Post by Mystic Wanderer on May 2, 2015 1:49:50 GMT -6
I made a friend online last year after he posted in a thread of mine on another board. He was having some paranormal issues in his home, and was seeking help in knowing how to deal with it. I put him in touch with another friend of mine who helped him get rid of his "problem". That is another story in itself, but I wanted to start from the beginning of how I met Mike.
Things seemed to be going good for his family, until one day he posted about the marital problems between him and his wife. I was concerned that the evil entity was still there and causing this disruption because this is what evil entities do: break up families and cause any kind of negative havoc they can so they can feed from it.
I didn't hear much from Mike about what was going on in his personal life for a while, but then over time he became a member of an online radio show that I participated in, along with several other members. Things seemed to be okay with him at that time, so I assumed all was well.
After several months the radio show broke apart for reasons I won't go into here, but I lost touch with Mike after that, except for seeing an occasional "like" from him on Facebook to one of my posts. Then, those stopped too, for a few months... until today.
I want to relay a story that Mike posted to me on Facebook that I find to be a great inspiration, in hope that it may help others who read it here.
It's a story about a person hitting the bottom, then finding his way back up; a story about personal strength, and learning life's valuable lessons along the way. And, finding out that he had help from his grandfather from the other side through it all.
Our deceased family, spiritual guides, and guardian angels are always with us. They want to help us through our trials here on earth, but we have to listen in order to hear them. The love they have for us will never lead us astray. Just listen.
Mike granted his permission to me to tell his story, which I will post. I'm not doing screen shots (which would reveal our names) in order to protect our privacy.
Mike's Story (copied and pasted as it appeared, except I have added paragraphs to make it easier to read):
I still have my suspicions that the evil entity inside Mike's house was behind his failed marriage, but by finding out that he has his grandfather's love supporting him from above, I have no doubt whatsoever that Mike is on his way to a good life now.
Love conquers all. :)
Things seemed to be going good for his family, until one day he posted about the marital problems between him and his wife. I was concerned that the evil entity was still there and causing this disruption because this is what evil entities do: break up families and cause any kind of negative havoc they can so they can feed from it.
I didn't hear much from Mike about what was going on in his personal life for a while, but then over time he became a member of an online radio show that I participated in, along with several other members. Things seemed to be okay with him at that time, so I assumed all was well.
After several months the radio show broke apart for reasons I won't go into here, but I lost touch with Mike after that, except for seeing an occasional "like" from him on Facebook to one of my posts. Then, those stopped too, for a few months... until today.
I want to relay a story that Mike posted to me on Facebook that I find to be a great inspiration, in hope that it may help others who read it here.
It's a story about a person hitting the bottom, then finding his way back up; a story about personal strength, and learning life's valuable lessons along the way. And, finding out that he had help from his grandfather from the other side through it all.
Our deceased family, spiritual guides, and guardian angels are always with us. They want to help us through our trials here on earth, but we have to listen in order to hear them. The love they have for us will never lead us astray. Just listen.
Mike granted his permission to me to tell his story, which I will post. I'm not doing screen shots (which would reveal our names) in order to protect our privacy.
Me: Mike, could I please have your permission to share this in my thread?
Mike: Feel free too. Reece was always an inspiration to me ALWAYS ! I am better now. Had my moment. go for it (my name) maybe my story could pay it forward.
Mike: Feel free too. Reece was always an inspiration to me ALWAYS ! I am better now. Had my moment. go for it (my name) maybe my story could pay it forward.
Mike's Story (copied and pasted as it appeared, except I have added paragraphs to make it easier to read):
My grandfather and i are more alike than my father and I. before i was born he had stroke after stroke after stroke. as well as Alzheimer's.
growing up (born in 83') i used to sit and watch movies with him all the time with john wayne, clint eastwood, close encounters, chuck norris movies...he even had a copy of robin williams stand up in frisco from 84' or 86' i believe. I used to watch that one over and over. he loved to read Issac Asimov novels and alot of sci fi (probably where i got my love of reading) now I devour books as big as the dome in about 2 days.
He also used to try to invent things, as well as design the saturn rockets for nasa. he was an ex navy man. fought in WW2. born in the late teens early 1920's.
he could never remember my name, always calling me mickey or gene or tom or jerry. gene and tom and jerry were my uncles, 3 of his 6 children.
my last memory of this man was me at 15 watching him army crawl down the hallway in his under wear to the bathroom to pee as his health had completely gone down hill over the previous 6 months. he was army crawling cause he had just had 2 more strokes. my parents were in the garage having a cigarette, and my gma was at the store. i had to help stand him up and half walk/carry him to the bathroom while he urinated. i managed to get him back to his room and ran to get my parents.
gma had just got home. they called an ambulance and rushed him to the hospital where the nurses left him in a hallway for twelve hours in pissed pants they refused to change and had the audacity to not check on him at all for those twelve hours shining my family on. meanwhile while he was sent to the hospital i was made to stay home.
His dream was to live to see the year 2000. he died dec 27th missing it by four days. since 99' any issues i have had, relationship, schooling, healthwise, any issue i can think of i have looked to they sky when i need to be alone and i would talk to him.
so i would just talk not expecting any answer at all. grandad i love you i miss you every day this is whats up yada yada yada. please grandad give me some guidance. i always felt in the back of my mind that he would be standing be hind me with his hands on my shoulders urging me forward.
i split with my second wife dec 10th 2014. my life started spiraling downhill depression took over, i began to drink bottle after bottle and beer after beer and went back to the designer drugs from the smoke shops.
my parents saw what was happening and the shame you could practically smell it on me as well as the booze and drugs.
one afternoon, knowing the struggle and withdrawels i was about to endure i grabbed all my booze and drugs and threw it away. 6 hours later i spent the next ten hours going threw withdrawels akin to heroin. i thought ive done it before (last name removed) tough it out.
my dad got home at 130 in the morning from his shift, saw me puking blood and called the ambulance. i spent the next 24 hours recovering in the hospital. i was this close to losing my job. but i sprung back. yes im outta work at this time but thats another story.
so one day im on my way home from work. yea i still had a beer now and then but i regulated myself.
i happened to hit a different smoke shop that didnt sell the crap to buy my cigs as they were cheaper there.
as i was walking home after my purchase I happened to walk in to a spiritual shop that i had never given a second thought to. I start a conversation with the owner and we began to talk about meditation. I explained to her I dabbled in it and told her my story about my first failed marriage and and i was on my second failed marriage, I guess i just needed a stranger to talk to. she was very kind and even suggested that i come back at 7:00 that night cause they had a meditation class going on.
i went home and sat on the idea until 10 min of 7 and said screw it and walked back. they closed shop and it was me and three women plus the spiritual guide leading the class. as we began it was almost hypnotic the breathing exercise we were doing.
she told us to imagine ourselves in a radiant sphere of golden light to which all i could see was my three children ages 2,9,and 11 dancing and twirling around me saying "daddy we love you, dont leave us just yet". i had 1 tear form and fall from each eye i couldnt control it.
she then proceeded over the next 15 min guiding us on this journy of leaving our shell of hate behind, shell of anger, so on and so forth. the last one was a shell of forgiveness, for oursevles and for others that have wronged us. throughout this process I felt my heart gradually shed weight and anger and a wave of peace came over me.
then she told us that even if we didnt believe in god or a higher power we still had our gaurdian angels. she said now imagine your angel standing in front of you, they have a message for you, take a minute to listen to that message.
I have a pic of my grandparents in their fifties right before I was born. in that picture my grandfather is holding my grandmother in his lap. he is wearing a navy blue button down collared shirt, grey slacks, his black gold toe socks white hanes t-shirt underneath the button down, and his dr. scholls black velcro shoes.
in my minds eye he appeared before me in the exact same outfit, placed his hand on my shoulder, looked me directly in the eye and said "Hey Michael pat." then he hugged me, turned around and walked away.
I immediately snapped out of my meditative state and looked around. I couldnt speak. the woman leading gradually began to bring everyone else out of their state. I could not do any thing but look at the floor.
after all these years of me asking him for guidance, trying to talk to him, he finally replied! and all he said was three simple words. i left without speaking to anyone. i walked back home smoking a cigarette, thoughtful and peaceful for the first time in months, hell years.
my grandmother is a devout catholic and was against me going in the first place, she still feels i was practicing witchcraft, but I walked straight into her room dropped to my knees in front of her and told her granddad said hi to me....
she said, michael, he has always been around. ive felt him gaurding this family for years.
i truly believe my granddad is my gaurdian angel. and he has helped me when I was at my weakest along with the rest of my family in physical form. The confidence I feel in getting a job, renewing my karma, and me even getting my daughter back in my life over the last few weeks is him there behind me, in front of me, all around me, guiding me back to being the man and father i should have been the last few years.
ive finally put my past behind me. everything has finally turned a 180 and i have improved 100%. all because of my gaurdian angel. my granddad. i miss you to death Joseph Reece (last name removed)! we will talk again soon. I love you granddad!
growing up (born in 83') i used to sit and watch movies with him all the time with john wayne, clint eastwood, close encounters, chuck norris movies...he even had a copy of robin williams stand up in frisco from 84' or 86' i believe. I used to watch that one over and over. he loved to read Issac Asimov novels and alot of sci fi (probably where i got my love of reading) now I devour books as big as the dome in about 2 days.
He also used to try to invent things, as well as design the saturn rockets for nasa. he was an ex navy man. fought in WW2. born in the late teens early 1920's.
he could never remember my name, always calling me mickey or gene or tom or jerry. gene and tom and jerry were my uncles, 3 of his 6 children.
my last memory of this man was me at 15 watching him army crawl down the hallway in his under wear to the bathroom to pee as his health had completely gone down hill over the previous 6 months. he was army crawling cause he had just had 2 more strokes. my parents were in the garage having a cigarette, and my gma was at the store. i had to help stand him up and half walk/carry him to the bathroom while he urinated. i managed to get him back to his room and ran to get my parents.
gma had just got home. they called an ambulance and rushed him to the hospital where the nurses left him in a hallway for twelve hours in pissed pants they refused to change and had the audacity to not check on him at all for those twelve hours shining my family on. meanwhile while he was sent to the hospital i was made to stay home.
His dream was to live to see the year 2000. he died dec 27th missing it by four days. since 99' any issues i have had, relationship, schooling, healthwise, any issue i can think of i have looked to they sky when i need to be alone and i would talk to him.
so i would just talk not expecting any answer at all. grandad i love you i miss you every day this is whats up yada yada yada. please grandad give me some guidance. i always felt in the back of my mind that he would be standing be hind me with his hands on my shoulders urging me forward.
i split with my second wife dec 10th 2014. my life started spiraling downhill depression took over, i began to drink bottle after bottle and beer after beer and went back to the designer drugs from the smoke shops.
my parents saw what was happening and the shame you could practically smell it on me as well as the booze and drugs.
one afternoon, knowing the struggle and withdrawels i was about to endure i grabbed all my booze and drugs and threw it away. 6 hours later i spent the next ten hours going threw withdrawels akin to heroin. i thought ive done it before (last name removed) tough it out.
my dad got home at 130 in the morning from his shift, saw me puking blood and called the ambulance. i spent the next 24 hours recovering in the hospital. i was this close to losing my job. but i sprung back. yes im outta work at this time but thats another story.
so one day im on my way home from work. yea i still had a beer now and then but i regulated myself.
i happened to hit a different smoke shop that didnt sell the crap to buy my cigs as they were cheaper there.
as i was walking home after my purchase I happened to walk in to a spiritual shop that i had never given a second thought to. I start a conversation with the owner and we began to talk about meditation. I explained to her I dabbled in it and told her my story about my first failed marriage and and i was on my second failed marriage, I guess i just needed a stranger to talk to. she was very kind and even suggested that i come back at 7:00 that night cause they had a meditation class going on.
i went home and sat on the idea until 10 min of 7 and said screw it and walked back. they closed shop and it was me and three women plus the spiritual guide leading the class. as we began it was almost hypnotic the breathing exercise we were doing.
she told us to imagine ourselves in a radiant sphere of golden light to which all i could see was my three children ages 2,9,and 11 dancing and twirling around me saying "daddy we love you, dont leave us just yet". i had 1 tear form and fall from each eye i couldnt control it.
she then proceeded over the next 15 min guiding us on this journy of leaving our shell of hate behind, shell of anger, so on and so forth. the last one was a shell of forgiveness, for oursevles and for others that have wronged us. throughout this process I felt my heart gradually shed weight and anger and a wave of peace came over me.
then she told us that even if we didnt believe in god or a higher power we still had our gaurdian angels. she said now imagine your angel standing in front of you, they have a message for you, take a minute to listen to that message.
I have a pic of my grandparents in their fifties right before I was born. in that picture my grandfather is holding my grandmother in his lap. he is wearing a navy blue button down collared shirt, grey slacks, his black gold toe socks white hanes t-shirt underneath the button down, and his dr. scholls black velcro shoes.
in my minds eye he appeared before me in the exact same outfit, placed his hand on my shoulder, looked me directly in the eye and said "Hey Michael pat." then he hugged me, turned around and walked away.
I immediately snapped out of my meditative state and looked around. I couldnt speak. the woman leading gradually began to bring everyone else out of their state. I could not do any thing but look at the floor.
after all these years of me asking him for guidance, trying to talk to him, he finally replied! and all he said was three simple words. i left without speaking to anyone. i walked back home smoking a cigarette, thoughtful and peaceful for the first time in months, hell years.
my grandmother is a devout catholic and was against me going in the first place, she still feels i was practicing witchcraft, but I walked straight into her room dropped to my knees in front of her and told her granddad said hi to me....
she said, michael, he has always been around. ive felt him gaurding this family for years.
i truly believe my granddad is my gaurdian angel. and he has helped me when I was at my weakest along with the rest of my family in physical form. The confidence I feel in getting a job, renewing my karma, and me even getting my daughter back in my life over the last few weeks is him there behind me, in front of me, all around me, guiding me back to being the man and father i should have been the last few years.
ive finally put my past behind me. everything has finally turned a 180 and i have improved 100%. all because of my gaurdian angel. my granddad. i miss you to death Joseph Reece (last name removed)! we will talk again soon. I love you granddad!
I still have my suspicions that the evil entity inside Mike's house was behind his failed marriage, but by finding out that he has his grandfather's love supporting him from above, I have no doubt whatsoever that Mike is on his way to a good life now.
Love conquers all. :)