I feel this~
the choice to live without peace,
in order for there to be peace~
In my heart, there is a home for peace.
In my world, there is none to be found.
A smile here and there, a remembrance of dancing freely in my colorful past...
but now there is only darkened glass..
I can close my eyes and remember feeling free in the light and wish it ...
still so....
still possible to love~♥that freely again.
Lo, I could go~to a time and place, my children have never seen~
Or I could make their dreams in the remembrance of mine~ demand their time~
We give so many dreams (to them) on videos and trips to "fantasylands".....
is it because we know the real ability for them to have our dreams is past??
That last veil is still dancing for me but I stay resolved to not let it fall~
nor let the weight of many gold coins, block me from seeing it wave~~
That is my lasting freedom~
my power and my perception.....
the last thing which has not been commercially removed, is my spirit~
it lives and dies with me~
Let them call me "dark"~
I am thus and proud of it~
It is because I have danced in the lights and seen truths
which would drive many to seek "strength" in bottles of delusion or mantras of peace~
I am in the darkness to define the light better~
my mind's theater~
my screening for the dreams~
to capture for my children.
Be it said, I searched earnestly in all corners and under all covers of lies~
Let the Universe declare my efforts, deserved vanity...
but only for the effort of it and not for my pride~
only for the strongest love inside~
the love of hope, the love of the dream
and the charity of my time to a better purpose...
Maybe it is the "Scot" in me, the Douglas Clan's motto of "Never in the rear" but always leading with the battle cry,
I would rather it be my Father's side of the Lockheart's, motto being "The one's who unlock hearts"
I know my posts are too long,
how does one express themselves without words??
I would love to see everyone's declarations to fight for the dreams of our children!!
That is just who I am and why I admire strong leaders...
words without actions, are only good in love songs...
Wednesday at 5:26pm
Immortality is earned not bought.
Of all of the historical events..two others come to mind.
First, is Bastille Day and the storming of the Palace and the beheading of Marie Antoinette....
by the people for the people...
a little known French man by the name of Napoleon became leader of the French Revolution.
Napoleon is known for his great love of ...
See Morehis children,
people were amazed that he would get down on the floor and allow them to ride on him like he was a horse..
His love for them did not stop because of anything else..not even the business of the day ;)
The next is Isis, her tragedy is so sad to me
and her spirit is so much with me these days.
Imagine no greater tragedy than having your husband (Osiris)
who is literally your brother,
whom you have known all of your life,
murdered by one of your children (Seth)
and that child murdered by your other child (Horus).
I cannot imagine but have perceived the sadness of this kind of loss....
How do you reside in the heavens with the shame of this?
How do you make peace with that curse?
Right now,
I believe that her strength is coming to light
and her determination as well as a lifetime of my own experiences are coming together.
The archaeologists are digging into the labyrinths in Giza.
Please send her your love today?
It is my understanding that she is here to end a very old curse brought about by the savagery of her own family
and the great love that she harbors for mankind.
After the innumerable years she has waited for this day...
she deserves a proper welcome and thanks.
I believe that a goddess wants love more than praise..
wants peace more than anything...especially if she is female........
It is why Osiris would not be the one returning for this day,
he is a murdered angry father, husband and brother.
He is the grandfather to cursed children and a land divided forever.
All things of unity are of God, all things of division are of evil.
I send my love to all of you through Isis love ♥
for all of them and it is in hopes of resurrecting an understanding for all people of what can be put to rest and what should not...
A really great book, by the author of Ben Hur, Lewis Wallace....
"The First Christmas" it is a most unusual rendition of the story of Christ's birth.
The recognition of Mary by the town's keeper....
the fact that she was a very young pregnant woman and Joseph begged for her to spend the night anywhere
but on ground colder than the climate of Nazareth,
fearing for her dead upon the frosted morning ground....
I was led to this book last night
and it's great beauty is in there and things that I had forgotten emerged.
There were no mangers in Bethlehem,
where they spent the night was in the caves of the people of King David
whom the book says,
include both Mary and Joseph but Mary most resembled King David.
She pulled back her veil as to the proof of it
and when the city keeper saw her golden hair and blue eyes,
he recognized her as a descendant and a person who had a blood right to sleep in her ancestor's cave that night..
The caves were used by Bedouin tribes to keep their animals...
because they could block the entrance ways.
There is much more to this story but suffices to say that blood carries with it two things...
great honor or great disgrace....
it is made fine with integrity and action
and it carries the actions of the people who will stand up for truth and love~
I wonder if Lewis Wallace carried the blood of his family's heritage with it too??
I wonder if he was a descendant of William Wallace??
Blessings and love to all of you ;))
Yesterday at 10:12am
Monday, June 7, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Visitor from the tomb
On Sunday, May 30, 2010:
I came home after visiting the graves of my grandparents with my father to see several video which were sent to my Facebook inbox.
The person sending it was Myth Seeker and he had asked that I respond to his email "What I thought of it"?
I am not usually interested in the Egyptian mythology but I decided to take a look anyway and to respond to him.
Myth Seeker
May 30 at 6:38pm Story goes something like this.
There was a man called Edgar Cayce. He prophecies-ed that Atlantians left their knowledge on couple places around the world.
One of them is under the sphinx. Watch this video, it is simple great video...
http://www.hidden-truth.org/index.php/video/Ancient-Civilizations/Edgar-Cayce-Atlantis-Prophecies.html
Then check out this one:
http://www.hidden-truth.org/index.php/video/Ancient-Civilizations/Osiris-Shaft-Tomb-100-Feet-Deep.html
And to see for your self is there anything to it watch this video.
http://www.hidden-truth.org/index.php/video/Ancient-Civilizations/Giza-Plateau-Excavation-Photos-May-2010.html
Now tell me what You think about all this ;)
Tammy May 30 at 8:07pm
My reply is that the walls inside of this place have a knowledge of what occurred in this chamber.
I see flashes..not of hieroglyphics but of white writings in the stone...like an ancient form of invisible ink.
I feel as though there is a common chemical which is going to bring to light a form of communication which we did not previously realize was there.
I am Tambra, which means "seal" in both ancient Sanskrit and Arabic...my name is also synonymous with copper....I don't know why I feel compelled to tell you that but I have become almost like an oracle in the past few months..you ask the question..I already have the answer..
I have very bizarre REM sleep patterns (all of my life) but his story is something I want to see more on..it is part of my path....If you have a question..please ask....I am that person for that purpose...if you are looking, even my name comes out to a code from centuries of history that fall in place like tumblers of a lock.
I will leave it at this. If you want more.or get stuck, i am here, always.
Tammy May 30 at 10:11pm
It is not invisible ink...it is writing in lights
And I see 300 people dying...
The men need to get out of there..I am writing back to you to tell you this...They are not entering her chamber right...she is pissed off and is screaming mad!!
From there, I became aware that I was not alone any longer....I had a spirit visitor. I am used to very vivid dreaming but this was something very different: I contacted friends of mine to try to help me to deal with it in the best way possible. It took all of about an hour of pacing and re adjusting to get through this:
Tammy May 30 at 10:19pm
Those damned videos have opened pandora's box in my head!!
I see writing in lights on the white stone walls in the tombs of Osiris!
And a woman is in my head and she is PISSED off...
I see 300 people getting killed because they had invaded her bedchamber like...a "hedgehog" or some digging animal that shits all over the
place and she is pissed off!!
Tammy May 30 at 10:21pm
She says that she is from before time..that she is alone and that we are known to each other..it is so fucked up.....
Karen Ω May 30 at 10:24pm
Well you know they are doing secret excavations at Giza at the moment... it might have something to do with that. They are not allowing anyone to see what they have found .... can you see her, yes keep writing down what she's saying and you are seeing. I'm so busy at the moment with Jose's movie, contacting agents and celebs, I'm like a fart in a bottle pinging off the sides. You said she "looked" like a hedgehog - that actually mean something to me.... keep writing!
Tammy May 30 at 10:26pm
I am reeling..she stands very tall..much taller than any mummy but she is not a mummy..she says that people presume wrongly..
Tammy May 30 at 10:30pm
And she is a clear hologram vision....not a hedgehog..she says that the men digging into her bedchambers are like animals..like "hedgehogs" or some similar animal...that they are crude and their eyes are rude...the writing is coming out of all of the walls unto her....her is her and me..like coding the same..
I can read hieroglyphics but it is not that anyway..it is knowledge. All knowledge...
That tomb is going to open soon....and the energy inside is going to come out..the knowledge is there and they are already removing things that they should not move...she is really in my head pissed off!!
Karen Ω May 30 at 10:30pm
Does she look like a hedgehog though? As that is extremely sacred to them - they drew them along with the Crocodiles but the Hedgehog is actually larger than a "person", stands on two feet not four. Same?
Tammy May 30 at 10:32pm
How they touch those things are going to unleash death to the first 300 who are digging wrongly...they will end up in death...
But the knowledge is loosed improperly...vainly and wrongly, with the wrong intentions and use than what it is supposed to be for.
Tammy May 30 at 10:34pm
She is sick..and expected more of us but is here nonetheless....and will deliver what we look for and she says that the "head was a joke" it was the only funny thing that she has eluded to at all
Tammy May 30 at 10:35pm
No, she is a really tall woman..6+ feet
Tammy May 30 at 10:36pm
But she is damnable angry woman..but not at me..not mad at me..like being mad at me is not her intention..she is asking for women??
Tammy May 30 at 10:36pm
I hate it because I do not know any mythology..I suck at it!!
Tammy May 30 at 10:37pm
At first I thought the writing was invisible ink of sorts...that it would take a common chemical to show up..that was before she started talking in my head.
Karen Ω May 30 at 10:38pm
Well they are certainly digging and bring things out and NOT allowing the press or anyone in on it. So they must be finding "a lot" of things. and she's right the men doing this are all "dogs" and hedgehogs as they're not doing it right - I'm not surprised she is pissed off.
Tammy May 30 at 10:38pm
And then the vision of her...all of the walls are lit with words..like the stones themselves see what comes into the room and that they have a secret knowledge to show
Tammy May 30 at 10:39pm
My head hurts from the room..but so does hers from the strain of the culture coming at her..like a crash course..and she can see me and my thoughts...
Tammy May 30 at 10:40pm
Karen..I hope she sees you too!! You are more equipped for this than me..much more!!
Tammy May 30 at 10:42pm
The presence is going to kill the impure....it is not her..she says..it is not her..it is their thinking...
Tammy May 30 at 10:43pm
I tell you it is scaring me..but yet she is trying to be calm to me..to be a calm voice..she says they will die and bring the ladies...
Tammy May 30 at 10:43pm
What does she mean??
Karen Ω May 30 at 10:46pm
Yes it's all what Edgar Casey saw - A LOT OF KNOWLEDGE they are finding now and it needs to go public. I've been posting about it for days and so have others. There are things in that tomb that will change history - and we the public need to hear about it. But so far they are blocking us at finding out anything at every single turn.
I have actually just posted a story from the old "Sightings" program on Edgar Casey (right after it is a post about the "dig"). You might want to watch the Casey one to bring you up to speed if you don't know about what he said they would find during the "dig" they are doing now.
Tammy May 30 at 10:46pm
There is a "C" that is see on one of 4 obelisks and I see four women between them
Karen Ω May 30 at 10:47pm
Write this all up on word pad or something Tammy, so you don't forget anything. This could be very important.
Tammy May 30 at 10:47pm
I was sent the link to 3 videos from a stranger who I cannot find now
Tammy May 30 at 10:47pm
he asked me to respond to what I thought...
Tammy May 30 at 10:47pm
When I did, all of facebook went weird on me
Tammy May 30 at 10:48pm
Ok..ttyl!!!
Tammy May 30 at 11:08pm
I see the number 300 and I see death...I see anger over stupidity and men getting trapped by their own foolishness.
There is no need to see into Pandora's box..it is a "released paradox"???
Whatever that means..There are things taken away now that will have to be put back...they are "essential"
Tammy May 30 at 11:10pm
and the writing is in the walls...not on them but "in" them...
It does not matter who is going in right now..they will not see in the walls
Tammy May 30 at 11:12pm
I see it..like glow in the dark but I do not make it out..she assures me that I know it but I am not seeing it..
Tammy May 30 at 11:21pm
I will be better in a few hours..hopefully.ttyl!!
I came home after visiting the graves of my grandparents with my father to see several video which were sent to my Facebook inbox.
The person sending it was Myth Seeker and he had asked that I respond to his email "What I thought of it"?
I am not usually interested in the Egyptian mythology but I decided to take a look anyway and to respond to him.
Myth Seeker
May 30 at 6:38pm Story goes something like this.
There was a man called Edgar Cayce. He prophecies-ed that Atlantians left their knowledge on couple places around the world.
One of them is under the sphinx. Watch this video, it is simple great video...
http://www.hidden-truth.org/index.php/video/Ancient-Civilizations/Edgar-Cayce-Atlantis-Prophecies.html
Then check out this one:
http://www.hidden-truth.org/index.php/video/Ancient-Civilizations/Osiris-Shaft-Tomb-100-Feet-Deep.html
And to see for your self is there anything to it watch this video.
http://www.hidden-truth.org/index.php/video/Ancient-Civilizations/Giza-Plateau-Excavation-Photos-May-2010.html
Now tell me what You think about all this ;)
Tammy May 30 at 8:07pm
My reply is that the walls inside of this place have a knowledge of what occurred in this chamber.
I see flashes..not of hieroglyphics but of white writings in the stone...like an ancient form of invisible ink.
I feel as though there is a common chemical which is going to bring to light a form of communication which we did not previously realize was there.
I am Tambra, which means "seal" in both ancient Sanskrit and Arabic...my name is also synonymous with copper....I don't know why I feel compelled to tell you that but I have become almost like an oracle in the past few months..you ask the question..I already have the answer..
I have very bizarre REM sleep patterns (all of my life) but his story is something I want to see more on..it is part of my path....If you have a question..please ask....I am that person for that purpose...if you are looking, even my name comes out to a code from centuries of history that fall in place like tumblers of a lock.
I will leave it at this. If you want more.or get stuck, i am here, always.
Tammy May 30 at 10:11pm
It is not invisible ink...it is writing in lights
And I see 300 people dying...
The men need to get out of there..I am writing back to you to tell you this...They are not entering her chamber right...she is pissed off and is screaming mad!!
From there, I became aware that I was not alone any longer....I had a spirit visitor. I am used to very vivid dreaming but this was something very different: I contacted friends of mine to try to help me to deal with it in the best way possible. It took all of about an hour of pacing and re adjusting to get through this:
Tammy May 30 at 10:19pm
Those damned videos have opened pandora's box in my head!!
I see writing in lights on the white stone walls in the tombs of Osiris!
And a woman is in my head and she is PISSED off...
I see 300 people getting killed because they had invaded her bedchamber like...a "hedgehog" or some digging animal that shits all over the
place and she is pissed off!!
Tammy May 30 at 10:21pm
She says that she is from before time..that she is alone and that we are known to each other..it is so fucked up.....
Karen Ω May 30 at 10:24pm
Well you know they are doing secret excavations at Giza at the moment... it might have something to do with that. They are not allowing anyone to see what they have found .... can you see her, yes keep writing down what she's saying and you are seeing. I'm so busy at the moment with Jose's movie, contacting agents and celebs, I'm like a fart in a bottle pinging off the sides. You said she "looked" like a hedgehog - that actually mean something to me.... keep writing!
Tammy May 30 at 10:26pm
I am reeling..she stands very tall..much taller than any mummy but she is not a mummy..she says that people presume wrongly..
Tammy May 30 at 10:30pm
And she is a clear hologram vision....not a hedgehog..she says that the men digging into her bedchambers are like animals..like "hedgehogs" or some similar animal...that they are crude and their eyes are rude...the writing is coming out of all of the walls unto her....her is her and me..like coding the same..
I can read hieroglyphics but it is not that anyway..it is knowledge. All knowledge...
That tomb is going to open soon....and the energy inside is going to come out..the knowledge is there and they are already removing things that they should not move...she is really in my head pissed off!!
Karen Ω May 30 at 10:30pm
Does she look like a hedgehog though? As that is extremely sacred to them - they drew them along with the Crocodiles but the Hedgehog is actually larger than a "person", stands on two feet not four. Same?
Tammy May 30 at 10:32pm
How they touch those things are going to unleash death to the first 300 who are digging wrongly...they will end up in death...
But the knowledge is loosed improperly...vainly and wrongly, with the wrong intentions and use than what it is supposed to be for.
Tammy May 30 at 10:34pm
She is sick..and expected more of us but is here nonetheless....and will deliver what we look for and she says that the "head was a joke" it was the only funny thing that she has eluded to at all
Tammy May 30 at 10:35pm
No, she is a really tall woman..6+ feet
Tammy May 30 at 10:36pm
But she is damnable angry woman..but not at me..not mad at me..like being mad at me is not her intention..she is asking for women??
Tammy May 30 at 10:36pm
I hate it because I do not know any mythology..I suck at it!!
Tammy May 30 at 10:37pm
At first I thought the writing was invisible ink of sorts...that it would take a common chemical to show up..that was before she started talking in my head.
Karen Ω May 30 at 10:38pm
Well they are certainly digging and bring things out and NOT allowing the press or anyone in on it. So they must be finding "a lot" of things. and she's right the men doing this are all "dogs" and hedgehogs as they're not doing it right - I'm not surprised she is pissed off.
Tammy May 30 at 10:38pm
And then the vision of her...all of the walls are lit with words..like the stones themselves see what comes into the room and that they have a secret knowledge to show
Tammy May 30 at 10:39pm
My head hurts from the room..but so does hers from the strain of the culture coming at her..like a crash course..and she can see me and my thoughts...
Tammy May 30 at 10:40pm
Karen..I hope she sees you too!! You are more equipped for this than me..much more!!
Tammy May 30 at 10:42pm
The presence is going to kill the impure....it is not her..she says..it is not her..it is their thinking...
Tammy May 30 at 10:43pm
I tell you it is scaring me..but yet she is trying to be calm to me..to be a calm voice..she says they will die and bring the ladies...
Tammy May 30 at 10:43pm
What does she mean??
Karen Ω May 30 at 10:46pm
Yes it's all what Edgar Casey saw - A LOT OF KNOWLEDGE they are finding now and it needs to go public. I've been posting about it for days and so have others. There are things in that tomb that will change history - and we the public need to hear about it. But so far they are blocking us at finding out anything at every single turn.
I have actually just posted a story from the old "Sightings" program on Edgar Casey (right after it is a post about the "dig"). You might want to watch the Casey one to bring you up to speed if you don't know about what he said they would find during the "dig" they are doing now.
Tammy May 30 at 10:46pm
There is a "C" that is see on one of 4 obelisks and I see four women between them
Karen Ω May 30 at 10:47pm
Write this all up on word pad or something Tammy, so you don't forget anything. This could be very important.
Tammy May 30 at 10:47pm
I was sent the link to 3 videos from a stranger who I cannot find now
Tammy May 30 at 10:47pm
he asked me to respond to what I thought...
Tammy May 30 at 10:47pm
When I did, all of facebook went weird on me
Tammy May 30 at 10:48pm
Ok..ttyl!!!
Tammy May 30 at 11:08pm
I see the number 300 and I see death...I see anger over stupidity and men getting trapped by their own foolishness.
There is no need to see into Pandora's box..it is a "released paradox"???
Whatever that means..There are things taken away now that will have to be put back...they are "essential"
Tammy May 30 at 11:10pm
and the writing is in the walls...not on them but "in" them...
It does not matter who is going in right now..they will not see in the walls
Tammy May 30 at 11:12pm
I see it..like glow in the dark but I do not make it out..she assures me that I know it but I am not seeing it..
Tammy May 30 at 11:21pm
I will be better in a few hours..hopefully.ttyl!!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Isis Tale: June 3, 2010
Isis Tale: June 3, 2010
Today at 1:37pm
And when the dragons have nothing to kill but themselves..
cannibals they be~with their viciousness in their fallen reality.
Crisis for Isis and love's lessons seen @@~
they came to see that Mary had been~
And from David to Wallace's blood ~♥~ they came to stand in the gap's flood ;)
In every chosen destiny is accepted fate))))*(((( A properly dressed poetic date.
Carry his heart in a cleverly bound lie [CJ] Flowing truth can not be long denied~
Risen words like butterflies caressing }!{ Lifting lies beyond the brute suppressing
Hierarchy leaves whimpering defeated}; ;{ tails tucked to Isis Matriarchy mass meted
Children turn up your eyes let my weeping wet them from my tears
I kiss your face with lips silent ages and sing you awake...awake!!
I have paced the underworld and with eyes so wide open redness
Currents deep of dis chord, the vibrations poor laid, I paid~with time.
Love each other as I am to you, love and mother hear me cease~
You have bid entry, come in..
I prepare a place at my side
Come to me dear groom and bride
Sit with me the fields, the seeds
Ears of blood hear my wisdom
Hear it before you see the light
Stir the orbs of future humans
Spin this cocoon of wise reeds
Float the basket up the Nile
See the place of blessed child
No new pain is on this earth
No new drama is of this time
No new nightmares in this day
Corruptions metals rusted pay
Obsessions pedestal I am perched
Coming from the tombs of worth
Choices come to those who know
What to keep or where we go
Take your golden bristled brush
Run it through my hair turned white
Removed so fiercely from dark delight
You are the Lords of day or night,
Skies of flights without the wings
without the dark thickened blood
which you have cast on my water
Is it so, yes it is, see me cringe
gentleness is not used to me
I feel the brush of your begot
lacking kindness, lacking thought
Whipping my neck from how you pull
This is the child this is my fool
This is the curse of the cruel
Nana, nana, ma na, man
Can I catch your evil hand
Show you how to please my souls
Show you how to stroke my passage
Show you how to push into a better place?
Ecstasy is not an impossibility
Lay your trails most divine
Lips to mouth~kiss poisons away
Healing play~filling vessels
Secrets shared the way in
Use the wisdom for blissful kiss
Use the incense, Use the intents
One is dead and two are gone
Leaving us to crowns of thorns
Leaving us as hollow horns
Leading us by men of mourn
Like naked lost sheep, shorn
Be reborn!! Be reborn!!
Two are live the Groom and Bride
Waters bright and intelligent
Rain into them my wise tears
Let their spawns live no fears!
Resonate in every cell
Isis tale, hermana, His ma na sail~~~
copywrite 2010 oracle and me
Today at 1:37pm
And when the dragons have nothing to kill but themselves..
cannibals they be~with their viciousness in their fallen reality.
Crisis for Isis and love's lessons seen @@~
they came to see that Mary had been~
And from David to Wallace's blood ~♥~ they came to stand in the gap's flood ;)
In every chosen destiny is accepted fate))))*(((( A properly dressed poetic date.
Carry his heart in a cleverly bound lie [CJ] Flowing truth can not be long denied~
Risen words like butterflies caressing }!{ Lifting lies beyond the brute suppressing
Hierarchy leaves whimpering defeated}; ;{ tails tucked to Isis Matriarchy mass meted
Children turn up your eyes let my weeping wet them from my tears
I kiss your face with lips silent ages and sing you awake...awake!!
I have paced the underworld and with eyes so wide open redness
Currents deep of dis chord, the vibrations poor laid, I paid~with time.
Love each other as I am to you, love and mother hear me cease~
You have bid entry, come in..
I prepare a place at my side
Come to me dear groom and bride
Sit with me the fields, the seeds
Ears of blood hear my wisdom
Hear it before you see the light
Stir the orbs of future humans
Spin this cocoon of wise reeds
Float the basket up the Nile
See the place of blessed child
No new pain is on this earth
No new drama is of this time
No new nightmares in this day
Corruptions metals rusted pay
Obsessions pedestal I am perched
Coming from the tombs of worth
Choices come to those who know
What to keep or where we go
Take your golden bristled brush
Run it through my hair turned white
Removed so fiercely from dark delight
You are the Lords of day or night,
Skies of flights without the wings
without the dark thickened blood
which you have cast on my water
Is it so, yes it is, see me cringe
gentleness is not used to me
I feel the brush of your begot
lacking kindness, lacking thought
Whipping my neck from how you pull
This is the child this is my fool
This is the curse of the cruel
Nana, nana, ma na, man
Can I catch your evil hand
Show you how to please my souls
Show you how to stroke my passage
Show you how to push into a better place?
Ecstasy is not an impossibility
Lay your trails most divine
Lips to mouth~kiss poisons away
Healing play~filling vessels
Secrets shared the way in
Use the wisdom for blissful kiss
Use the incense, Use the intents
One is dead and two are gone
Leaving us to crowns of thorns
Leaving us as hollow horns
Leading us by men of mourn
Like naked lost sheep, shorn
Be reborn!! Be reborn!!
Two are live the Groom and Bride
Waters bright and intelligent
Rain into them my wise tears
Let their spawns live no fears!
Resonate in every cell
Isis tale, hermana, His ma na sail~~~
copywrite 2010 oracle and me
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Devils Hole and Jackson house Part 1.
Devils Hole and Jackson house
December 24th-25th 2003
It was Christmas Eve of 2003 and I had been invited to my best friend's house for her annual Christmas Eve Party.
I had only a few errands to get done before leaving to go and my kids were not quite ready.
I decided to go and pick them up on my way back, before heading into town. I had packed all of the gifts and cupcakes for the people at this party and for local people as well, in the back of my 4WD Chevy Blazer and headed out to get things accomplished.
I went into the nearest town and gave some Christmas presents to friends and picked up some things that I would need for the party.
I headed out of town but rather than come the regular route, I decided to try my luck at a back road..the "scenic route".
I thought that I could figure out which one of the roads which would out of tow would circle back around to my home.
I was mistaken!
There were two routes out the opposite side of town.
I chose the wrong route.
To make matters worse, the Blazer had been having troubles with the brake system and sure enough, by the time that I had realized just how far out of the way I had gone, the brake warning light on the dashboard came on.
I was in MacFarland, West Virginia by this time.
There is only one business in MacFarland and it was not open on Christmas Eve.
The next area would have been miles away.
I knew the area though, I had been riding through this area, on a 4 wheeler before with some friends of mine. They were just up over the ridge from where I was. As a matter of fact, we had come down to eat at the little restaurant in this store. I knew how to get to their house..I had remembered coming down off of Mellin Ridge, to his valley and out to this very place. These people would have a phone on and I knew that they were at their cabin over Christmas. I decided this was the route to go.
I turned up the road at about 4 pm in the evening..it was not yet dark but it was Wintertime and I knew, it soon would become so dark that I could not see.
When I got about 1/2 mile into Ritchie Mines Area, I saw a road leading up...this must be it!!
I drove excitedly up this road thinking that I would be able to get on a phone and tell my kids what had happened and they could have someone come after me. These friends were my daughter's boyfriend's parents cabin. It seemed perfect...until, I got to the end of the path where there was nothing but a natural gas well tank and a dead end. I turned by the tank and headed back out.
When I arrived back at the end of this road, I thought "If only I go a little farther, there will be another road"!
A lot of people are afraid of this area where I was now headed.
The head of this hollow was called "Devil's Hole" and it is reported that a country witch lived there and that she also had sons that were considered to be dangerous.
I decided to take the chance and try one more time.
Another 1/4 mile, I came across another road heading uphill.
The only thing was, it went to the left instead of to the right but having gone through creeks to get there.
It was possible that I was turned around. It was also possible that it led to somewhere better.
By this time, anything was starting to look good!
So, up I went, hand on emergency brake, in 4WD to the top. When I arrived there, it was nothing but a flat area with a tree stand.
The road had seemed big enough to go to a house but there was no house on that hill top.
I was dismayed and annoyed and it was getting dark. I could see Mellin Ridge from where I was but no road could be seen in the dark. I decided to head out of Devil's Hole and go back out to the main highway.
When I came down off of this ridge, I took a road which I soon realized was the wrong one. I had taken the right fork of the creek instead of the left fork but I knew to follow the stream out from the head to the road and could see that I was, at least heading in the right direction...but it had man twist and turns and I got lost. I soon found myself heading back across a creek bed. The problem was, it was not shallow. I came down off of the bank which was about two feet off of the water, into a water hole about 10 feet wide and 20 feet long. When the blazer hit the water and I realized how deep it was, I "gunned it" to get out. The Blazer did not get hung up on the bank. It did not get sunk down into this mini-pond. It did, however, "high-center" over a small log on the other side as I was trying to come out.
For almost 45 minutes, I revved this engine, trying to find a way to free myself from this log. It was a really long log and I was afraid to stop, for fear of the Blazer getting bogged down. I put it. in every gear and even tried 2WD, backing up, working my way sideways...anything to get loose!! Nothing worked! I finally gave up realizing, I had most likely, blown the engine. "Now what am I gonna do" I asked myself? Stuck in Devil's Hole in a fishing hole, like a bump on a log on Christmas Eve. I sat there a minute to let it sink in.
I decided to get out and build a fire. I'm thinking "Here I am in a public area where you are not allowed to set fires...hey, brilliant"!! I get out and begin to build a fire, in all hopes of getting arrested and hauled out of there. The ground had some snow on it but not a lot. I always carried lighters with me and was fortunate to have many of them in the Blazer. I didn't have anything to cut down trees but there was plenty of kindling and lots of smaller bits of wood. I was not a happy camper though..."of all of the times to be wearing party clothes. Why couldn't I be in a really heavy pair of blue jeans instead of these horrible dress pants" I wondered to my self.
The pile was made but I was having a really hard time lighting it..the wood was mostly damp. I remembered that I had a quart of brake fluid which was likely flammable enough to get this fire started. Normally, I would never do such a thing but this was an emergency!! I needed a good strong fire to be seen and get arrested!!
It flares up and is starting to get going when the snow starts coming down so heavy that you can't see a thing. You can't see 3 feet in front of you and the fire is hopelessly getting put out and my hopes for getting arrested were getting squashed as well. I got back into the Blazer, relieved to have shelter from the cold and out of the snow but my feet were freezing. It was then, I remembered the liquor set that I had as a Christmas present for my friend. "Great" I thought as I tore open the package that had the Rum inside of it and the gift pack large glasses that went with them.
I took the rum and poured it into the glasses and set in the back with the seat folded down...the two small fires burning away and warming it up a little inside of the vehicle. It must have been just barely cold enough to freeze out side!! I also had an entire packet of lighters which I would rig up to set up and burn by using the cellophane off of the packages to keep the thumb holds pressed down. "An entire package of lighters...yeah, I can make it until morning" I thought.
I also had a pair of boxer shorts that I had bought a friend as a gift, I took them out of the package and I wrapped them around my feet, in place of my wet socks, wrapped some of the plastic that I had around that, another layer of plastic, my socks back on and my shoes...tight fit but it worked to keep them warm enough to sleep a little while.
I was a fanatic about always keeping blankets an pillows in the vehicle. I was thinking that I "loved wherever that tip had come from"..and the fact that there were chocolate cupcakes that my daughter had made in the Blazer with me, chocolate and rum for a nighttime snack! I curled up to stay warm for the night and I laid there thinking about, what the plan would be, to survive this stupidity.
The next morning came and the sun rose and with it, so did I! I figured that it was time to head out. I wrote a note telling the direction that I was headed, what had happened and the phone numbers for my house and my mom and dad. I knew that water would not be a problem with all of the snow but I got some any way and melted it in a glass to wash my mouth out and get a nice drink of rum tasting water. While I was out getting snow, I had spotted a gas line. Natural gas lines running above ground like this only meant one thing to a native West Virginian, it meant a house somewhere nearby..follow the line..find the house!!
Off I went, to follow the line. Unfortunately, it headed straight up a hill side. Not just any puny little hill either. This hill was about 1000 feet straight up! I decided that i didn't care, this was the direction that I would head. I began my ascent, slipping from the plastic in my socks but determined to find the house that belonged to that gas line. It took forever, it was slick outside and I was exhausted and cold.
When I got to the top of the hill, I looked around expecting to see a house, no house!! Worse yet, the gas line was buried from there on out and I had no idea as to which direction to head. there as a path there where people had been on 4 wheelers or motorcycles but which direction to go??
I saw a "No Trespassing" sign on the side of a tree. I decided to go in the direction that it was pointed. I walked for quite a while, seeing nothing but trees and this path. It was then, I heard a dog barking...thank goodness it wasn't a bear growling or coyotes yipping! I thought "Where there's a dog, there are people that feed it". I headed in that direction.I came around the hill and was headed down a dip to where there was a fishing pond that looked man-made. I was really excited to see it. this meant that someone had cared enough to dig it and maintain it...it meant civilisation at last!!
I had been thinking all day of my family, on the climb up the hill, how upset and frightened they must be, what they must be thinking had happened to me. I had just gone through a very ugly split with my ex-husband who had turned out to be a violent man. I could only imagine what they thought must have happened to me, where I had vanished? Tears were in my eyes most of the day thinking about it and I was just completely worn out. The only thing that kept me going was the little signs along the way. I had my coat and the quilt from the blazer snug around me but I was freezing and hungry and very depressed. Oddly, being scared had never entered my mind. It was more of the idea "keep it together..keep it going"! I was also curious about why the sound of that dog wasn't getting any closer to me. I had walked for a really long time and yet, no closer at all?? I kept going though, in it's direction trudging through deeper and deeper snow as it had not let up since the night before. By this time, the snow had reached halfway up my shins, with no boots on, it was getting painful.
At last I reached an open field and saw a house in the distance. The house was two story with a wrap around porch and it was a very old log cabin style house. The one where the logs have been squared off and mortar shoved in the cracks. Better still, I could see people on the porch. Two people as a matter of fact were there. One was a young blond woman with long blond hair, she was wearing a white cotton dress that was the style back in the late 1800's and there was a man who was a little pudgy with bibs and a checkered shirt on. He was staring out across the field and there was equipment in the field, too.
She was waiving at me as she leaned out over the wooden porch rail, her hair swung out over the rail and I was thrilled to see her. I was finally, going to be where other people were! I still had to walk the length of a football field to get there but hey, who cared at this point?? I had to pay attention to my steps to get there..my legs were getting shaky and I was as tired as I could ever remember being.
When I arrived at the house, nobody was out on the porch. Not only were they gone but the porch seemed different, darker than before. I decided to be polite and walk around to the front of the house. The wrap-around porch encompassed three sides of the house. It was obviously, a well cared for house over the years. The grounds were well-cared for, the road out in front had gravel on it, the windows and doors were in great shape but nobody appeared to be at home. There were no fresh tracks where a vehicle had left either..there would have been, had they just left?? I knocked at the front door, there were no sounds coming from inside of the house. It was not that big of a house either but they could be in the kitchen or have gone back out, onto the back porch? It was then that a lot of things came rushing to my realization. The house was in the Summer from the distance, while I was in Winter out in the field. The woman had a cotton dress on with no coat. When she leaned out over the porch rail, were summer flower blooming below her in the flower beds. This was a ghost..not a real person!! She/they seemed friendly enough though?? Just to make sure, I knocked on all three doors of this house. By the time I got to the back porch, I decided that noting mattered but getting into the house and laying down for some rest. I leaned against a window where the woman had been standing on the back porch and shoved up on it. Thankfully, the owners had not nailed the windows down and it slip up pretty easily. I slid through it fairly awkwardly, thankful to be inside of somewhere and spying a fireplace out of the corner of my eyes..there was wood there too but I also felt something else..what was it??
Heat!! There was heat in the house..no furnace but heat!! I walked around a bit until I saw where it was coming from, there were burners lit on the stove!! I was overjoyed and astounded. "Nobody does this" I thought "She (the ghost) must have lit them when she saw me" was what immediately went through my mind. It had to have been her because nobody would dare to leave a burners running on that ancient stove in a house where nobody had been tending it..they just wouldn't take the risk of it flaring up or malfunctioning and burning down this beautiful historic home. I was too tired to care, it was beginning to get dark outside. I found a can of soup and made it to eat..the fire was already lit..why not?? It came out as crunchy tomato soup, probably hadn't paid enough attention to the pan..far too tired!!
I lit the fire in the fireplace. Luckily, the owners had preset it to be lit (or had they). All I had to do was light it and soon it was ablaze. I then set down for a few minutes to see what was around me. There was no electricity and it was getting very dark. There were old fashioned gaslights on the walls and several candles in holders. i felt bad about trespassing but soon I was to feel even worse!! There lying on the table was a letter with the last name of Sprouse on it.."OH, CRAP" I thought..of all of the people to have owned this house..this man?? There had been a recent murder in the area and the man's last name was Sprouse..here I was, maybe in his house, as a trespasser. For the first time, i was worried. If he comes here on Christmas day...if my some reason, or less than stellar justice system has set this murderer free, who had just killed his wife in a rage of jealousy..me there...alone, not good!!
I had to come up with a new plan, and soon!!
I lit all of the candles in the house and put them up in the windows. I was at the top of this hill and I didn't belong there. If someone saw me and called the police...maybe today would be my lucky day and I would finally get arrested! I waited for a bit, nothing happened..nothing at all!! I was so tired and it was dark now and nothing was happening and I needed to rest, badly!!
I blew out all of the candles and climbed the stairs to where there were beds. The beds were very old, wrought iron beds. Most likely, they had been there since the house was built. As I laid down to sleep, I could sense that a young boy had slept there..most likely a boy of 10 years old or so?? I could see out of his eyes as I was drifting off to sleep. He was looking at his mother standing there..I am pretty sure that it was the same woman who was out on the porch and I could see her glancing out of the corner of her eyes, looking at me, or looking at him, i don't know which it was?? I was too tired to care and very comfortable there..very content to sleep.
As I was sleeping I dreamed of a man coming to me..he was from an even different time frame. I was guessing the time period to be around the 1930's or 40's. He wore a three piece suit, dark in color and I associated him as being a school teacher of some kind. I believe he was carrying a book?? I could hear that song "I'll Be Home For Christmas" very loudly in this dream...then he says to me, quite sharply "Your mother is trying to call you and there isn't a phone in this house". It woke me up from a very deep sleep. Oddly, this never happens. I am so used to dreaming that I never startle from something this trivial. Yet, this did wake and shake me!
December 24th-25th 2003
It was Christmas Eve of 2003 and I had been invited to my best friend's house for her annual Christmas Eve Party.
I had only a few errands to get done before leaving to go and my kids were not quite ready.
I decided to go and pick them up on my way back, before heading into town. I had packed all of the gifts and cupcakes for the people at this party and for local people as well, in the back of my 4WD Chevy Blazer and headed out to get things accomplished.
I went into the nearest town and gave some Christmas presents to friends and picked up some things that I would need for the party.
I headed out of town but rather than come the regular route, I decided to try my luck at a back road..the "scenic route".
I thought that I could figure out which one of the roads which would out of tow would circle back around to my home.
I was mistaken!
There were two routes out the opposite side of town.
I chose the wrong route.
To make matters worse, the Blazer had been having troubles with the brake system and sure enough, by the time that I had realized just how far out of the way I had gone, the brake warning light on the dashboard came on.
I was in MacFarland, West Virginia by this time.
There is only one business in MacFarland and it was not open on Christmas Eve.
The next area would have been miles away.
I knew the area though, I had been riding through this area, on a 4 wheeler before with some friends of mine. They were just up over the ridge from where I was. As a matter of fact, we had come down to eat at the little restaurant in this store. I knew how to get to their house..I had remembered coming down off of Mellin Ridge, to his valley and out to this very place. These people would have a phone on and I knew that they were at their cabin over Christmas. I decided this was the route to go.
I turned up the road at about 4 pm in the evening..it was not yet dark but it was Wintertime and I knew, it soon would become so dark that I could not see.
When I got about 1/2 mile into Ritchie Mines Area, I saw a road leading up...this must be it!!
I drove excitedly up this road thinking that I would be able to get on a phone and tell my kids what had happened and they could have someone come after me. These friends were my daughter's boyfriend's parents cabin. It seemed perfect...until, I got to the end of the path where there was nothing but a natural gas well tank and a dead end. I turned by the tank and headed back out.
When I arrived back at the end of this road, I thought "If only I go a little farther, there will be another road"!
A lot of people are afraid of this area where I was now headed.
The head of this hollow was called "Devil's Hole" and it is reported that a country witch lived there and that she also had sons that were considered to be dangerous.
I decided to take the chance and try one more time.
Another 1/4 mile, I came across another road heading uphill.
The only thing was, it went to the left instead of to the right but having gone through creeks to get there.
It was possible that I was turned around. It was also possible that it led to somewhere better.
By this time, anything was starting to look good!
So, up I went, hand on emergency brake, in 4WD to the top. When I arrived there, it was nothing but a flat area with a tree stand.
The road had seemed big enough to go to a house but there was no house on that hill top.
I was dismayed and annoyed and it was getting dark. I could see Mellin Ridge from where I was but no road could be seen in the dark. I decided to head out of Devil's Hole and go back out to the main highway.
When I came down off of this ridge, I took a road which I soon realized was the wrong one. I had taken the right fork of the creek instead of the left fork but I knew to follow the stream out from the head to the road and could see that I was, at least heading in the right direction...but it had man twist and turns and I got lost. I soon found myself heading back across a creek bed. The problem was, it was not shallow. I came down off of the bank which was about two feet off of the water, into a water hole about 10 feet wide and 20 feet long. When the blazer hit the water and I realized how deep it was, I "gunned it" to get out. The Blazer did not get hung up on the bank. It did not get sunk down into this mini-pond. It did, however, "high-center" over a small log on the other side as I was trying to come out.
For almost 45 minutes, I revved this engine, trying to find a way to free myself from this log. It was a really long log and I was afraid to stop, for fear of the Blazer getting bogged down. I put it. in every gear and even tried 2WD, backing up, working my way sideways...anything to get loose!! Nothing worked! I finally gave up realizing, I had most likely, blown the engine. "Now what am I gonna do" I asked myself? Stuck in Devil's Hole in a fishing hole, like a bump on a log on Christmas Eve. I sat there a minute to let it sink in.
I decided to get out and build a fire. I'm thinking "Here I am in a public area where you are not allowed to set fires...hey, brilliant"!! I get out and begin to build a fire, in all hopes of getting arrested and hauled out of there. The ground had some snow on it but not a lot. I always carried lighters with me and was fortunate to have many of them in the Blazer. I didn't have anything to cut down trees but there was plenty of kindling and lots of smaller bits of wood. I was not a happy camper though..."of all of the times to be wearing party clothes. Why couldn't I be in a really heavy pair of blue jeans instead of these horrible dress pants" I wondered to my self.
The pile was made but I was having a really hard time lighting it..the wood was mostly damp. I remembered that I had a quart of brake fluid which was likely flammable enough to get this fire started. Normally, I would never do such a thing but this was an emergency!! I needed a good strong fire to be seen and get arrested!!
It flares up and is starting to get going when the snow starts coming down so heavy that you can't see a thing. You can't see 3 feet in front of you and the fire is hopelessly getting put out and my hopes for getting arrested were getting squashed as well. I got back into the Blazer, relieved to have shelter from the cold and out of the snow but my feet were freezing. It was then, I remembered the liquor set that I had as a Christmas present for my friend. "Great" I thought as I tore open the package that had the Rum inside of it and the gift pack large glasses that went with them.
I took the rum and poured it into the glasses and set in the back with the seat folded down...the two small fires burning away and warming it up a little inside of the vehicle. It must have been just barely cold enough to freeze out side!! I also had an entire packet of lighters which I would rig up to set up and burn by using the cellophane off of the packages to keep the thumb holds pressed down. "An entire package of lighters...yeah, I can make it until morning" I thought.
I also had a pair of boxer shorts that I had bought a friend as a gift, I took them out of the package and I wrapped them around my feet, in place of my wet socks, wrapped some of the plastic that I had around that, another layer of plastic, my socks back on and my shoes...tight fit but it worked to keep them warm enough to sleep a little while.
I was a fanatic about always keeping blankets an pillows in the vehicle. I was thinking that I "loved wherever that tip had come from"..and the fact that there were chocolate cupcakes that my daughter had made in the Blazer with me, chocolate and rum for a nighttime snack! I curled up to stay warm for the night and I laid there thinking about, what the plan would be, to survive this stupidity.
The next morning came and the sun rose and with it, so did I! I figured that it was time to head out. I wrote a note telling the direction that I was headed, what had happened and the phone numbers for my house and my mom and dad. I knew that water would not be a problem with all of the snow but I got some any way and melted it in a glass to wash my mouth out and get a nice drink of rum tasting water. While I was out getting snow, I had spotted a gas line. Natural gas lines running above ground like this only meant one thing to a native West Virginian, it meant a house somewhere nearby..follow the line..find the house!!
Off I went, to follow the line. Unfortunately, it headed straight up a hill side. Not just any puny little hill either. This hill was about 1000 feet straight up! I decided that i didn't care, this was the direction that I would head. I began my ascent, slipping from the plastic in my socks but determined to find the house that belonged to that gas line. It took forever, it was slick outside and I was exhausted and cold.
When I got to the top of the hill, I looked around expecting to see a house, no house!! Worse yet, the gas line was buried from there on out and I had no idea as to which direction to head. there as a path there where people had been on 4 wheelers or motorcycles but which direction to go??
I saw a "No Trespassing" sign on the side of a tree. I decided to go in the direction that it was pointed. I walked for quite a while, seeing nothing but trees and this path. It was then, I heard a dog barking...thank goodness it wasn't a bear growling or coyotes yipping! I thought "Where there's a dog, there are people that feed it". I headed in that direction.I came around the hill and was headed down a dip to where there was a fishing pond that looked man-made. I was really excited to see it. this meant that someone had cared enough to dig it and maintain it...it meant civilisation at last!!
I had been thinking all day of my family, on the climb up the hill, how upset and frightened they must be, what they must be thinking had happened to me. I had just gone through a very ugly split with my ex-husband who had turned out to be a violent man. I could only imagine what they thought must have happened to me, where I had vanished? Tears were in my eyes most of the day thinking about it and I was just completely worn out. The only thing that kept me going was the little signs along the way. I had my coat and the quilt from the blazer snug around me but I was freezing and hungry and very depressed. Oddly, being scared had never entered my mind. It was more of the idea "keep it together..keep it going"! I was also curious about why the sound of that dog wasn't getting any closer to me. I had walked for a really long time and yet, no closer at all?? I kept going though, in it's direction trudging through deeper and deeper snow as it had not let up since the night before. By this time, the snow had reached halfway up my shins, with no boots on, it was getting painful.
At last I reached an open field and saw a house in the distance. The house was two story with a wrap around porch and it was a very old log cabin style house. The one where the logs have been squared off and mortar shoved in the cracks. Better still, I could see people on the porch. Two people as a matter of fact were there. One was a young blond woman with long blond hair, she was wearing a white cotton dress that was the style back in the late 1800's and there was a man who was a little pudgy with bibs and a checkered shirt on. He was staring out across the field and there was equipment in the field, too.
She was waiving at me as she leaned out over the wooden porch rail, her hair swung out over the rail and I was thrilled to see her. I was finally, going to be where other people were! I still had to walk the length of a football field to get there but hey, who cared at this point?? I had to pay attention to my steps to get there..my legs were getting shaky and I was as tired as I could ever remember being.
When I arrived at the house, nobody was out on the porch. Not only were they gone but the porch seemed different, darker than before. I decided to be polite and walk around to the front of the house. The wrap-around porch encompassed three sides of the house. It was obviously, a well cared for house over the years. The grounds were well-cared for, the road out in front had gravel on it, the windows and doors were in great shape but nobody appeared to be at home. There were no fresh tracks where a vehicle had left either..there would have been, had they just left?? I knocked at the front door, there were no sounds coming from inside of the house. It was not that big of a house either but they could be in the kitchen or have gone back out, onto the back porch? It was then that a lot of things came rushing to my realization. The house was in the Summer from the distance, while I was in Winter out in the field. The woman had a cotton dress on with no coat. When she leaned out over the porch rail, were summer flower blooming below her in the flower beds. This was a ghost..not a real person!! She/they seemed friendly enough though?? Just to make sure, I knocked on all three doors of this house. By the time I got to the back porch, I decided that noting mattered but getting into the house and laying down for some rest. I leaned against a window where the woman had been standing on the back porch and shoved up on it. Thankfully, the owners had not nailed the windows down and it slip up pretty easily. I slid through it fairly awkwardly, thankful to be inside of somewhere and spying a fireplace out of the corner of my eyes..there was wood there too but I also felt something else..what was it??
Heat!! There was heat in the house..no furnace but heat!! I walked around a bit until I saw where it was coming from, there were burners lit on the stove!! I was overjoyed and astounded. "Nobody does this" I thought "She (the ghost) must have lit them when she saw me" was what immediately went through my mind. It had to have been her because nobody would dare to leave a burners running on that ancient stove in a house where nobody had been tending it..they just wouldn't take the risk of it flaring up or malfunctioning and burning down this beautiful historic home. I was too tired to care, it was beginning to get dark outside. I found a can of soup and made it to eat..the fire was already lit..why not?? It came out as crunchy tomato soup, probably hadn't paid enough attention to the pan..far too tired!!
I lit the fire in the fireplace. Luckily, the owners had preset it to be lit (or had they). All I had to do was light it and soon it was ablaze. I then set down for a few minutes to see what was around me. There was no electricity and it was getting very dark. There were old fashioned gaslights on the walls and several candles in holders. i felt bad about trespassing but soon I was to feel even worse!! There lying on the table was a letter with the last name of Sprouse on it.."OH, CRAP" I thought..of all of the people to have owned this house..this man?? There had been a recent murder in the area and the man's last name was Sprouse..here I was, maybe in his house, as a trespasser. For the first time, i was worried. If he comes here on Christmas day...if my some reason, or less than stellar justice system has set this murderer free, who had just killed his wife in a rage of jealousy..me there...alone, not good!!
I had to come up with a new plan, and soon!!
I lit all of the candles in the house and put them up in the windows. I was at the top of this hill and I didn't belong there. If someone saw me and called the police...maybe today would be my lucky day and I would finally get arrested! I waited for a bit, nothing happened..nothing at all!! I was so tired and it was dark now and nothing was happening and I needed to rest, badly!!
I blew out all of the candles and climbed the stairs to where there were beds. The beds were very old, wrought iron beds. Most likely, they had been there since the house was built. As I laid down to sleep, I could sense that a young boy had slept there..most likely a boy of 10 years old or so?? I could see out of his eyes as I was drifting off to sleep. He was looking at his mother standing there..I am pretty sure that it was the same woman who was out on the porch and I could see her glancing out of the corner of her eyes, looking at me, or looking at him, i don't know which it was?? I was too tired to care and very comfortable there..very content to sleep.
As I was sleeping I dreamed of a man coming to me..he was from an even different time frame. I was guessing the time period to be around the 1930's or 40's. He wore a three piece suit, dark in color and I associated him as being a school teacher of some kind. I believe he was carrying a book?? I could hear that song "I'll Be Home For Christmas" very loudly in this dream...then he says to me, quite sharply "Your mother is trying to call you and there isn't a phone in this house". It woke me up from a very deep sleep. Oddly, this never happens. I am so used to dreaming that I never startle from something this trivial. Yet, this did wake and shake me!
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