Woman in white is watching me

[FlickerOfLight]

The power of the mind is amazing. You would be surprised at what you can manifest.

There is a reason that, "Do not be afraid", is in the Bible 365 times.

My mother will be 90 years old come November, and she has been seeing the lady in white for years.

I don't think she is a harbinger. If anything, she may be trail marker, warning you that you are about to go off track.

You just stopped me dead in my tracks and got me to stop and re-think. 


As the last few years have blown by, and as I've been enduring this awful lifestyle since dad is gone, and with this old abuse happening again, I have been growing more and more angry. I past anger and reached fury. I am actually furious. Just like I was at 17. Just like I was when I started a really bad drug addiction that destroyed my life for 5 years. And now here I am again. At this same fury.

This is actually worse for me than I realized. This could very well push me back into addiction. Or worse. My end.

As this anger has been boiling more and more I have been getting closer and closer to a rage. I could feel it coming. I knew that if I was going to hurt someone it would be myself. That's the statement I would make.

As I realize what I'm saying right here. I have been feeling like I was going to be set up in some drama trap the devil will set to ensnare me. Ensnare me into making a bad decision. 

I've been being pushed to my worst thoughts because of this.

Funny thing is, when I was gone and living in AL, none of these feelings existed. I have actually already overcome all of this. And now I'm being dragged back down to my lowest point...

He'll no......


I had started this story with you all wondering if my mom was demon possessed or oppressed by an evil spirit. What I come to find is, her family using dark magick. How far that rabbit hole goes I do not know. I do know they have been messing with magick. All for money and power.


I was getting ready to snap, when I read this post.


I realized how angry I really was. How all of the peace I had learned to obtain, all the joy I had discovered, all the happiness and belonging that the Lord had graced me with has been ripped from me. Piece by piece.

No one on this earth is worth me losing one minute in the Kingdom of Heaven. As I match all this up to the word of God, I know exactly what this is I've been dealing with. This has shown me more truth about all of my life's problems. I've been listening to hypocrites, demons and witches all my life telling me what a POS I am.


I'll be the one laughing soon...

Because I have decided to stop. Take a breath and know that if I leave up outta here like a fart in the wind, and I dissappear and turn my back on all of this I will have made tge right choice. That if I stay here my life and my heart will only get worse. I've decided instead of getting mad....I hand them over to Satan.

I finally know the meaning of that verse.

So, instead of continuing falling into this thinking it's going to get better, I'm going to backtrack back to my own peace and joy, sat screw it, make a plan and bounce.

When I do, I won't be looking back. I will not fall into this trap.


That apparition may have very well of been a warning. And yes, I very well may have even manifested her. 

I'm going to listen to my sign here. I'm done being angry and hurt and sad like this. How my dad did this I will never know.

What you all have been witnessing here isn't me putting this into perspective for you, but me putting this into perspective so that I could see it. I kept wanting to get angrier and angrier.

I'm gonna go the opposite Way.

Regarding the therapist.
One good kick in the teeth I received as I was piecing everything together, finally admitting to my "condition" and studying it I learned that nowadays this is absolutely able to be corrected.

With talk therapy!

No meds. That's awesome. With about 6 months of intensive talk therapy I could absolutely reverse all of this.

It's expensive and lengthy, and with no insurance it will be a challenge. Funny to think that I was right all along. I just needed someone to talk to. Someone to understand. And to teach me the tools I was never handed or taught.

I have always kept journals. This place has been a living journal of mine as I navigate this mess.