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Spirit Chronicles: The Many Faces

I sat down to meditate the other day and felt lots of spirit around me. It was an unusally strong day for me and I had alot going on around me. So I wanted to relax, listen to some music and chill out. As soon as I got comfortable and relaxed I immediately began to see people all around me. They were coming at me in large numbers and it became overwhelming. I was mentally tired from a tough week at work and this made me even more tired and it was harder for me to block them out.

The first one was a short older man dressed in shorts and a tennis shirt. He was walking on a cain and came up to me and just stared at me and smiled. Then a young middle eastern lady came to me. She had brownish skin, heavy blue eye shadow and bright red lip stick on. She glanced at me and moved on quickly. Then a man and woman stepped forward and they were older folks and likely a couple. They were holding hands and standing there staring at me from a distance.

I pushed all them away and then a child came through and just stood there at my feet and looked at me. It was a little girl and she was dressed in clothing from the early 1900’s. I asked her what she wanted to see how she reacted. Many times bad spirits will present themselves as a child so I always test them to see what they want. This child immediately moved on. I opened my eyes to reset a bit and felt a strong spirit in the room. So I closed my eyes and asked anyone near me to show themselves to me. That is when my spirit tunnel really ramped up and became very bright purple and blue. My spirit tunnel comes to me and it is a literal tunnel that spirit moves in and out of.

At the end of it is a bright and warm light. That is how spirit moves back and forth to me. I see the tunnel and then spirit shows themselves to me by image, face, a sign, a number or a name. I had taken a week away from things because I was very mentally tired. Now spirit is coming back to me because my guards are down and guardians are allowing spirit to flow to me once again. I am learning to block, recieve and send spirit messages one day at a time. This spiritual journey continues day by day, experience by experience and blessing by blessing.

Spirit Chronicles: The Four At the Top of the Stairs

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I was mediatating, praying and meditating the other morning and spirit hit me really hard. I knew it was a strong spirit so I asked it what it wanted. I then heard the spirit say “the four at the top of the stairs”. I asked who I was talking to and spirit said “Jack”. I asked Jack if he was one of the four and he showed me a hand pointing to the top of the stairs. I asked him who he was with and he said, “anibelle”. I ask what he wanted and he showed me a sign of heaven. Jack was a wandering spirit that is between here and heaven in the spirit realm and he is with his family.

I did some research and found a local family where the dad’s name was Jack, the wife Anibelle and they had two kids. I went back the next day to the top of the steps in the house and asked Jack about what I had found but they were gone. I am not sure if they were really in the house or just wandered by in the spiritual realm. I was having an extra strong day that day and seemed to picking up lots of spririt activity and with the massive power lines on our property that is like a major spirit highway. The power lines provide the power and energy for spirit to talk to me.

I will continue to see if Jack shows back up soon. I have had hundreds of spirits contact me in the last several months with most being breif visions or dreams showing me themselves or a sign. I often hear them, see them and pick up on their energy outside. Jack and his family are at the top of some stairs waiting for someone to help them get into the light.

Spirit Chronicles: Spiritual Support from Beyond

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One of the things that I can sense, feel, detect, pickup on and see is spirit that surrounds people all the time. This is spirit that has moved on from the earth and are now part of the spiritual realm from Heaven to the earth. Spirit is in constant motion and flows to and from what it considers to be Heaven and the earth. These are generally loved ones that have departed this life that hold special feelings and love for those of us left on Earth in this realm. It is typically an immediate loved one and at times may be someone that has been assigned as a guardian Angel.

I have several gaurdian Angels that have moved on and feel them around me often. My mom and dad are two of my guardians combined with a great grandmother and an old man from the past that watches over me. I have a friend that knows about the spirit gift I have and everytime I see him spirit wanting me to communicate with them comes at me hard. They touch my arm, mess with my hair and send me messages that they are around. This week I was talking to him and felt the same spirit that shows up and immediately started rubbing my head because it tickles me. He recognized that I was having a spirit moment and smiled and started to walk away.

He is a great friend and very supportive of me but it creeps him out a bit when this happens. Unlike many gifted spiritual people I do not immediately hear voices or see the folks as my skills are still growing and I have not been able to hone in on spirit signals like many that can do that. I simply feel them touch me, walk up to me and on occasion catch a quick glimpse of them. I am intrigued by this situation with him and want so bad to be able to tell him who it is. Often I do not let him know that spirit signal is happening out of respect for him and not to mess with his mind any.

As I write I feel spirit touching me right now and I know it is a good spirit and it feels like one of my guardians. But it could be any spirit as we live on a property with huge power lines that carry tons of energy that spirits can use to signal with. It takes tremendous energy for them to do that before they and myself get very tired. It happens all day long at random with those I know and do not know. Somtimes it ovewhlems me and I just have to clear the area. Since September when I died and came back during a procedure I have developed or had the following spirit signs.

Dreams, Visions, Spirit Touch, Poking Me, Quick visual imprints, Vocal Signs, Tunneling (I see a tunnel of light full of spirit) and several other spirit signals. I am working to hone in and figure out what I am and who I am and how I can use this gift to help people find God, peace and blessings from those that have departed. Along with this comes the bad also. The occasional bad dream, demons messing with me, temptations and mean spirits literally punching me in the gut, stabbing pain, headaches and body pain. I can ride by an area where a bad wreck happened and pick up on the pain felt. That sucks at times, but it is part of what I am now. I am protected by Angels, Guardians and God and blessed to help those that might not otherwise be able to help themselves.

I pray each of you have peace, prossperity, strength, good health, emotional stability and the vigor to pursue life and your dreams with Gods help.

Americana-My First Car

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Scrolling Facebook this morning and I see a post about your first car. The picture in the post is actually my first car. It was called “The Bean”. Only difference was I had mag wheels on mine. Before I got it it looked like this. My friends and I made some good memories in that little car. I believe I drove it to the Prince Purple Rain concert with a few folks that are friends on here. The motor died in it near Yadkinville on the way back to App State one winter Sunday and dad got rid of it for me.I remember wanting a fancier car and my parents taught me a valuable lesson I still remember to this day.

I had seen a really nice looking truck down the road for sale and as my birthday came closer I kept telling them what I wanted. My birthday arrives and my mom comes in my room early and says get up and go outside your truck is in the driveway. I jumped up and ran as fast as I could and sitting in the driveway was a truck (beautiful shiny brand new out of the package hot wheel truck). Then dad came to me and said that is what you wanted, but mom and I are getting you what you need. Dad passed in 2009 and when mom passed in 2017 I found that little hot wheel truck.

She had packed it away for me to find years later. I have that truck now and use it as an example when I teach my lessons on “wants and needs” at school. I am thankful I had such great parents. My kids at school get those fancy shoes and I will ask them how much they cost and they say like 300.00. I tell them I like my money in the bank and not on my feet. I had a fellow a student come see me this week and he told me he was working, saving money and doing good. I looked at his feet and smiled and he said, yes coach, I also like my money in the bank and not on my feet. Then he said, I wasn’t always not listening to you in class. Life lessons we learn, live and pass into the next generation are special and needed.

Spirit Chronicles: 12 Angels and The Message of Acts

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I went to bed and said a prayer for guidance and a sign from God about whatever he wanted me to see or tell people. I fell asleep and immediately had a dream about Angels and the Acts in the Bible. I asked the Angel what the message was and he told me that nothing would happen until the Acts were finished. I went back and read the Acts again to see what I could get from that information. The dream was 12 Golden Angels standing around the thrown of God. I could make out the Angels and see the Throne but the light was so bright that I could not stare at the area if the throne. It was a beautiful light that I wanted to go to and as I stepped towards it that is when the Angel told me “not until the Acts are completed”.

The book of Acts was written with several key messages and themes. The main theme that hit me was that in Acts the 12 Disciples were established. The 12 men I saw may have been the Disciples of Jesus. Acts speaks to the establishment of the church and the founding beliefs of Jesus and his influence on the nations. There are five key principles to the book of Acts. Prayer, witnessing, the established church, the Holy Spirit and the growth of the church across the world. Acts tells us about Jesus ascension into Heaven and how he becomes the right hand of God the father, son and holy ghost.

I beleive this dream was a biblical message that the church still has much growth to do and that the world has turned its ways from God and growing the church and the spirit of God. The 12 Angels are holy and assigned to bring the message and peace of God to the world. I will be reading the book of Acts again and know that this message is direct and to the point that we the people need to turn to God and do better as a whole. We need to seek God and be disciples of his word. Angels in your dreams are a sign of divine intervention and spiritual awakening.

The number 12 signifies a need to focus on spiritual growth, physical health and emotional stability in life. 12 means big changes in life and spiritual awakening. I have been experiencing that growth since I died during a heart procedure in September of 2020. I am glad God has plans for me and look forward to his many messages and heavenly notices going forward.

Spirit Chronicles: Me and My Buddy

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I had a dream where my life long best friend and I were at a ballgame. I was down at the bottom of the bleachers in a gigantic stadium bigger than any I have ever seen in the world. The top row of the bleachers was probably about 2000 feet off the ground way up in the sky. I saw my best friends brother down at the bottom and asked him if his brother was at the game and he pointed to the very tip top corner and said he is way up there. I am not a fan of heights and knew it would take a long time to walk that far so I began to make the climb. As I walked very slowly towards the top I saw people I knew from the past and many of them were passed and gone.

I made it to the top and there sat my buddy all by himself just looking out across the scenary behind the stadium. The railing was missing so I asked him why he was sitting way up here and he looked at me and said “I love it up here, the view is awesome”. I didn’t want to look out over the ledge but he was correct, the view was phenomenal and breathtaking. All you could see was water, palm trees and beuatiful blue skies for miles and miles. The water was crystal clear and the palms just swayed in the wind as the breeze blew across the water. My buddy loves the beach and has spent alot of time there.

This beach was different and unlike anything on earth. It was beyond beautiful and you couldn’t help but look at it and be in awe. I had been worrying about my best friend awhile now as he has struggled with somethings recently and just has not been himself. I told him it was awesome and I could see why he was sitting there watching the game and looking out at the view. He told me he needed the peace and I agreed. Then I saw his mom and she told me that she was with him always guarding over him and for him to fight to regain his power back.

My bud is a great big guy with a great big heart and it has been broken, messed up or bent. I know he can do it and the message I got was that he needed peace and understanding in his life. He will win this struggle with things. I woke up and wrote everything down and sent him a text. I told him I loved him and that I spoke with him in my dreams. I told him his mom who passed a few years ago was with him and rooting for him. He told me he was trying so please if you read this say a prayer for my friend so we can get him back on track as the man we all know he can be. Thanks and God Bless!

Covid- Teachers Perspective

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Covid is taking its toll on schools, students, parents and teachers all across this great country we call America. It is ravaging the world as well, but for my purposes I will write about what I witness on a daily and weekly basis as a local career educator and coach. Different states, cities, towns and districts all have different standards and protocols in place. This inconsistency has gotten things all jumbled up and out of sync. Governors are putting in mandates while others are leaving it up to the local school board to decide. Some washed their hands of it due to political reasons while others are doing what they want regardless of the polticial consequences.

Covid is very real and I am a survivor of the sickness. Last December right around Christmas while I was at home ordering food in, staying out of the public, wearing a mask, being careful and teaching from home online as directed by my school district I contracted the sickness. Within five days it had ravaged my body and put me in the hospital. I could not breath, walk or hardly talk as it took its toll on my lungs and body. I fought back and survived and Thanks to God I came home. It took 30 pounds off me quickly, messed with my lung function and put me at a high risk of other issues. So as I write about Covid I do so as a survivor that nearly died in the hopsital fighting to breath and not give up.

I see schools are trying to return to normal and have implemented mask mandates, staying six feet apart and other guidelines to protect their students, teachers, staff and families. But is that enough and are those simple little guidelines realistic to stopping the spread of Covid and saving peoples lives? I am not for nor against a mask and other guidelines. I am simply saying this Covid thing goes much deeper and farther than a guideline. If a person is exposed the guideline says this. If they are vaccinated it says this. If they are not it says this. All of this means nothing because when it comes down to it Covid scares many people and even others that will not admit it.

If you are a teacher you know that it is true that kids come to school all the time sick with colds, coughs, flu and other things. Parents send them to school to make sure they do not miss any work time or even do not have to keep the kids at home. I have seen the stress Covid is putting on the staff at schools and the anxiety it gives many of the students. Some act as if it is no big deal, but to others it is real because they have had it, seen someone fight it or even worse lost someone from it. Covid does not care if your young, old, healthy, fat, skinny, diabetic, sick, not sick, etc. Covid attacks us when we are weak and takes it toll on the body.

I know of several people I would conside fit as a fiddle that died within a week of it. I have seen case after case at school, exposure after exposure at school and your told look at the protocol. What they do not understand is a person that has a mother, father or older person at home does not care about a damn protocol. They are worried they may take it home and give it to someone else that could pass away. A paper of process cannot replace lives lost due to protocol. Covid will not be going away soon and will continue to ravage as it wants to.

How we react to it is what matters. Do we live scared? Do we live free of it? Do we proceed with caution? What do we do? Is remote learnig best? Is alternating weeks best? Is face to face with spacing and masks best? These are the things the politicians, school boards, administrators and leaders must face. But for the front line people, the teachers, nurses, police, firemen, and other civil servants it is more of how do we face it and move forward. I see people taking time off, stepping away, leaving the field and doing safer occupations. I see people on facebook talking about “if you do not like what you do or are scared then do not do it”. That is easier said than done when it comes to leaving a profession you love, giving up an income and not taking care of the family needs and wants.

Covid, you suck and need to go away. Our kids need to be in school. Our teachers need to be teaching them. Our kids need to play football, be in the band, hang with friends and live life. We need you to go away as quick as you came. Wishful thinking yes, but it sounds good to me for it to go away. As for me I will be at work, be as safe as I can and take care of my students, my family and myself. Prayerfully I can teach, coach, mentor and survive this thing called Covid.

Spirit Chronicles: Message For America

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I dreamed I was sitting on my front porch looking out across the fields and I saw this gigantic red haze that was floating in the air like clouds. This haze was disturbing and scary and was bad. It was like a fog that had settled in all over the world and was the color of blood. I looked to my left and an old man I have seen before said “the boss wants to talk to you about America”. I looked at him puzzled and he turned and walked away from me off the ledge of the carport and was gone in an instant. I looked back at the red haze and it began to get darker and darker. It continued to spread east to west and north to south until you could not see anything else in or around it.

The haze grew worse and worse over time and it started to consume people that were standing in the field. They ran but it didn’t help and the haze eventually eat them up and they were gone. It rolled to all parts of the country taking in these people one by one, family by family and city by city. It rolled all across the land until all the people were gone. Very few were left behind and the ones that were left behind didn’t run and were not afraid. They were protected and safe from the red haze of humanity and sin. I asked the old man for more information even though he was gone and I heard “write the story”.

I woke up and wrote down what I had seen. I think God was the Red Haze and he was cleansing America of all the sin, bad and temptations that have taken this country down so far. What many view as normal is not “normal” to God and his people. The haze was there to cleanse America of all the dispair, disdain and crap that has become of so many in it. Beware of the Red Haze and turn your eyes to God. He gave me the message without having to tell me about America and where it is heading.

Americana- Football, Family, Friends and Faith

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There are three things that have been a part of my family tradition for what seems forever and a day. Football, Family, Friends and faith are all part of my American dream. For millions of Americans these four F’s have become part of what we know as the annual right of passage from early September to the Middle of February. For many of us that have grown up playing the best game on earth (American Football), yes the one that you hit and tackle people while playing. It all begins with kids playing in the backyard, in the road, a field or on a hill at a friday night varsity home game. We all began out football career by tackling, rolling down hills, getting smashed up, hit, beat on and ran over by our older siblings, cousins and best buds.

Then we start playing little league, pee wee or pop warner depending on where you live and what it is called. That is when it starts getting more serious and we have to learn to be the best we can, be tough, have faith in ourselves and learn a system of depending on family and friends. Then we go to middle school and it gets even more serious. Throw in some AAU travel football and it is feeling for real then. Teamwork, family, friends and faith become part of who we are as we battle with each other and for one another. We represent our communities, families, schools, teams and neighborhoods the best we can.

Then high school comes along and many of those that played younger begin to drop like flies. Suddenly it is more than a game. It has become something bigger than the individual and is truly a family and team sport. Families line up outside and pay the gate fee to support their kids and neighbors. They tailgate eating good food enjoying family and friends before the big game. The players, coaches and fans fellowship on preparation for the big battle about to take place. Football teaches us how to win, lose, battle, fight, overcome, endure and be a better person. It teaches us to have faith in ourselves, family, community, friends and God.

Then some of us work hard enough to play on Saturdays in front of big crowds at various levels. Some in big time arenas in front of 100,000 people at the highest level. We see the blessing in that and how fortunate we were to be able to do that playing a game that we simply love. Others play small ball in front of a few hundred people in the stands. Either way, the game is played hard and means just as much regardless of the size of the stadium or arena. Regardless of the level of ball it is about football, family, friendships and faith. I developed all of these playing ball from pee wee to mid level college football.

I have stood on the sidelines as a player, coach and parent hearing the national anthem which still gives me the goose bumps on Friday night. I have played, coached and watched high level ball. I have played, coached and watch low level ball. All in all I have found that football, family, friends and faith are what has made me who I am today. I am a piece of Americana because of Football. God Bless football, family, friends and faith!

Spirit Chronicles: Empty Old Houses, Creepy Crawlers and the Old Men.

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I was walking down a neighborhood street and every house was old and failing apart at the seams. They all had a white spider cobweb like substance on them holding them together. Every house I looked inside was full of spiders and creepy crawly things. When the door opened they would fall apart like a crubling cracker that was smashed up suddenly. I went down the road looking for a house to stay in but one by one they all fell apart. I went to hundreds of them and each fell over or crumbled and the spiders and other creepy bugs would crawl out and scatter all over the woods and streets as if they were afraid and running from something.

I saw a man that I know died many years ago. He is a dad of an old friend I have not seen in many years and died sometime around 2010 or so to the best I can remember. I asked him what was happening with all these crumbling houses and he said “the old grumpy man at the end of the road doesn’t want anyone living near him anymore”. I am not sure what this mean’t, but I do know that it made sense becasue every house was old, nasty and weak at the base. If you opened a door it fell apart. I kept looking at houses and got to the very end of the road and down at the base of the hill stood another older house. This one was white and looked better than the others.

Sitting on the porch was an old guy I had never seen and he just looked at me with a death stare like he wanted to intimidate me and make me go away. I walked up to him and said, “old man why are you making it hard for anyone to live near you”. He just looked at me and smirked, stood up and walked inside and his house crumbled and fell apart as well. Then the other man I knew said, “I told you to stay away from his house”. I woke up and wrote down this dream. I have to do some thinking and research to figure out what the message was and why I saw a man I have not seen nor heard from in many many years.

Spirit Chronicles: Standing Near the Window

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I woke up and felt a spirit close to me so I looked around to see where it may be. The spirit was standing outside the window and looking in. I had the blinds closed and could sense it was out there and trying to peek inside at me. I asked it who it was and what it wanted and it stayed quiet. I felt a tingling on the top of my head which signals to me that it is trying to let me know it is near me. I once again ask it who it was and what it wanted. I didn’t get a response so I told it to go away from me and back to where it came from.

I went back to sleep but continued to feel it outside the window. After I fell asleep the spirit came to me in my dreams and showed itself to me. It was a man that was a wandering spirit. He had died somewhere may years ago in the woods about an hour from my house. Earlier that night I had felt a strong spririt as I was driving through a heavily woode area along highway 109 in North Carolina. As I entered the Uwharrie National Forest area I felt something hit me pretty hard. I turned my radio to AM because spirit can come through and communicate with you using the radio waves and the energy from the car.

A voice said “go home” and “lost”. I asked it if it was lost and it said “journey”. I drove on through the area and it left me but as I drove back later it attached again and I guess it followed me home. It cannot enter my home because I pray nightly for any spirit to stay outside that may have attached to me. So it stood outside my window all night. In my dream I told it to go away and go to the light and ask God to help him. The spirit was a younger man in his 40’s and likely from the 1950’s or 1960’s based on his look, clothing and hair style. He did not give me the impression of being mean, he was just lost.

I went outside tonight to do something and felt him again so I had a conversation and told him to move on that he could not stay on the land here. We already have lots of spirit activity dating back several thousand years and do not need another one hanging around waiting on me to talk to it. As I write this story another is hitting me in the back of my neck trying to get my attention. It may be the same guy becasue I am sitting beside a window.

Spirit Chronicles: Was It Real or Not

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I was driving down the road the other day and off to my right I saw something step into the woods. I wasn’t sure what it was but I know it was not a bear, deer, coyote, dog or large cat. It was bi-pedal and stood to be about five or six feet tall. I caught just a glimpse of it as it made its way into the brush and disapeared as if it was never there. I have driven that road many times in the past and have always felt like it was an area that something unexplained could hide in or be protected from. The woods are deep and thick with Pine Trees and big hard woods. There is a rock quarry across the road and a large wooded boggy area about three or four feet deep near the sighting.

That bog has plenty of wildlife surrounding it with fish, turtles and other critters in the water. It is a perfect habitat for a large predator to live and prosper in. It provides plenty of cover, railroad tracks, water, a huge man made rock quarry and plenty of roots, fruit trees and wild flowers. I know I saw something and when I was nine years old I saw something similiar to this. I was told by another person that I trust that I saw a shaoe shifter that day but I am still not sold that it was not a bigfoot. This looked like a bi-pedal being and it moved through the woods smoothly and just was gone. It was not a trick of my mind.

I stopped the jeep and got out to go check it out and maybe grab a photo. I snapped a few and heard movement down in the valley a few hundred feet away but that could have been any type of wildlife so no proof of anything. Whatever was moving made some heavy paths and noise as it moved through the thick brush. It was getting dark so I went to my jeep and rode on to the house. The whole time I was thinking about what I had seen and have not mentioned it to anyone until writing this today. I will be going to do an investigation in that area soon to see if I can find some evidence or grab a very rarely seen photo of what it might be. I will continue to believe that there is something out there deep in the woods all over the world that is yet to be found. Time will tell and we will see.