Murtagh message received, June 28, 2017

I still have some of Murtagh’s food that I rotate into my dogs Snitch, Dimka and Mavis’s diet. I thought to add some tonight as it has been a while.

I filled their bowls with their regular food and went to get Murtagh’s to add. I put his tattoo (on my wrist) to my heart and touched his picture, on the fridge, as I walked by it, tearing up as it was another hard moment to push through.

The cabinets I keep his food in has doors closed by magnets.

I was a foot away reaching for the handles and the doors clicked, loudly, purposefully. It made me stop. It sounded as if the doors had been open and closed with a click.

I was looking right at the doors, reaching for them, they weren’t open, they didn’t move. I heard them click though.

I gave Murtagh an even tearier ‘thank you’ and choked up telling family what just happened.

Lovely little signs. ūüźĺ ūüíô

 

 

 

 I love, love, love you, my boy. ~mum.

 

 

 

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“Guard”ian Angels, heaven sent

December 23, 2015

Protected by angels.

I stopped by the industrial center (10pmish) to scooter two of my dogs Snitch (Golden Retriever – 10) and Dimka (Doberwoman – 2).

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I took Dimka first as she was hyper. We flew down the dark and empty street what must be around 20 mph’s. It was misty and cool, really refreshing. The street was dry enough to feel safe traction. Dimka had a terrific long racing gate going, her toy rings tucked in her mouth, as she likes to carry them at top speed (otherwise at slower speeds she spins them around her muzzle in boredom). She was racing along itching to get to the grass spot where she can end in a game of fetch.

Halfway down the back stretch she sees grass (if I may remind ye that we are going at a good clip) “Grass!!!!!” She cuts left. I saw she was going to do it prior, by a fraction of a sec. I touched both breaks and leaned left. I then slid both tires into a leaning slide (sideways, the opposit direction that man built tires to move) with a hellofa screech we came to a collected and elegant stop.. No thanks to Dimka. She lowered her head and grinned. She was standing on the grass…..

I said, loudly (blood still draining from my frozen face) “Dimka! What the hell??” (Nobody was around and I nearly died.) She grinned and asked to play fetch hopping up and down looking at her rings. “No, we don’t play fetch here! I’ll tell you when we are going to stop, thank you very much.” We go back to scootering (at slower speed) were she attempts this behavior two more times. *sigh* She hasn’t tried this for months, I thought she had stopped it, clearly not. We finally reached our fetch spot, just at the end of that road, and had a blast. After that we scootered on back to my truck, with no further issues, yet a little rattled. I made out a big story, to the¬†person waiting with my Golden, of nearly dying.

…… … .

Then I take Snitch…. I thought we’d have a lovely little jog along the same path. …. .. .

We were running along the first 30% and its wonderful, Snitch is smiling. Yay!

200ft ahead near the wash and at the first turn I see a rabbit scramble across the road, nothing chased it. I made a mental note. Oh, rabbits are around its safe near the wash. We corner the bend and I look at the bike path that runs along the side of the wash. I think, glad we are scootering on the left side of the streetlight lit road, that bike path looks creepy!!
We come down the back stretch.. Again. This time there are two cars parked on the left, facing us. I notice what first appeard at that distance to be a really heavy person standing near the cars. Then the person separates into two people. When we get to about 100ft of them the male shape turns in our direction.

The man shape yells something (they are wearing puffy jackets) I initially thought they were having an animated conversation, as the woman still hadn’t turned and I was really far from them still. Then when I didn’t respond the woman half turned and they both looked at me as if waiting for response. They didn’t have threatening posture just expecting. I realized then from their jacket patches that they were security guards. I relaxed a bit and said, “Excuse me? Did you say something to me? I didn’t hear you.”

The male then said, “You are being followed!”
Me: “What?”
Male: “There are two coyotes following you!”
I stop just past them and turn around: “OMG!!!!”
Male: “You didn’t know you were being followed, did you?”
Me: “No!”
Male: “They are still coming. Two of them, no four!”
It’ll be more than that I thought….

The coyotes were still charging down the middle of the street right at us. Two had seperated, one on each sidewalk, across the street from each other. The two on the sidewalk charging a good clip ahead of the two in the street. There would be one in front. When a pack splits like that they are going in for the attack. The one in front will make a first, silent and sudden first appearance, blocking path. That one will often bark/howl/yip to get attention. The victim will turn around to flee and find the two behind blocking exit.. Its the two on the sidewalk that would attack first. (This happened to Snitch and myself when he was really small)

Me: “OMG, they are still coming!”
Male: “Its okay as long as we are here.”
I thought, do they have guns??
Me: “I thought we would be safe with¬†the scooter, speed and Snitch being big.”
Male and female: “No”
Male: “They don’t care about that.”

Wow! These two guards weren’t there when I scootered Dimka at a faster clip, the screaching tires must have saved us. Our angels put these two guards there and in a position to see what was about to happen literally RIGHT where they needed to be to save us. They were parked there with their doors open. I honestly think they saved Snitch. It would have been bad if they started attacking. Not neighborhood dog attack, but hungry enough to take us both on attack. I never, never would have thought that would happen. (Articles online state they don’t go after big dogs or humans…. Wrong!!!!) Wow. We were really far from my truck.

I was about to jump into their car with Snitch when the coyotes slowed, stopped, and stood staring. They realized we were there with other humans, it formed a pack, more of a threat. The coyotes turned around and headed in the direction they came, from the wash. I thanked the guards profusely for helping us. The male told us to be careful. The woman said to scooter in daylight, (yeah, when industrial center is full of drivers) I almost asked them to pace us back to my truck, but the coyotes were heading in other direction. In hindsight I really should have.

So I go back to my truck with a different perspective on dying. And ran Snitch/fetch in smaller grass next to my truck to make him happy, as the normal patch was way too close to ground zero.

I drove back through the scooter path telling the person with me the story, and, again, shouted my thanks out the window to the two guards (they were strolling down the sidewalk talking) and wished them a Merry Christmas. They were smiling, said the same, happy to have helped.

Again, educated. I never would have thought that would happen… Digging out my stun baton (check your local laws) and party horn to attach to scooter.

Yay for rental cops! Yay for these two angels ‘disguised’ as rental guards!

That was our evening.

 © Trilby

 

 

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Felt chosen by children/spirit

Just after 2:40 am I had this sudden… Undeniable, and yet very clear feeling of being “chosen” to be a mum. It’s the most difficult thing to explain. I just knew. I felt one, then, possibly, another more reserved spirit present too.

This wasn’t at all the same as having a persons spirit nearby, someone wanting to communicate or visit.. I just know they want me to be their mum. I actually spoke out loud, “No, no, no, no, no. You don’t want me to be your mother! I would be a horrible mother. I would be a horrible mother. I have mental issues, physical, a Scottish temper. I cant even look after myself, just starting to use the phone, I would be a horrible mother.” I just felt a smiling calm. Peaceful descision. It’s so hard to put into words.

Not to mention the fact that I don’t have a boyfriend. They don’t seem to project caring about that either. Have their own little plans over there… “Uh, no. I repeat. Me. Bad. Mother!!”

It’s Dimka’s second birthday, and I had promised her not to be so hard on her today. It’s been a hard time for my family lately, with horrible, (atrocious) neighbors and what that brings out of you when you are ignoring them and they keep being total aHoles.

Oh god. Please, choose someone better. Please. I love you already, but please choose someone else.

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The spirit in the parking lot

About four years ago I had driven to the other side of my valley to run an errand. I was reminded of this experience, because like this week, it was the first really long heatwave of the year. Outside temp had been around 106ňöF then too.

I had made my purchases and headed back out across the parking lot to my truck. I’m one of those people who park in the back¬†in the empty parking spaces at the rear of a lot to protect my ‘baby’ from other drivers. By the time I climbed in I was considering moving to a milder climate. I turned my truck on and waited a few min for the AC to bring the internal temp of a blistering¬†120ňöF (from sitting-in-the-sun) back down to comfortable, and then¬†decided to head out.

I checked my rear mirror, as I put the truck in reverse, nothing there. I then in rotation scanned my left mirror, rear again, then right mirror (still no obstacles in sight)  I turned my torso around to eventually look out the rear window, as I made to reverse.

I was startled to see a grey transparent form directly behind my truck on the drivers side. And then as if this form/spirit wanted me to see it, in a type of memory, I then remembered what it wanted me to see it as. Confusing, but it’s the best way I can describe it — when I think back what I saw was the grey shadow, but ‘attached’ is a clear visual. He was a young man late teens, early twenties. He had shaggy surfer type dark blond hair. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt with a white emblem on the left front breast area (though I can’t make out the design)

This all happened in the blink of an eye. One second it was behind my truck, the next it wasn’t. I would have thought it was the heat playing with me, but it was too detailed.. too clear. I was also hydrated and feeling fine. When I tried to ask who it was the name James came to me very strongly. It was the name pictured in block type letters in my mind. That was the end of the experience.

I went home to search the internet for deaths in the area, hoping for some match to what I saw. Nothing. I then searched the name James. Still came up empty.

I still feel him in that area when I visit the parking lot. He’s a peaceful spirit, I didn’t get any dark feelings nor did I feel threatened, though startled yes. One min nobody is around and the next someone is standing directly behind you while you are in reverse. I was hoping to help him, but it seems he either didn’t need it or maybe he received it from someone else. Maybe he was just a wondering soul wanting someone to know he was there. I just hope he isn’t stuck.

Peace to you, James. If that is your name, or not, I hope you find your way.

©Trilby

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Dark shadow and orb

Five years ago the mother of another childhood friend passed away from a long battle with cancer. This family also lived on my street and they were familiar with the father who I wrote of earlier.

My friend who had moved to Canada to go to college, later met a young woman and married her deciding to stay in the country. I hadn’t been in contact with him for a couple of years. Last being a summer visit home. And brief at that. I had in fact lost contact with him and even through I ran several internet searches, came up empty. He comes from my generation of not liking facebook and other social media sites, great for privacy lovers like us, but bad when you need to catch up with old friends.

About a week or so after his mothers passing, it was late in the evening, and everyone else in the home was in bed. I was walking into my laundry room. It’s a room/hallway off the tv room that leads into the garage.

I was in the doorway to this area with the kitchen light shining from my back, through the tv room lighting my way in the direction I was headed. It was then that a human type shadow broke the light on the surfaces in front of me, as if someone tall had walked behind me from right to left.

This startled me something dreadful to the point I couldn’t turn around right away. I had a sick feeling with it. I knew it couldn’t be any family in the house as they wouldn’t do such a thing without announcing themselves, also wouldn’t explain the feeling. Also from the direction this shadow headed would mean that I would have seen whoever it was in the tv room while passing through, as the only exits are on the side of the room it was heading when it walked behind me.

Feeling the blood drain from my face and a bit chilly I forced myself to turn around. I did. Nothing was there. This gave me the courage to search the house. Everything was secure and as it should have been.

I came back downstairs and into the kitchen and a dark orb floated in front of my face in a frantic twirling motion — like a moth escaping something. Then it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. I had never seen a dark orb before nor since. *taps on wood* That also gave me that sick/heavy feeling surrounding me.

I feel pretty strongly that this was my friends mother and she was trying to communicate with me. I told her I knew it was her and she had to leave, she wasn’t welcome and it was time for her to move on. She couldn’t stay in or around my home or family or myself. If she needed something she would have to go to someone else. I then cracked some windows and smudged the house with white sage and asking my guides to remove everything negative. It wasn’t until I finished this cleansing that the feeling finally let up and left.

My friends mother never gave you the feeling she liked you,¬†always looking down her nose at you, though I never gave her reason to think that way of me. I looked after their home and cats whenever they went away in my youth. My friend claimed himself she had issues with just about everyone. I’ve pondered once or twice if this isn’t why she became so sick herself.

Was she sorry for her behavior here on earth and trying to say so? Or was she just using me to get some message across? I’ll not know. I don’t want to know, especially with the way she went about attempting to get my attention.

In the end I hope she’s found some form of peace, for her kind husband and sons sake, wherever she may now be.

©Trilby

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White rabbit, white rabbit, white rabbit.”

Happened to be here as the clock struck midnight on the new month.

Just a little luck to enter the new month, doesn’t hurt.

‚ė쬆¬†(Wiki for those scratching their heads)

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Visit from a friends father

This past Feb I opted to lay down on the futon here in the quiet and dark study, as I often do when I have a headache that is threatening to become a migraine. I was laying there with a cool cloth over my eyes for a couple of hours before it started to let up. I was gazing at the ceiling, bringing myself back to reality when I felt a presence to the left of the futon at the same time I saw movement. I looked to that side and saw a tall human shaped shadow. It wasn’t threatening, I had the feeling it was trying to get my attention though.. this form intentionally let me see itself.

I waited. I wasn’t forming any coherent thoughts yet, so didn’t bother asking what it wanted. It didn’t become solid, it just stood there apparently watching me, and then a moment or two later it was gone both in feeling and from sight.

The next day I found out the father of one of my childhood friends passed away, on my birthday of all days (I’ll always think of that now) a few days before.

He was a quiet and respectful military man, served in¬†Viet Nam, Air force, football/or USsoccer coach. Strict with his kids, but always kind to me. He would just stand and watch me, it was eerie a bit I have to admit. I think after having terrors for sons he didn’t know how to react to me, or maybe he couldn’t understand what I saw in his sons to be such good friends with one of them (I’ve always seen the kindness in the one, which is what he’s always shown me). I know this ‘shadow’ must have been his father, as it was that same sort of presence — the watching, the quiet… as if wanting to say something, but not sure what to say. It couldn’t have been coincidence of finding out about his passing the next day either.

I plan to tell my friend about this experience sometime in the future when I feel he’s ready to hear it. He’s naturally still too raw right now.

Peace to you, sir. The heavens add another guardian to their ranks.

©Trilby
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Odd happenings

I was watching The Haunting tv show with my family this past weekend, they were running a marathon. Its a re-inactment of ‘real events’ which ¬†(in my humble opinion) are usually grossly blown up and out of proportion for entertainment purposes.

In this epsiode there was a single mother who had purchased a home which turned out to be haunted. The ex husband was over trying to convince her that the home wasn’t haunted, and was trying to find a way to tell her she might want to talk to a shrink. Thought also crossed his mind that she was lonely, and was using this as ploy to get him back into her life again. That was the basics of the scene…

At this point he stood up and demanded to the house or whatever was in it, to move something or do something, to prove something was there, to show itself. Silence. Nothing happened. It was then that the fan attached to my microwave over my stove turned on all by itself.

My family and I all exchanged looks. Then I said, “Hey! We are not participating in this tv show! You do not belong here, get out now!” Not a comfortable experience. I stood up walked over to it and turned it off. That was the end of it. Thank goodness.

The only other time something like that happened was the same kitchen, but old 70’s type solid stove/microwave unit (not the same micro — that was long ago replaced) This was back in the early 90’s and we were watching a magician show on tv. He had said to the audience at home to bring a broken electronic item to the tv room and he would fix it. A member or my family, for kicks, went into the kitchen and stood by the microwave.

The magician on tv then said to the effect “Now everyone at home all concentrate at the same time on making the broken object work.” This went on for something like a min of silent concentration, he then told the audience to turn on their objects.

To my families amazement, the microwave which hadn’t worked in many months turned on. It was the first time in months, and never worked again after that either. Eerie!

©Trilby
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A guiding hand

Anyone else been touched (other similar) by something you couldn’t see?

I have read and seen interviews of people being touched and or aided in some way by an otherwise invisible force. I love hearing these experiences, I find them so fascinating.

One story I heard that really sticks with me was a hiker taking a walk across a bluff that was over-looking the ocean, it was evening and he came too close to the edge and slipped, sliding over the edge. He mentioned this is when he very forcefully asked for help to whoever was listening. It was then that he received it. He felt firm pressure from behind (which should have been open air) and he was pressed into the cliff face and supported there. It took him a moment to find foot and hand holds and he was held until he was able to support himself, which is only when that pressure let up. He then slowly made his way back to safety. He swore it was divine intervention.

I myself have had similar experiences of being touched by something I couldn’t see (one of which I mentioned in a past post) There was another time I was running down my staircase at top speed with my hands in my pockets. I knew it wasn’t smart to do so and even remember having had my mothers voice in my head; “Never go down the stairs with your hands in your pockets” as I did it, but even that didn’t pull my hands from my pockets.

I must have been setting myself up for something awful, as several steps from the bottom, I slipped. Instead of falling, I was yanked upright by what felt like a hand gripping my collar from behind. It supported me like that till I reached the bottom, which wasn’t long, as I was still moving at some speed. When I was safe I immediately spun around to see who grabbed me. Nothing. Nobody was there.

If it had been dark in the house, no lights on and no visability I would have sworn that someone had saved me from falling. I would have searched the house to find whoever it was.

As it was.. daylight was streaming in through the windows and I could plainly see nobody was there. I felt the blood drain from my face, but it’s hard to get scared when that being who I couldn’t see didn’t hurt me, but instead saved me from getting hurt.

Now when I approach the top of a staircase I not only have that motherly voice of reminder in my mind, but also this experience.

©Trilby
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A visit from a friend, from the other side.

Back through the 90’s I belonged to a chat room that changed more than just my own life. It was one of those places that you wish you could put into a time capsule and re-visit throughout your existence here. All of us who went there knew it was special at the time and we cherished every min we had there… and we did spend a lot of time there!

For a good ten years I/we spent six to eight hours a night talking in a specially designed chat house that allowed you to talk to up to twenty people in each room all at once, but also in private boxes and you could ‘page’ other people who were in other rooms, so if one room was full you could still chat with others in other rooms. Then there was also private messages and invites. You could have more than one handle, and everyone knew everyones spares. It was a wonderful place and far advanced in technology for the time.

At the end of each night you were physically exhausted keeping up with everyone in conversation, it was wonderful!! Being anti-social as I am I’m surprised I ever entered let alone stayed and enjoyed. I learned how to really communicate with others and enjoy all types of people, lovely respectful and passionate, normal, everyday people, of all ages, from all over the world. You knew what everyones fav food was, pets, what type of vehicle they drove all before (if ever) knowing their age. It was an alter reality, an escape from reality. I’m so glad to have been a part of it.

Toward the end of that part of my life is where this experience begins really. It was really the reason the place became a ghost town.

We lost one of our own.

One of our younger members was a bright light of a girl around the age of sixteen. The last time I talked with her was late in the evening, I had been invited into a private room to be ‘hooked – up’ with a friend of couple I knew. They had wanted me to come to their state/home for a BBQ weekend to visit with them as their friend stayed too, to see if we hit it off. They had been joking about it for several weeks, and then that night tired to talk me into it more seriously, hence the private room. I begrudgingly accepted PR invite but wasn’t really overly thrilled with the idea of a blind date out of state as it were. Even if I did tech know this couple talking to them so frequently… it was the 90’s after all.

This upset more than just a couple people too evidently. A girl quickly learns how many men in a chat house like you when you disappear into a chat room after explaining your about to be hooked up. Eeek. I learned how dense I was. I learned how blunt people need to be to let me know they like me… I also learned how vague men can be.

Yeah, that was a scrambling-of-emotions and quick-private-messages-all-around-moments.

In that heated moment was when I received another private message from the young girl in question. She normally went by the handle ‘Halle Grace’ (wow, it still hurts to type it… whoo), but was sporting a new one which was a combination of a mutual friend of ours (one of the men also in the moment upset with me… heck, I didn’t know…) One of his more popular handles was ‘Poison Idea’, and our mutual friend came in PM to tell me it was herself under her new handle.

I explained that I was in a mess of a place, trying to answer everyones PMs, and still talk in the private room. I told her that I couldn’t really talk. I never say¬†that, I’m not that type of person to put people off, but I had my hands full. I explained that to to in the moment, and thr amazing young soul she is,¬†she said it was okay, that she only came on to show me her knew idea of the handle and had to get to bed. She¬†said to the effect of “Spins around in a circle and falls down on her rear” showing off her new name: ‘Poison little pill’. That made me smile as it was so her to do sometime silly like the handle and the disruption showing it off.

I told her that I loved it and that it was perfect, and that our mutual friend would get a kick out of it too and be chuffed at the compliment in wanting a name like his. She laughed and said he told her so too. We said our cyber hugs and goodbyes and she left the place to go to bed she said.

That was the last the place was the same. The next day there was hardly anyone there which was completely odd. Only people I barely knew. The next two days were much of the same, but on that third day I finally came across another mutual friend of that close group. She was acting funny and finally asked me if I had even heard the news. Naturally I said, “What news?”

The morning after I last spoke with the young ‘Poison little Pill’ she was leaving her home for school, she slipped on the ice on her front walk and by the time anyone found her she was still unconscious and covered in snow. She had survived on life support for a time before her family decided to let her cross over.

I was stunned and heartbroken. I’d never lost anyone I was close to before. It was weird as with the early internet too (which was still honest), you realized that you knew someone probably better than you ever would have known the person if you knew them in life, in person, yet you never even saw their picture. I never knew her real name, nor her exact age. Those things just didn’t matter. It was a hurt on such an odd and painful level. There was no way to contact the family or find out more.

Everyone on the chat house stopped coming so there was nobody to discuss it with, nobody wanted to discuss it I suppose. It was like the magic was broken and there was no way to save it. A lovely young life snuffed out. The internet became reality that day.

Anyway I suppose I’m rambling.

It was a few weeks into my new normal evenings. I was standing in my upstairs bathroom drying my hair. The bathroom door leads onto the landing area, and from where I was you could see the light hanging over the open stairs. I was thinking of my friend.. or rather thoughts of her came into my mind very strongly almost as if she put them there herself (something which I have new doubt she did, with her strength and passion she had in life)

I teared up and said , “I know you’re here, Halle. I know it’s you.” Then I smiled. “How about you let me know it? Can you do something?”

Not three min later.. I had put the hair dryer away and was standing at my sink when my bathroom light blinked twelve times. Obvious enough to the point I actually counted. Twelve blinks. My bathroom light had never done so before, and not in all the many years since. I wasn’t disturbed or scared in the slightest. It was a comfort, I’m sure a comfort to both of us. Imagine being in their shoes trying to get the attention of the living and not being able to?

I laughed, as that was so Halle! Not just a couple blinks she had to go overboard to prove her point.

Then I learned she wasn’t finished.

It was then that I noticed the lamp above the stairs, which hangs from a chain, start to swing. It only otherwise does this in earthquakes and during earthquakes there are several other things that are similarly effected, none of which were acting that way in the moment. Only the lamp above the stairs was swinging, and with more zest than with an average earthquake too. I laughed out loud again then. I told her I knew it was her and that I loved her and hoped she was okay. I told her she could come whenever she needed, said I hope my being upset didn’t effect her.¬†¬†I thanked her for visiting me and letting me know she was there. Then just like that I felt her go. Just as you have your back to a door and feel someone enter and or leave a room, I felt her spirit move away.

I have felt her since, but not with obvious physical effects. I’ll all of a sudden think of her. I think that is when a persons spirit shows up, as it causes you to notice and your mind thinks/assumes you are simply remembering them. I feel it’s truly them with us in the moment checking in on us to see how we are doing.

They are lucky in that sense, aren’t they? They get to see and or visit us even if we are only left with memories of them and questions on if we really feel them or if we are going batty.

Regardless of all that human over-thinking… I hope I get to see her again on both sides.

You’re one of a kind, Halle. You were and still are loved. Be at peace my dear friend.¬†‚̧

©Trilby
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