This is going to be my last paranormal post for a while. Something came waltzing into my room two nights ago and nearly caused me a heart attack. It sounded like a child walked up to my bed and then made little chewing sounds. I'm guessing remembering all of this stuff is opening me up to things again and I really don't want to do that, but I don't want to leave you hanging, either.
So, maybe Charlitan can help me remember why, but somehow she and I ended up at PV's house for some reason or another. I think we might have been picking something up, but I am not sure. But there I was in PV's house talking to him and his lover. The sad thing was, his lover was a really nice guy. Flamboyant and cliche-edly gay, but sweet. He was also a little scared of PV, but he chose to stay because he said the sex was so good. Of course, PV claimed they actually levitated during sex, but that just tells you how insane he was.
Anywho, Charlitan's face suddenly drained of all color and she pointed to a picture on the wall. All four pair of eyes in the room turned to look at a 100 year old picture of a woman. Everyone looked at the picture, looked at me, looked at the picture and then just gasped. I was left standing there going, "What? What is is?" Charlitan said, "Muddy, that woman looks just like you." The picture was of a woman a little older than me with long dark hair. The edges of the photo were browned and she wore a high-collared dress. I stared into her emotionless face and wondered how these people could think I looked like her. PV said, "You see it too, don't you?" And that's when Charlitan grabbed me by my arm, made a quick excuse and dragged me out of the house. She called a friend of hers and arranged for me to meet him the next day. Apparently I needed a little masculine energy protection from PV.
For several weeks before strange things had been happening. Charlitan had a dream about PV and woke up with a nasty nosebleed. My car suddenly stopped in the middle of the night on the OSU campus in a really not so nice spot. Luckily I had a few friends in that area and was able to call for help, but when help came, my car started just fine. A second story porch collapsed at a campus party I was supposed to be at but was running late to. But the weirdest thing was the costume I wore for the show. PV had rented this gorgeous period piece dress for my role in the show. He had rented a few costumes, but mine was the most elaborate and expensive. Only PV didn't have the money to pay the rental fee. Late one night the costume house where the dress was rented from was burned down in an act of arson. Suddenly all fees were waived. Gee, I wonder who the arsonist was?
So the picture was just the last straw. Charlitan took me to her friend and the very first thing he said to me, before even "hello", was that he wouldn't want to meet me in a dark spiritual alley. Apparently he believed I was an old soul and a natural healer who could be threatening to those dabbling in black magic. Things were done, candles lit and I was protected. I left the theater company, although Charlitan (who wasn't really a lesbian at that time) had a crush on one of the acting crew and stayed on for one more show. The threats seemed to dissipate but I was left exposed.
For example, I was snuggled with Kevin on a couch one day, watching a movie, when out of nowhere I just blurted out, "Someone tried to kidnap you." He was so surprised he almost pushed me off. Someone had tried to drag him into a van when he was 10 and he had never told anyone.
A woman was pregnant and I told her she was going to have twins. She became upset at my insistence and told me she had had several ultrasounds and there was no twin. Two months later she delivered twins that had been lined up perfectly, one behind the other.
My friend, the Assassin, when I had only known her 3 weeks, discovered her husband had a stage three brain tumor. I looked her right in the eye and told her he would be fine. And he was. He's now cancer free 5 years. I could just tell.
Even people I only know through the internet can touch me. Some of you leave comments and I think
"Oh, that person needs...." or "So and so is going through a really rough time right now." To this day when Charlitan, who lives 5 states away from me, is going through something traumatic I can smell a certain scented candle that she used to love. Its my bat signal that she needs me.
I know, it all seems crazy. You can choose to believe me or not. It's okay. But I really don't want any more night visitors for a while, so I think I'll lay low on the paranormal stuff for a little bit.
Thanks for stopping by.