Dracula

For sometime now I have been thinking back to my beginning. Lately I have been doing some research and learning. I know everyone's experiences are different and I've wondered why things started when they did and why it took so long to manifest in my life.
As far back as I can remember there have been bumps in the night and creepy feelings. An odd attraction to all things paranormal and even bouts of depression and the 'mean reds' (watch the movie breakfast at tiffany's if you dont get it).
I started reflecting on my earliest memories and a few nights ago I remembered how a very tall man used to stand at my doorway at night. I called him dracula because of the way he stood and paced at my door. It was my mother who taught me to sing praise songs whenever I felt afraid. She said the devil cannot be in the presents of the Lord. It gave me peace and always made my anxiety and fear go away. She would also pray with me at night for the Lord to send his angels to protect me as I slept. In this way, she was shielding me and the entity was not able to actually enter my room, only pace in the hallway outside my door. I believe my mom brought this to my memory because I've never thought of this time in my life from this perspective before. I've just joked around and said, "I have never been afraid of monsters under my bed or the boogy man in my closet. I was afraid of dracula pacing my bedroom at night." I could go into further details of experiences with 'dracula' but I might save that for another time. For now I have to just wonder...the conviction is in my heart, but am I really ready to face that I may have had a gift that young? And more than that...am I ready to admit that perhaps my strange childhood fear of dracula may not have been my imagination after all? More questions are rising as my son continues to wake up crying at night. Nearly every night. I'm fearful he is sensitive. How can I help him cope when I am only just now learning myself?
As always my friends, keep asking!

Guarding my heart

I tried something new the other night. I was having an anxiety attack. it has been a while since I have had to go through that and I can tell you, it is not something I am able to handle well. I was laying in bed unable to sleep and struggling with my brain and the emotions I was feeling. I asked my angel if it would please come hold my hand. I began to feel a tingling sensation in my hand. It was almost like small electrical pops. My heart rate slowed, my shoulders relaxed, and my whole body became calm and at peace. I asked the angel if it wouldnt mind holding my hand until I fell asleep. It wasn't much longer and I began to drift. As always, keep asking!

Father's Day Surprise

Hello Everyone! It has been quite a while since I posted. A lot has gone on in these past few months. That is probably for another time...

June 15th was my little brother's birthday and he would have been 16 this year if he hadn't had his accident. For father's day, I went to my stepdad's house. We talked about a lot of things, but the topic came to Chase. As he was talking, I noticed extreme physical symptoms. Each time it seems there are more and more things for me to experience and learn. I felt my brother wanting to give our dad a hug. My heart was racing as it would if I were really excited about something. My chest felt like it was being pounded on as if from the inside out (it was not painful; more like pressure) I began to start feeling impatient (body fidgeting, stomach tightening, etc.) and I felt Chase wanting to hug our dad through me. I didn't want to seem random since we were both sitting on opposite sides of the room and he was talking. I ended up interrupting him when my face started "pounding" with pressure as if it were going to come off of my head.
It is very difficult to explain these symptoms because they sound painful. The best explanation I can come up with will leave at least 50% of the population in the dark (sorry in advance!) I felt similar pressure when I had a spinal tap while delivering my son. It is not painful, just extreme pressure. Anyway...
It felt as if Chase was getting impatient with me and trying to "get up" from the couch himself to hug our dad. That was when I interrupted him and told him what I was feeling and that Chase wanted to give him a hug. Once I hugged him the pressure subsided. As the afternoon and conversations progressed Chase stayed with us, completely engrossed in our dad's words. Every time he thought something our dad said was funny, he would laugh and there would be a "blast" of pressure at my head (similar to the pressure you feel when standing near a giant speaker with a lot of bass).

I hope you all had a wonderful father's day and if you have any personal experiences you'd like to share, please email me at ParanormalTrigger@gmail.com
Happy Summer 1st!!!