The Supernatural

Today I was catching up on some blog reading and decided to visit Murray's blog.  Murray has a wonderful way of telling a story.  He isn't blogging as frequently or as in depth as he once did several years ago however I do enjoy his blog very much.  I especially loved it when he would have a voice blog and I would get to hear that wonderful Australian accent of his!
The above mentioned blog post had me thinking about the time when I was about 14 or 15 and I was in what was being used as a den back then in my mother's house.  There was still blue shag carpeting from the original owners, a French Provincial style sofa with some gold pattern in it and my most cherished procession  my stereo system. It was a very dreary day with bursts of pouring rain that slacked off to a drizzle. My mother wasn't feeling well and had gone to lay in bed.  My father had left to see some friends and I was listening to my, I'm almost ashamed to say this, Shaun Cassidy album.  I was playing the album rather loudly and singing at the top of my voice when I heard the side door entrance open and slam shut.  I heard foot steps down the hall way to my mother's room.  I turned the music down called out to my father and looked out the door of the den.
There was no response, so I returned to the room turned the music back up and began to sing again.  Several minutes passed when I again heard footsteps from the hall and the side entrance door open and slam shut again.  I walked out of the room again calling for my father.  I walked to the side door and looked to see if his car was in the driveway.  I stood there a little confused and walked down the hall to mom's room.  She was still resting but I asked her if dad had just come home and left?  Her response has been something that has always bothered me.  She replied, "No, but some man spoke to me in a language I could not understand, he  walked into my room yelling at the top of his voice.  When he was done he slapped me on my  behind and left the room."
I didn't understand how she could remain so calm.  She said it wasn't the first time someone or something had contacted her like that.  She explained that she had visits like that several times in her life.  I am still not sure I believe it but I can't deny the things I heard.  My immediate response to that situation was to drop to my knees and pray that God never let me have the ability to see or hear that sort of thing again.  I never have at least not really.  I have since met more people than I can count that truly believe.  One wonderful acquaintance that believes I have the ability to have contact with the supernatural but because I asked God to protect me from that I do not see/hear them around me.
I have like I'm sure so many of you have felt the hairs on the back of neck stand straight up for no apparent reason.  I've sometimes felt a rush of wind pass me inside my house when there were no open windows or fans or logical explanation for that.  I've seen out of the corner of my eye what looked like some sort of blurry something go by.  I always explain it away as something in my eye or any excuse I can use to wish it away.  Ultimately I pray to God that he not let me see, feel, or hear any such thing if it does exist and of course protect my family and I if there is indeed such a thing.
What is it that you believe?

This should explain the lack of posts...

OK, any of you that have visited here with me for any length of time, know how I go through spurts of blogging. I ran across the below comic in an email and thought it should explain why this is.....




Not that most regular bloggers don't have a life... I surely don't mean that! A perfect example is MM.

The man has his hands full and still manages to blog not only frequently but in length! Though I'm typically long winded I'm not a great story teller, as you can tell. I do thank those of you that still come to see what is going on in my life!

Sad blogging news

I'm sorry to report my fave blogger MM's parents were both killed on Thursday in a horrible car accident. They were on their way to see their new granddaughter for the first time. I can't begin to imagine what MM, HLS and the children are feeling. Send your good mojo and prayers to them.

another interesting blog

OK ,I found this new site via an advertisement on One red paperclip, Joe apology it has much the same premise as Post Secret, only here you post your apology anonymously. I think its a great way to get the ball rolling. It's cathartic! Some have posted that its a lame excuse for an apology... and maybe on some level that is correct. I think however, that it can be the first step to voicing your apology and or secret. Maybe its like confessions at the Catholic church only much easier. I know as a child growing up in the Catholic church I was not able to confess my true sins. I knew the father knew me and I didn't want him to know the awful truth about my sinful ways. So I made much more menial things up to confess.
I've long sense left the Catholic church partly because of confessions and the strictness of the religion though honestly I'm not a true practicing Baptist either. I don't attend church but I don't feel that keeps me from being a Christian. I try to do unto others as I'd have them do unto me. Even though they don't usually do the same. I can tell you some stories but I won't bore you with the details. Anyway, I had not intended to go into religion I just wanted to give you a great site to check out.
Till next time!