Sunday, July 12, 2020
Hello again y’all, it’s Heidi. First things first, I wanted to express how grateful I am to all of the wonderful people out there who read my very first entry. It was something I never had an interest in doing, and frankly, it was something I was afraid of. Seeing the support that was given to me made me feel glad that I decided to do something a little out of my comfort zone. So, thank you all.
Now, my first entry was about a scary situation in one of the many paranormal experiences I’ve had. I feel like that’s the sort of thing that draws people in. However, I think it’s important to remember that spirits, or ghosts, or whatever you choose to call them, are not always scary. At least not for me, that is. I’ve grown up with paranormal activity in my daily life, so I could just blame my lack of fear on me getting used to it, but I think it’s mainly because I learned.
I remember getting advice from when we were filming our episode of The Dead Files and also from the reiki master who helped us afterward. The big thing was that you, as a living being, have a body. And with that body, you have power and you are in control if you believe it. If something or someone is bothering you or making you uncomfortable, just tell them to stop calmly. Be polite, because they are still a soul even if they don’t have a body.
Even though the show is over and my house is pretty much back to normal, there are still plenty of times where I have encounters with spirits. I can’t see them or hear them like my dad can, but I seem to be very sensitive to their presence. I can feel them looking over my shoulder or sitting beside me, just like how it feels like when a living person is doing those things. For some, it may send a shiver up their spine, but I welcome them. I treat them as an equal. If they are interested in what I’m doing, I show it to them. I speak to them just as if they were alive. If I feel uncomfortable, I just tell them to stop whatever they happen to be doing because I don’t like it. And 99% of the time, they listen and stop.
We hear a lot about the bad stories about ghosts, but a lot of things seem to be misunderstood. I think about it this way, I put myself in their shoes. People are typically afraid of dying, even though it’s natural and it’s best to just accept it. Imagine that fear, combined with the confusion of what they do after they’re dead. Imagine being stuck on Earth as a spirit and not knowing what to do or where to go. You’d call out to people for help, or maybe just for company. I feel like showing kindness to the dead could help them calm down, if only just for a minute.
There are many kind spirits, just as there are many kind living people in the world. Treat them just as you would any other person, that’s my personal belief. If you put out negative energy, you might just receive that negative energy back. That’s what I think. That could just be my optimistic side showing, though.
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Tuesday, July 7, 2020
Hello, viewers of the blog, it’s Heidi. At long last, you get to hear from me if you ever had any interest in what I have to say. I guess I’ll start off by saying that I never wrote anything before because I don’t like looking back on what happened to my family and I. Those are some of the worst years of my life, so naturally, I wouldn’t want to reflect on them or even go back and remember the slightest detail. I mean, some of the stuff possibly caused by our issues with the paranormal is still affecting me today. It was only just recently that I got my medical issues and auto-immune disease under control, and I’m 16 now. So it’s been a bit. But now, I’ve grown somewhat, and I think I can share a bit with you all.
I’m not quite sure where to start, because there was just so much that happened. I also tend to block things off and forget them so I don’t have to deal with them, so there are scary experiences I don’t quite remember. Cause after seeing your dad get possessed multiple times, you’d want to forget it too. Actually, how about I talk about that?
I don’t remember what age I was or anything like that, but I do remember waking up to my little sister, Emi, shaking me and bawling. I could hear my mom yelling at me to wake up, and I was so lost and confused. I walk out of my bedroom to see my dad sitting crisscrossed on my front porch, eyes closed, and mumbling something in a language I’d never heard before. It was the first time I’d ever looked at someone, who I’d seen almost every day of my life, and think, “That’s not him”. It’s an eerie feeling.
He then reaches out to Emi and says something, trying to grab her. She, of course, screams and starts crying even more because to her, that’s a stranger. I’m still stuck in shock and am not sure what to feel, but I followed what my mom told me. I grabbed Emi and ran outside with her, both of us barefoot and draped in our blankets. We run across our gravel driveway to the neighborhood across from us to reach our neighbors for help. After we’re on the road and running there, the shock wears off and I start bawling just like Emi. Thinking about it now, we must’ve been a sight to the other neighbors. Two young girls wrapped up in their blankets running barefoot in the middle of the street and crying. But when it’s happening to you, and you’re a kid, you’re just trying to reach some normalcy and safety. You don’t really care about what you look like.
We finally made it to the neighbors and we had ended up staying there for a bit. I’m extremely grateful that they were able and willing to help. I remember staying in the guest room, looking out the window, and seeing dozens of police cars and ambulances outside of my house. Everything ran through my head so fast. “Oh my god, what happened? Is Dad ok? Is Mom ok?”, those kinds of thoughts. But you can’t go and check because you’re too scared and it’s too dangerous. I sort of felt helpless.
Moral of the story is, getting possessed, or watching someone get possessed, is terrifying. It’s unpredictable. One minute you’re you, and the next you’re someone your children are terrified of, yet you still look the same. That’s the scary part.
Saturday, July 4, 2020
Living in a small house with an open bedroom means there is not a lot of privacy, especially for Jennifer and me. So, when we get a opportunity to get some "quality time" together, we need to take it because we don't know when it will present itself again. One day in particular we had a chance and we took it.
Jennifer had just put Emi down for a nap and I was taking a lunch break. A touch lead to a kiss, which lead to an embrace, which lead to us quietly sneaking into the back bedroom and locking the door for some afternoon delight.
It had been awhile since we had some adult time together so there was a lot excitement and passion. We were really getting after it and maybe this type of activity creates a lot of energy. We both could sense something, or somebody, was watching us however we were too caught up in moment to really care. It had been so long for us so we really didn't care if somebody was watching. Too each their own, I guess.
I want to say that I recall jokingly saying something along the lines of , "you can watch but you can't join. Not looking for ghostly threesome."
"This moment is for us, not you", I added.
As our bliss was ending, or ended I cannot recall, the room was weirdly calm. Of course we both still wanted more but alias it wasn't meet to be. Hey, it had been awhile, remember? I was laying on top of Jennifer with her on the bed and me standing on the floor and as I was lifting myself up, it happened. Out of nowhere someone slapped my ass so hard it sounded like a firecracker had just gone off.
"Did you just slap my ass?", I asked Jennifer.
"No, I didn't, I swear, but I heard it!", she responded.
Even as I was asking the question, I knew it could not have been her as she still had her arms around me with her hands on shoulders. I immediately jumped up and looked around the room.
"Oh my God! You have a huge hand-print on your ass!" Jennifer said excitedly.
I immediately turned around and looked back into a mirror. Yep, there was a big red hand-print that nearly covered one of my ass cheeks. Holly shit, I had just been slapped on the ass by a ghost, I thought to myself!
Of course Jennifer found this totally hilarious.
"Maybe, it's telling you to get back on that horse cowboy." , she said as she laughed.
Needless to say, I was not too happy with what had just happened and certainly wasn't pleased with the big hand-print on my ass. It literally took over an hour for it to start fading. That should tell you how hard I got popped.
Looking back at this experience, I'm still not sure what to make of it. Was it the energy we created? Was it a jealous spirit that didn't like me making love to my wife? Maybe it was spirit that saw an opportunity to have some mischievous fun? Who knows why it happened and thankfully it never happened again.
In the end my ass healed and we got to enjoy some playtime together, so the pleasure was well worth the pain.
Sorry folks, no pictures of that hand-print on my ass.
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