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I SPY...
A tiny little black kitty waiting for us to bring out this mornings breakfast! Heeheeheehee...TOO darn CUTE!
It seems we have welcomed this little kitty as part of our wildlife family a little over 3 months ago. Nothing wrong with making sure he stays as happy and healthy as the rest of his wildlife friends. Just call me, as Eric calls me, Mother Wild. Hahahahaha! My heart belongs to the animals. All animals. Even this cute little kitty!
This morning while attempting to catch up, backtracking this blog. I was surprisingly interrupted by a little girl humming a tune. Behind the couch where I sit, typing away, as if she was pacing the floor and humming away. If that wasn't strange. Once Eric got home from work, he asked if I had turned on the cats toy that circles around a large platform. Hmmmmm... I hadn't gotten up, since finally sitting down after painting in order to attempt catching up on this blog. It seems we have a little visitor that likes to play with the cats and hum a few tunes, as if desperately seeking attention. Yep, this is usually how it happens. Spirit knows who they can comfortably connect with as far as this world. I have always believed. Because...I know.
I firmly believe there are those who are believers. There are those who are skeptics, but want very desperately to believe. Then...there are those whom no matter what happens. Even in front of their very own eyes. They still absolutely refuse to believe. So close minded that no one could ever change their mind nor attempt to pry it open. We actually ran into someone like that over the past month while picking up a moving truck so we could retrieve our dining room set and a few other totes. Ironically, the place where we were scheduled to pick up our rental truck was an actual place that I had been wanting to check out. An old, historic farm and feed mill within our little, lazy, river town.
Mind you. Myself and Eric had never been even as close as parking outside of the old building. But there is always the exception while picking up the moving truck one lazy afternoon. It's always when I least expect, does the energy then whirl itself in front of me like a violent tornado. I can't explain it. But the energy that afternoon was as thick-as-molasses! We weren't sure where to park, since there really wasn't any type of parking lot. So we parked directly across the old farm and seed building. As we got out the car and proceeded to walk toward the building. I felt a burst of energy like never before! Strangely, it was even before we approached the steps going up to the old front porch of the historic building. I actually felt a few things, all at once. I looked at Eric, before walking up the steps, and said, "There is a lot of energy right here in this spot. I don't know why, but I feel someone very strongly holding their neck." We both looked up at the old buildings original windows. It seemed as if time literally stood still, as if those who worked here back in the day were still present. Waiting to greet the next visitor.
The craziest part of all of this, was when we walked through the old front doors and one of the new owners family members greeted us. We didn't see them watching nor listening to us as we approached the front porch steps to the building. But boy, OH BOY! did they looked spooked! As I walked through the door, there was a huge draft of air that quickly surrounded us. There was no breeze outside, which made it that much more strange. Especially to the owners family member who peered as if to check us out before approaching the front desk register. Clearly, they knew that we were there to pick up the rental truck. Right on time! But they initially had other questions in mind...first.
"I overheard you outside. Are you from around here?" We both looked at each other and said, "Actually we are from Ohio, moved here last fall." Oh...OK. Then the gentleman got quiet and said, "I overheard what you said outside. Did you feel something?" At this point. I wasn't sure what to say or how to respond. The family member was literally getting spooked out! But not by what I was saying before walking into their building. But because of my accuracy in what I was saying due to what I was feeling as we were walking up the old wooden front porch steps. "So you don't know about what happened outside of this building many years ago, do you?." I looked at Eric and he even looked shocked after they asked me the question. "No, I have no idea. This is the first time we have been here, but I have always wanted to stop by since moving into the area." As strange as it may sound to skeptics, or those whom have their minds so closed off to the afterlife. That no one could pry it open, even if they tried. The gentleman then looked directly at me and said, "There was a guy who committed suicide using his vehicle by coming down the street as fast as he could and hitting the building with his car. Right where you stopped in front of the steps. It was right there where he died." Eric was shocked! As for myself, the feeling of needing to hold my neck while walking up the old wooden steps was because it was literally the exact spot where the gentleman died. We have heard due to being decapitated from the car hitting the building with such great force.
That wasn't the only person I was picking up on inside the old, historic building. As the gentleman began talking further about the suicide that happened outside of their building. I could feel the presence of workers, many, many workers from back in the day. Their energy was still present, as if they were still working, waiting to leave in order to get back home to their loved ones. It was a very playful kind of energy! I couldn't help, but to smile after the gentleman finished his story and began talking to me about the old farm and seed building. "It used to be an old flour mill back in the day." I looked at him and said, "I bet a lot of workers kept this place busy, day in and day out!" He didn't know what to say, because at that very moment the strong playful energy began coming to life. The front door flew wide open, the bell on the old wooded counter fell over and rang. The gentleman was so spooked out that even the register stopped working, which he swore up and down had never, EVER stopped working for no good reason. I felt that this gentleman had felt these same, exact playful spirits before and he wasn't happy with them. I walked around as we waited for the register to reboot so we could get our receipt for the rental truck. If I could paint a picture, clearly what I felt and saw were young men in dusty overalls, khaki pants, tall boots and huge smiles. As if having a BLAST once again, messing with the owners son.
You see...That gentleman who is part of a much larger family that now owns the old historic building doesn't believe. He is a non-believer. In fact, he actually voiced his opinion after I asked him point blank. "Have you ever had anything odd happen here since your family bought the building and turned it into a farm and seed store?" The owners son was shocked! He not only got extremely quiet, but made a comment aimed towards things that I believe have happened since their family had taken over the business. "Darn demons! They are messing with me again! This register has never done this before!" At this point, I felt his frustration. Yet, those playful spirits whom still reside, yet still come to work each and every day would have nothing to do with his comments. They would only continue on as the door swung open again, the old front desk bell ringing as if to mock the owners son on more than a few occasions. He even shocked the heck out of myself and Eric after I decided to step outside while the gentleman got his composure together due to the register literally freezing up on him, again. Even the old farm and seed building cat named, Conway felt some sort of playful presence while keeping us company. Heeheeheehee! The same gentleman, once again, swore up and down that Conway isn't a social kind of cat and was even a bit taken back that he came directly up to me upon initially walking into the old front doors. If things weren't crazy enough, the owners son shocked us both after I walked back into the building after catching some fresh air. "Did you have anything to do with the register not working!?" If only he could see and feel what I was, because those young workers from back in the day were laughing to their hearts content! I could only look at him, smile and nod my head...No.
I guess you can say, that sometimes even non-believers have their moments of belief. You just can't make this stuff up. You can't make up what I also felt before even walking up those old wooden stairs. Knowing that the owners son was watching and listening to us the entire time. THAT is something that even non-believers, like this gentleman. Just have to believe. So maybe...The playfully joking around spirits might not be on this gentleman's best side. But I have a feeling that what myself and Eric witnessed first hand that day. Isn't the first nor will it be the last time he will fall victim to the jokingly playful spirits of the young workers from back in the day. A flour mill that is still very much alive today as it was many, many decades ago.
As for Conway kitty...He keeps what he knows to himself! Heeheeheeheehee...
