on in any house all night? There was a service station 50 yards up the road, I walked up to it, talked to the guy (who looked perfectly normal), he walked over to look at the car, asked me to try to start it…. and it did. Turned over right away. And… BOTH headlights were working.

I drove on, never got the name of the little village, and I couldn’t find it on a map. I always felt like I was in this big set up for a horror movie that just didn’t pan out.

Maybe He Did Get Raptured
My good friend and I decided to take a trip up to the North Shore of Mass one spring and arrived to our motel late, around 11pm. We were both all keyed up from driving for 8 hours and too much caffeine, so as soon as we checked in, we left the motel to find the closest beach.

We found a little town beach a few towns over and put our bare feet in the ocean, took a walk on the shoreline, took a bunch of pics, and just goofed around. The streets surrounding the shoreline were residential and all oddly still and quiet. As we were hanging at the beach for about an hour, we noticed this really thick fog rolling in. The beach had those older streetlights with yellowish/orangish bulbs and it created this eerie effect – everything had a kind of otherworldly golden glow. At that point we started noticing what a weird visual effect the fog was having and started taking pics to capture it. The fog was so thick that with the camera flash we could see these seemingly-huge drops of mist/water vapor hanging in the air. The fog was insulating and our voices seemed to carry only a foot or two before being absorbed by the mist.

Suddenly we see blue and red flashing lights, which were startlingly close before we noticed them. We got freaked out and started running back to our car and just took off. Although the beach was closed after dark, we probably wouldn’t have gotten in any trouble, but our adrenaline was already kinda pumping because of the surroundings.

So then we are on the road, of course no cops are following us or anything, but we just want to get back to the motel at this point. It was supposed to be like a 10-12 minute drive away. We are joking around about how weird the night has been and following the GPS when all of a sudden we realized that we were driving on an interchange we had just driven. I remember that the GPS said we were supposed to follow signs for 1N. So we take the exit and stop talking and pay more attention to our surroundings. The fog is so thick that we can barely see 30ft in front of us. We take the exit for 1N, take a few turns as directed by the GPS, and suddenly we are back on a highway or highway exchange again – the same exact one we had just been on 4-5 mins earlier. The same sign pointing out the exit for 1N sat in front of us. We flip on our flashers and slow down to about 15mph and take the same exit once again.

A minute or two later, we both realize that the route we are driving is the same one we just drove a few minutes ago. At this point we are both having major creepy deja vu. There doesn’t seem to be any other cars on the roads at all. All the businesses we pass are closed. Houses are mostly dark with no signs of life inside. The whole world is cast in this weird thick orange air. We are completely freaked out… I didn’t mention that this was the night when the rapture was predicted to occur on May 21st, 2011.

So we drove around a bunch more, trying to find an alternate route back to the hotel. I swear we went through the same onramp/offramp we had earlier 2 or 3 more times. Somehow we made it back to the motel – approaching from the opposite direction we should have – at 3:30am. We had gotten lost for 3 hours in this string of identical, small, sleepy towns on the coastline north of Boston. Either that, or we crossed into a parallel universe for a few hours and eventually seamlessly resurfaced in our usual reality – that’s pretty much what it felt like. It’s one of those memories I’ll never forget. I still look at the pictures we took that night every once in a while and reminisce.

This Guy Drove Through A David Lynch Film
I was relocating across Texas and, as I normally do, was driving through the night to skip traffic and because it’s more serene that way. I was driving straight through central Texas going northwest, so seeing the hill country change to desert in the full moon was super cool. Anyways, I was driving with my (now ex) wife and we were running low on gas. Luckily, we were pulling into a tiny no-name town and we could see an old gas station come around the bend. This encounter happened at about 2am.

Now, this town only has one road, and this station was right at the edge of town at the end of it. When I say old, I mean very old; the type that you have no option of prepaying, you simply flip up the handle on the machine and you hear the pump inside start struggling to get the gas from the reservoir. It had the old style tick readers too, not a thing electrical on it.

I, being the young man I was, had never seen one before, so I walked into the store to buy the gas before I pumped. The store only had one light in the far back on, and I almost thought it was closed since it was barely brighter inside than it was out in the moonlight. Upon entering, I saw the place was deserted; no customers, no workers, nothing. However, there was an odd tune playing on someone’s radio that I couldn’t place. An old sounding, upbeat piano piece was playing somewhere around the corner inside, and I heard shuffling once I walked closer to the source.

This place made me feel scared. Not the “Woah this is creepy” scared, but the “All hairs are on end, something is seriously wrong here but I can’t figure it out” scared. As I turned the corner, I saw a young man standing next to a large radio and… dancing. His dancing, though, was extremely off-putting and seriously didn’t match the tune at all.

Though the radio was cranking out what sounding like ragtime, this guy was running his hands up and down his body with his eyes closed in what looked like bliss. He was going far slower than the music and definitely wasn’t on tempo. For some reason, I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even move. I was in a trance as every part of me screamed to turn and leave.

Finally, I said “Excuse me, I just need some gas.”

The guy kept dancing.

I said it a little louder, and he finally slowed down a bit and opened his eyes, and focused on me. But it was like he was looking at a finely cooked steak. He was looking almost through me, and silently walked to the register, not saying anything. I said “Uh, just $20 please.” He, again, didn’t say anything and just stood behind the ancient register, so I just figured maybe he didn’t speak the language or was embarrassed I caught him dancing, so I laid the money on the counter and went outside hoping he’d turn on the pump.

I filled up, told my wife about the weird scene in there, and turned off the pump to kill the horrible grinding noise from the interior pump fighting against gravity to get the gas up.

Weird thing is, when we were leaving, I looked back in the window and the guy was still standing there behind the counter. This may sound fine, but my money was still on the counter in front of him. It was like he was a robot who just turned off once I left.

This is where it gets super weird. A couple months later, I was driving back to San Antonio to visit family, and we figured we’d stop at that old gas station to see it in the daytime since it had become somewhat of a running joke between us. We pulled into this tiny town, and… the thing was gone. The lot it sat on at the end of the road wasn’t even there. It was just grass. No rubble, no old pump, no lighting, nothing. It was like somebody picked it up and moved it. It looked like nothing had been there for years.

Still get freaked out thinking about it.


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21 June 2019

False Worship In The Christian Church

I have always loved music and been deeply passionate about it. From the time I was very young, I would sing at every opportunity I got. My passion for music grew into a desire to participate in music any way I could. Starting in the second grade I was playing in the bell choir, and in third grade, I played in the school Orchestra and continued all the way up through Junior High. In high school, I took piano and choir. I finally got my own drumset 18. Music has always been a huge part of my life, and an expression of my innermost being. I continued to learn and play instruments until after my first son was born. Then out of necessity, I set aside that part of my life, although I continued to sing.


My love of music naturally developed into a love of worship, when I came into a relationship with Christ. I joined the worship band and the choir because it was my heart’s desire to praise Christ all day long. For me worshiping Jesus through music was an extension of my being. 

Worship became the place where I was free to connect with God on every level of my heart, soul, and mind. I would lift my hands in praise or bow down on my knees during worship, however, the Spirit led me. I was unashamed because I did it all for my Lord Jesus Christ. This period of my life was short-lived because the war against my worship began within the first two years at the church.

I began to have problems with the worship teams and the people who ran them. At first, I thought I was the problem because I was prideful for wanting to be a worship leader. The truth was, as I was breaking down the ties to the occult that remained hidden within me, the occult within the church was breaking away from me. The more freedom I gained from the occult, the more strife I had within the church.

Soon worship became a time of intense witchcraft attack for me and it was almost debilitating. It became so difficult to focus on Jesus during worship that we soon began to withdraw from the church that we had come to see as our family and a huge part of our lives. Thinking that the problem was merely the church we were a part of, we sought out a new church in hopes to make a new church home.

It wasn’t long before we began participating in another church. This church seemed very worship focused, giving more time for worship, and making a huge production out of it. At first, I relished in this change. I loved how focused this church was on worship, even though it reminded me of the concerts I used to go to as a teen. Yet after a couple of months, I started to realize my worship was not truly focused on Jesus anymore. My worship time was starting to turn into a focus on myself. I found my thoughts wandering things like “if only I could be in the worship band. If only I could be known here. If only I could be someone special here.”

These thoughts became obsessive and my inability to control my thoughts and emotions greatly disturbed me. I tried continually to pray and focus back on Jesus but my thoughts always came back around to me. It wasn’t until after we left this church that I realized the witchcraft at this new venue was pulling all of the people into a form of soul worship. Even though this church seemed to be worshiping Jesus, the truth was it was self-worship. The focus was on the music, the band, the lights, the smoke, fashion, the church leaders, and had nothing to do with Jesus whatsoever. I’m sure Jesus was there because God is everywhere, but this house was a Temple of Self.

It took time for me to realize the self-worship that was happening at this church, but we decided to find another church because I saw other signs of the occult. We started attending yet another church in hopes that a smaller church would be the answer. However, at this church, I saw sure signs of the occult that I found hard to ignore. After being in inner healing for a few years I knew what programming triggers look like, and this church played them on the screen during worship every week.

It wasn’t just the symbols I noticed. I also began to notice that most modern worship songs don’t even actually name Jesus. We sing praises to “God” or “Lord” or “Him”, but rarely do we name Jesus by name. In my experiences, in inner healing, I have come to realize that many gods are called Lord and we could be singing to any one of them. Most people don’t realize that Baal himself is referred to as the Lord and actually means “master, and lord”.

While many people look at the Old Testament as an outdated or irrelevant book, the truth is we are still contending with the exact same gods of ancient days. Baal, Molech, and Asherah are all still alive and being worshipped actively. They have set up their houses of worship in the very temple of God, exalting themselves as antichrists in the church today. While we are lifting hands in praise to God, the hidden antichrist agenda is silently inserting Baal and Asherah into the place of Jesus.


I have had to struggle with this very real truth; a truth that I’ve been trying to deny for years. Many of these famous bands who play this wonderfully intoxicating worship music are not invoking the spirit of the one true Living God, but are actually leading us to worship false idols. We are worshipping the idols of self, as well as Baal and Asherah. The music itself releases mind control programming and calls us out into astral rituals.

We don’t realize we are worshipping the music, the worship leaders, the feeling of worship, the experience, the show, and who we can be in the worship. In worship, we can be a whole new person if we want, dancing, singing, shouting, clapping, raising our hands. We can be transported to another place, a place of where we are free of our earthly confines. All these things are just another way to turn our worship into a show or spectacle, yet none of these things give our God the due worship He deserves.

You don’t have to worship in a church that has lights and a show to have this form of false worship. All churches are participating in ushering in this antichrist agenda through false worship practices. False worship can also come in the form of just going through the motions or not being present or focused on Jesus. Worship, true worship is done in spirit and in truth. Its an act of humility and a posture of submission. It doesn’t have anything to do with music or bands. Just your praise and humble and submissive adoration of the one God that deserves it.

I have been to all kinds churches and seen these problems at each one. I didn’t want to know these things as God revealed them to me. I have shut a blind eye all the astral rituals in the spirit, the witchcraft, and seeing the flashing images that trigger mind control programming because I believed I needed to be a part of a church system. I needed a place to belong and to be known, as well as a place to worship. What I didn’t understand is that Jesus cannot be contained by a building and He is all I need in order to be known, belong and worship Him fully.

These are things that have to be seen and understood and known. Jesus is not happy with this false worship and He’s making it known because a change needs to happen. I cannot continue seeking to be in the presence of Yahweh but being pulled into the presence of Lucifer. This is not just at charismatic churches, it just took me being in a charismatic church to have it thrown into my face like a bucket of cold water and wake up.

Does this mean God is angry at you if you participate in this? No. It means it’s time to repent. It’s time to humble ourselves before the Lord and repent of what we’ve done. I’ve had to do it many times as I started to learn and see these things and it’s been painful. It has been a slow process as I am able to come to terms with things in my own time. However, I am desperate for more of Jesus, and it is that desperation for Him that drives me into new levels of humility and submission.

If you truly desire to strip ourselves of false worship, it has to start with humility and repentance. God desires our pure and unadulterated worship, and He deserves nothing less. We have been deceived by Lucifer with this corrupted version of worship and it’s time to take a stand against it. God does not believe that you are evil or terrible if you have aligned yourself with this form of false worship. Just as with the Israelites who fell into pagan idolatry, God is slow to anger and abounding with patience and everlasting love.

As long as we come before him in repentance and are willing to turn away from this false idol worship, then we will abound in His grace. He is a merciful God who welcomes us home, just as He did the prodigal son. Let the cry of your heart become “more of you Lord” and see what your Heavenly Father can do.

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7 June 2019

Acknowledging Evil

Some psychics refuse to acknowledge evil in this world. They say the devil is not real, that evil is not real and it is all in the mind. It was many years before I realised that a true psychic will never give power to evil through acknowledgment. 

QUESTION
There is a psychic medium who I used (back when I was still a skeptic) and she blew me out of the water. It was a life changing reading the day I realized that there really is a spirit world and we’re eternal. 

So why would a medium that’s so accurate and gifted during a reading to someone else say that she sees a child in spirit form who was killed at Sandyhook when it’s proven Sandyhook was a psyop with no kids dying? When asked a few questions about Sandyhook she never once said it was fabricated.

This medium owns a huge metaphysical teaching facility and teaches people how to not let your own programming interfere with what you’re hearing. She also never watches the news. I’ve seen this with other amazing mediums. 

What is causing them to not see the truth? Also is it common that spirit will purposely not let you see the truth to protect you? if so why not just give the “shush” finger symbol like you tell us you see?

ANSWER
One I've witnessed too with people I respect. I wanted to know this too, and spent time gaining an understanding. It came to me through though thought and meditation that many talented mediums and psychics are so focused on the light, high vibrational beings and angelic presences that they cannot even consider that dark things exist. It is so against their belief system, they cannot accept these things in the 3D or in spirit. 

I even asked one of my friends who is blocked from seeing the evils of the world, but is gifted as a medium, "if you believe in good, light and angels, and the Universe works in balance, how is it that you don't think evil and dark can be around." She said, "I just don't go there and I don't even entertain it." I have realized that they have blocked themselves from seeing or considering these things because their focus is only on the positive and looking at the good.

I had a different experience understand my gifts, and had to work through a lot of fear. Very early on I accepted that if there was good, then there could be bad. As I started to develop and meditate, I began to realize that the Universe does work in balance, and even though it does not see things in terms of "good" or "bad," these things can feel very good or bad in our 3D world. I respect things for what they are. Because I have accepted this as a truth, I see both the good and the bad, even if it isn't pleasant. My defense is to set protection, and I do heed warnings (such as the "shush") when necessary.


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