More Nighmares of HIM

I hate waking up after having such disjointed sleep. 


There were hallucinations of tornado sirens around 11:03 p.m. MST. The only way I could sleep was with the knowledge that the place I live is far too cold to have such storms right now.

There was a dream about a missing child named Alex who was lost by a river I don't recognize.  In the dream, I join the search and find evidence that the eleven year old child ran away. 

These dreams happen a lot to me.  I'll dream of children being buried only to learn, within three days, that they've gone missing.  There is one in particular that is haunting me to this day.

If I  drive by a little patch of open space and feel the spirit of a little girl.  She won't say her name but if I close my eyes, I see the little girl wrapped around a bloody white sheet.

Four years after the visions started, a story came out about a little girl who lived one block away from this field going missing.  Her mother has since died.  Her father has moved away.  No one has dared look for the body. 

We only know she was murdered years ago by her step-father because her step-brothers told social workers when they were questioned.  We don't know when she died, only that her brothers were haunted by her murder. 

The little girl has a name now. It is pronounced Aarron-nay. She's named after her father. 

Maybe I should go back with stuffed animals.  Maybe she'll tell me where she sleeps. 

I don't know.  How would that look if a former candidate for office locates the remains of a murdered child in her city?  

Does it matter how it looks.  I need a shaman to help me learn to comfort this kiddo. 

I hate being psychic. 

It's worse during Mercury retrograde because the information rarely makes sense.

Two more weeks to go and everything will be back to normal.


I'll watch the news today and look for stories about an eleven year old named Alex.  In the dreams, he's near a busy street by a bus stop and hiding in a light blue bathroom.  It is a bus that Tom and I used to ride together, so I can guess the city.  Since there are only two rivers in the areas we visited, that narrows it down quite a bit. 

The searchers have to hurry.  There are a lot of children's spirits haunting the river at Bear Valley.  I hate going there, so many little ones have drowned. 

Sometimes the information works....sometimes it doesn't. 

No wonder my mother drank...it made the visions stop. 

My daughters are psychic.  It's a little freaky. 

When my eldest was two, I was given a medication that made me sick.  I fell in and out of consciousness for hours at a whack.  My last vision before passing out was of my mother.  I woke up hours later with my 2 year old by my side.  She took darn good care of herself.  She ate cold chicken nuggets from the fridge.  She relieved herself on the kid's potty.  She cuddled mommy. 

I awoke to her telling me that her grandma was there telling her what to do. 

My mother died in 1984. 

Then, she had to tell my mother-in-law that she didn't need her because she already had a nice grandma. 

Oooh....that wasn't a good thing. 

Years later, I would take the younger one to a graveyard for the first time.  She ran up to my mother's headstone, took off her jacket, and set it on the top of the tombstone. 

The three year old child looked up at me and said, 'ssshhhh mommy, grandma is sleeping.'

On the bright side, living in a haunted house doesn't creep them out at all. 

I bought a little vial of lavender from a woman who makes her own essential oils.  I like buying from her because the lavender smells like the old scent of the vintage Cover Girl cosmetics I used to wear in High School.  It reminds me of the comfort I had as a teen hanging out with my best friend. 

I used it in a ritual to honor Isis and Osiris, asking to meet my soul mate so that I don't go terrorizing men that aren't meant for me anymroe. 

The next morning, I found the vial of lavender oil had been given a new name. 

I kid you not...

The handwritten L-A-V-E-N-D-E-R had been changed.

           It now reads  A- N-E-W-U-S-E.

Things that used to creep me out, like finding answers to questions written in spent candles, or dreaming of people and having them visit me.  It no longer bother me.  This was just one of those things that I'll never quite understand. 

I think I know why no one visits my house anymore.  It is always chilly and cold.  We never needed an air conditioner.  Our summer electrric bills are very low.

Maybe I need to plan a Halloween party to get people over here...that ought to be good! 

I'm hoping to be out of here by Halloween, though.  I'm not sure the spirits will follow me. 

Love ya,

S.

Edit 3/19/12:

I checked the database....there haven't been any missing kiddos named Alex here since 2000.

And, I think this was what I needed to pay attention to:

http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/03/19/10757475-tornadoes-strike-nebraska-flipping-tractor-trailer-and-rail-cars


I blame HAARP.

Damn....I usually get more lead time on those visions. 

I had the auditory hallucination at 11:03 p.m. on Friday.  They hit around 11:00 p.m. on Sunday. 
48 hours? 



Edit 3/21/12

There was a young man that disappeared last week about two miles from my home.  He is hispanic, around thirteen years of age.  His family lives in a home by a river.

I learned about this from the staff at the music store.  They're asking every customer if we've seen the young man.  I'm a little ticked that the local PD and media isn't picking up on the story but I'll see if I can get a copy of the boy's picture.  There is a reason the spirits gave me this dream.  Maybe he's out here somewhere. 

We'll see.  I'll update if anything happens.

Oh...and my friend and his family are all okay!
Love ya,

S.