The love log

Television can be very hypnotic. Before you know it hours will pass and it's bedtime. I'm watching TV and I see a man sitting in a chair and demonstrating how to do self-hypnosis in order to gain euphoria. As I watch I realize that I could do the same. After the show I sat down and tried it myself. I closed my eyes and took myself to this wonderful place and became instantly addicted to it. I felt an entity inside of me. How could this be a bad thing when it felt so good. The more I hypnotized myself the more addicted I became to the feeling.

Many of my friends saw the show so I decided to have a party so we could all share this wonderful thing we created in ourselves. I was the first to go under and others followed, something felt wrong inside of me. The entity was not so kind this time. I could feel pain in my foot like a sharp knife was cutting me and pressing upward. I felt like I had given up control of myself, I needed to find inner strength. I needed the strength of God to save me. The pain was intense and I was using every oounce of my own will power to overcome this thing inside of me. I decided to say a prayer that was taught to me at Para-study. "Nothing can come near me that isn't sent from God in love and peace" I repeated it over and over again until I regained consciousness.

As I went to my friends I was horrified. I could see that they were in pain, some were showing signs of torture, blood was dripping from their feet. I could see their tortured bodies crumbling and bleeding. I couldn't panic. I had to find an answer. Someone in the house had to be awake. Someone pure of heart. As I entered the living room I saw two people, a young man and woman. They were not familiar to me but that was not important. I had to save my friends. Inside of me I felt that I knew what had to be done. I prayed to God that my idea would work.

I took the most perfect log that I had. I love a cozy fire even in the summer, just turn up the air conditioner. Anyway, getting back to the story.....I give the log to the young man and ask the pretty young woman to place her hands on top of the log. I instructed them to stare into each others eyes. They did not question me, they just did it. As they stared into each others eyes I could see the love between them. A beautiful bright light shone around them. As time passed I felt a calmness come over me, I looked around and all my friends were back to their old selves. Love truly is powerful.

As I awoke from my dream I knew I had been given a sign, a message maybe from God. Looking for temporary happiness can be deadly. Drugs and alcohol are so hypnotic and fun in the beginning but they are killers. It not only hurts you but everyone around you. And the result from addiction is death. You need to love yourself enough, you need to love others!!!

The evil eye

I delved into the paranormal many years back. I read tarot cards and palms from a book, I had strange dreams, some of which came true. This, by no means, makes me psychic, but that doesn't mean that I didn't have psychic experiences.

Any time you reach into the spiritual world you can reach a little too far and the result can be scary. I remember astral traveling several times, one time I felt an evil spirit trying to enter my body while I was out. I tried to call out for help but I couldn't speak. I began the Lord's Prayer, by the time I got to the last part of the prayer I woke up saying it. My kitchen cabinets would open and close on their own, there were strange noises like foot steps but no one would be there.

One morning my alarm went off, it wasn't set to go off it just did. I tried to turn it off but it wouldn't, just like "King Ding". I unplugged it and it stopped. As I was making my bed I felt like there was a knife poking me in the back. There was a weird feeling in the room, like I wasn't alone. I decided to call my Mom.

My Mom saw ghosts, her ghosts had no legs just torsos. She knew a prayer that removed the "evil eye". Phonic spelling is the "maloiks". (My Mom's pronunciation) Her neighbor also got into the act and did the water and oil prayer. By the end of the afternoon, I got a call and she told me that I won't be bothered anymore. Just to be safe I removed all paraphanalia associated with the paranormal.

Life has been pretty normal since then although I do seen movement out of the corner of my eye sometimes. When I turn, no one is there. But that is normal, right??? You all have had that happen, right???

King Ding Lives

This will be short and sweet. It was Christmas in the early 70's. My oldest son wanted a robot called "king ding". It was a cute little robot about a foot tall that walked and went "ding ding" with every step. One night after Christmas, while my kids were sleeping, I was watching TV when all of a sudden I here a ringing sound coming from the dining room. I get up to see what it was and here comes the King Ding. It had been put under the sewing machine in the dining room. King ding walked out from under it and made a left (which it is not suppose to be able to do) walked around the dining room table came through the foyer and was making a left into the living room. I tried to turn it off but it wouldn't turn off. I woke up my son and asked him to help turn king ding off, after a few minutes he was able to stop it. He swears there were no batteries in it.

We have had many odd occurances in our house back then, this was just one of them.

"Little people" in Chester Park

It has been about 45 years since that day in Chester park and my family still loves to hear the story about the Little People. I was a Teenager in the late fifties to early sixties, a great time to grow up. My best friend's name was Cookie, she and I decided to go to the park and hang out. It was May, a beautiful day, the sun was shining. The park was filled with kids playing football, baseball, Tennis, etc. There were many families picnicing. The streets were filled with teenagers cruising in their cars.

Cookie and I loved boys, we would wave and they would whistle. It was a fun day as we walked along the park 's windy road. On the side of the road a guy was waxing his car and picnicers at the bottom of the hill(this is an important fact in my story). As I was about to remark about how bright the sun was shining through the trees Cookies yells, "Look down there"!! I look down the hill and asked "What are they, little people?" Cookie goes running down the hill yelling"Little people what are you?" I, being the rational one looking for witnesses, looked to the guy on the side of the road waxing his car but he was gone, I looked up and down the road and not a car in sight. I looked all around and there was no one. I didn't give it much thought at the time, I was more concerned with Cookie running down that hill alone so I followed her. As we approached the little people they ran from us, we followed. We ran into the woods not realizing that they had disappeared. When we finally stopped we couldn't believe what had happened, people don't just disappear! We got down on our hands and knees and pounded on the ground, we felt that it was the only place they could have gone.

When we gained our composure we walked back to the place we first saw them. There were many families picnicing on that very spot, obviously for some time and the guy on the side of the road was still waxing his car. The road was filled with guys cruising in their cars. One car actually stopped because they could see that Cookie and I were dazed and confused. We told them our story and went for a ride with them. They laughed it off and so did we.

It has been nothing more than a story to pass on to my kids and my grandchildren. I still wonder what I saw. What were those "Little people"? Where did they come from and how did they disappear? Why couldn't I see the picnicers or the guy waxing his car, that were obviously still at the park as we had our encounter.

Cookie and I never retained a memory of what these little people looked like. Even right after it happened. The only reason we know that they were unusual was because we remembered what we said and how shocked we were by their appearance. What they were , where they came from is a mystery that I will always wonder about. Strange dreams followed for many years. Was it my subconcious trying to make sense of it all? Probably!!!!!