The ever changing QR, Here one minute gone the next.
Thank You, I was preparing for a battle with Verizon.
My dead son voice said to me "I want to die." he is wandering the earth. I prayed that he find his way home.
Thank you.
He died this past Oct, these past few days I started dreaming about him. I spoke to him, I asked Jesus to help him, He died from an overdose of heroine ,fentanyl and other things.. he had a hard life. He was the kindest person I've ever known and torture by demons.
I have been visited before, My grandmother, My mother. It's not always words you hear, it's feelings, you feel their anger, joy, sadness, or a plead for forgiveness, or smell a perfume, a clove cigarettes the person smoked, it wasn't only me, my children had the same experience. My son woke me up from sleep.
When I was in my twenty's a little girls woke me up, I could see her, she wasn't more then 4 years old, dressed in a yellow and white lace with dark hair, she frightened me, I covered my head with the blankets and waited for her to leave.
I had my encounters with dark forms. You tell them to leave, you tell them your not afraid, you tell them in Jesus name to leave.
You fight. I have had dreams of fighting evil, I am not afraid. You fight everyday.
Even so, there is still the part of you they can't touch, you know it.
Sometimes its just a strong memory, older houses are sometimes filled with them.
You've got a busy home. Make's you wonder about "Time" and strong feeling event's, memories that become a part of a place, person or thing.