October is a fun month, especially for children. Most kids love Halloween. We celebrate disabilities in the month of October and lastly, our seasons change. As I grow older, I am learning to appreciate all of the beauty that happens in the fall here in the Midwest. From watching the animals gather their belongings to hibernate, to birds migrating south for the winter, and the flowers and trees preparing for winter.
Fall is an amazing time of the year, and October is typically a month where I share all of my scary interactions with Nebulous Children's visions. I also tell stories about my own personal interactions with paranormal activity. Most of it began after I started working with Nebulous Children. Nebulous children, as well as their parents, would tell me the reasons that my paranormal experiences happened and their purpose in my life. I have been telling these stories to my undergraduate and graduate students for many years in October, as well as my family and colleagues. Most of them tell me, "You have such good ghost stories,"
Um...yeah, but they are all TRUE stories. On some occasions, I had witnesses with. me.
My Ghost Stories
1) I was writing a blog because I was extremely bored at work. I am almost positive that I was writing a blog about Child B and occasionally, a co-worker would talk to me about what I was writing. Most people are curious enough about these stories to ask questions. We were having a conversation about a story and once I started writing again, the lights went off. We looked at one another and I started laughing. She said, "Lisa, it's because you are writing those ghost stories!" LOL! That still makes me laugh to this day. I said,
"Yeah, I know. It happens."
The lights went off in that room only. The rest of the building had full power because I glanced around the office, but I did not need to do that because I knew it was due to my writing and conversations. Once we recognized what happened, the lights came back on and I just rolled my eyes up to my forehead because,
It takes a lot more that that to scare me.
I have been scared. Some of the early blogs about Nebulous Children were nerve-wracking at the time of their occurrence. At times, I think back to my experiences and wonder why I was not as afraid as I should have been with Nebulous Children as well as my own paranormal activity. I think I was not as afraid because I can recall how comforting most of the kids were about their ability to see ghosts. In particular, how they could see God's angels around us when we worked together. Tell me that's not comforting?!
2) Comforting is what an angel was doing to me when I was upset one day. I sat on my steps and cried. I was deeply angry toward a few "friends" who betrayed me. We had been friends for many years, and I ended the relationships permanently,
When people are not good for you, it is time to remove them from your life.
I did which still hurt, but it was a necessary move to decrease my anger. As I cried, I felt something next to me and it touched me. It touched the left side of my face, and I clearly felt it. I actually looked around the staircase for my husband, but he was not home. I was home alone. The next day, I tried to ask Child B's mother about it and she told me that I did not have to tell her about it, she already knew. She said it was my angel comforting me by letting me know that she was next to me for healing. That was awesome! She said,
I told you she would reveal herself to you. She did show herself to me, a few times...
3) I was at work in a building alone in the fall. It was dark early, and the building was scary in the dark to me. I had to close the building down which meant ensuring that all of the lights were off and the doors were locked. It was dead quiet, and I never liked being alone in this building at all because it was creepy. I was in the kitchen turning off coffee pots and etc., and I felt a wind move past me as if something ran past me. I turned around and just kept preparing myself to leave from work. I was pretty good at ignoring paranormal activity most likely because,
It kept happening.
Which meant that I adjusted to it and just normalized it. However, I would always talk about them with others and as I walked down the steps to leave the building, the same wind happened again. I left the building, looked outside and across the street, and there was the homeless man turning around smiling at me while he searched the trashcan. Remember him from earlier blogs? He waved at me. I looked at the other building next door because I wanted to see what kept running past me. No luck. However, the curtain moved on the 2nd floor and at that point, I made a mad dash to my car. Screw that paranormal activity! The homeless man's face changed when that curtain moved, as he looked up there which is why I felt like it was time to go!
The curtain moved on the 2nd floor of building two. Recall, that was the building where all of the kids said a demon was in there; one who did not like me, and with the homeless man's face changing - that was enough for me for that day. (laughing) I left and did not discuss that with my family. Actually, I am unsure if I told anyone about this story because every now and then, they creep me out too. However, the next day I went back to work and some of the kids told me that when I am alone in the building, the "Little Ghost Boy" wants my attention. He runs past me, but I am heavily guarded which is why I am not really alone. The demon was in the 2nd building was there and he moved the curtain. It was a warning, according two the kids.
4) Dreams. I have plenty of them. Some of you are dreamers too. As far back as I can recall, I have always been a dreamer. I have dreams about my friends, their children, lives, and future events. I just had a dream about a college friend of mine and her child, but I will never tell her about it. Periodically, I have recurrent dreams as well. I will share one today, and then another one next week. It had to talk to my mother to help resolve this dream. I wondered if she had any ideas about it, or memories that could help me to understand it.
For years, and I mean years, I dreamed that I was in a mansion and inside of a bedroom with blue carpet in it. The '70s homes were very colorful, and this room had an ocean blue rug with the bed facing me but to my left. There was a little boy there who would always sit on the rug with me. He would play and talk to me. This was not someone that I met in person who passed on, but a person that was unknown to me. This a dream that would happen to me periodically, but one day I told my mother about it. It was so real to me, and I wanted answers.
Little did I know...
I call my mother everyday to talk to her and see how she is doing, when I cannot see her in person. My mother is my BFF, and I tell her everything. One day I described the scene to her, but I also mentioned that the staircase was grand and made of cherry wood - beautiful. This was definitely a unique home feature, and the staircase also had a large victorian-looking rug in the middle of it by the windows. My mom told me that it was the mansion where her aunt and uncle lived in, and that they babysat me when I was little. She said,
Lisa, one day when I came to pick you up, I saw you talking to something. That something was a "Little Ghost Boy," and you were two were playing together. She said, I saw the ghost. I immediately prayed it away and I also asked God to removed your visions and/or your ability to see ghosts. It was obvious that you could see them because you were playing with him. She said, I think he wants you to remember him which is why the dream is recurring. However, those are demons, and I did not want you playing with demons as a child. I demanded it to go away in prayer, and it did. Whoa...I did not expect that answer from my mom. I do have some memories of that mansion. Nevertheless,
I never had the dream again, nor can I see ghosts.
Was I a Nebulous Child too?