At age 18, I was bored and decided to buy some groceries around 10pm at night in south Colorado Springs. Not the wisest choice, being alone during the shopping trip.
Upon entering the store’s entryway, I noticed two men leaning against the wall. In my peripheral vision, I saw them look me up and down. I avoided eye contact and made my way up and down the aisles selecting the products I needed.
I noticed them at the end of one of the aisles, again staring at me. I, again, avoided eye contact and tried to appear confident. I was not feeling confident.
A few minutes later, I noticed them again. While checking out with my groceries, I saw them standing near the entryway, looking at me.
Ask for someone to escort you out, Tami
I’m sure my guides were telling me to ask for help with going to my car in the dark. I’m sure I wasn’t listening very well. At age 18, I wasn’t a great listener to advice.
I also tend to be under dramatic, when many times, action needs to be taken.
I walked by the two men near the doorway who continued to look at me and I continued to look ahead. Pushing the cart towards my car, I saw they began following behind me. I started to feel nervous. The lighting in the parking lot was dim.
What do I do? I’m all alone. Not one person is out here and it’s dark. I don’t want to scream.
I could hear them walking up behind me and it felt as if they increased their speed. I didn’t have my keys out yet. Something I always do now, along with never shop at 10pm by myself.
Out of the blue, a tall person, probably male, was in the parking lot walking towards the store. He was quite a ways away but had an empty shopping cart and was making noise with it, seemingly on purpose.
This scared away the two men and I rushed to my car, never looking at that person either.
I never found out who that mysterious ‘person’ was. A guide who took on physical form? A higher being who took on physical form?
I didn’t look back to see if he entered the building, nor if the men drove away. I just knew I was safe. To this day, I carry gratitude for the assistance and always a curiousity to exactly how energy works and manifests.
In August 2016, my husband, Robert, and I stayed in a one-hundred-year-old cabin near Beulah, Colorado. This was an interesting cabin. It had an electric stove and some dim lights, but no running water or bathroom. It was essentially camping with a bed, roof, and stove.
My aunt, Tina, had used an ancestor website to do some research on our ancestors on my paternal grandmother’s side of the family.
We were all surprised to learn that my great great grandmother, Lena, was full-blooded German. She came over to the United States with her siblings and mother, seemingly leaving the rest of her family back in Germany.
Upon arriving here she met an American man, married and had five children. Unfortunately, her husband left her for another woman and she died at the age of 47 while some of her children were still growing up.
What made this interesting was that Tina learned Lena’s grave was in Beulah. How Lena came all the way to Beulah, a tiny town even now, back in her time frame was a mystery. I wanted to visit her grave to see if she would appear and I could ask her questions. I wasn’t expecting another visitor…or two…or three.
To this day after that experience, I’m not so sure I want to visit graveyards anymore.
The town graveyard was decent. It was obvious the older headstones were not maintained and the newer ones were. Except for Lena’s grave. Her grave had many lilies planted in a circle around her grave. No one else’s older grave had flowers.
There were many unmarked graves as well, but Lena’s was well marked.We did notice a large hunting knife stabbed into the ground near her grave. A bit creepy?
I was visiting her grave with Robert and my family. Lena did not show up, but we walked around reading other headstones, enjoying a warm summer afternoon.
In our cabin, early morning (around 3am), I woke up and saw a male child standing at the foot of the bed. I acknowledged his presence and fell back to sleep. A few hours later, upon fully waking up, I heard, “Matthew, Matthew, Matthew.”
I’m betting that is his name. I should go back to the cemetery and see if I find his headstone.
Later in the day, walking the cemetery for a headstone with the name Matthew, I saw the same little boy’s spirit standing ahead and away from me.
“Matthew, show me your headstone.”
He pointed along one row. I walked to him where he remained and then he led me to one spot.
“But it’s not marked…let me keep walking and see if a Matthew shows up on a stone.”
I walked around more, never ONCE seeing a Matthew written anywhere. I found this strange since it’s a common name.
I looked back to the original spot and he was still standing there waiting patiently for me.
After walking back, I put my hand on the grave to feel the energy and allow it to form images in my mind. I figured I would see a child who was sick and poor perhaps. Too poor for his name to be etched into stone.
That’s not what I saw.
I was shown Matthew being grabbed by two large men. They were dragging him and he was screaming for help. He was wearing a stripped shirt and jeans. He had brown/auburn hair that needed a trim. He looked a tad dirty and getting more dirty as he was being dragged by these two seemingly angry men.
I knew they were going to murder him and I stopped watching.
“I’m so sorry Matthew…I’m sorry. You don’t have to be in pain anymore. There’s help…you always have help.”
His energy started shifting after he was able to tell someone about his murder. I asked him to stand next to his headstone and I took his picture with my phone.
I continued back to Lena’s grave and this time she was there. She expressed her anger and resentment. I could understand she was angry, but it became obvious she had not fully crossed over. I would continue to work with her especially after learning she is my spirit aspect.
I am my great great grandmother.
That night at dinner, I showed my father the picture I took.
“What do you see aside from a headstone?”
He focused on the photo and said, “There’s a boy there.”
“Matthew, he was murdered. I think he’s moving on now.”
That last night in the cabin more nonphysicals came to tell me how they were murdered. The picture they showed was death by drowning in some small body of water. It almost looked like a Baptism from long time ago. They were angry too….
The cabin itself wasn’t haunted, but the cemetery was! I later learned a nonphysical male followed me home…an angry male who was angry with Lena and wanted to take it out on me.
The next time you visit a cemetery, check your car for any folks who decided to hitch a ride with you…
Walking into the hotel, I didn’t notice much. I was looking forward to unloading my car for the one-night stay and heading to the restaurant for a nice dinner.
After unloading my belongings into my room, I began to notice several deceased people in my room and in the hallway. Some were obvious and some were a spark of light as I walked the hallway. I began to wonder how well I would sleep. I knew they couldn’t and probably would not want to hurt me, but still…kind of creepy.
After a very nice crab cake appetizer, curry chicken soup (to die for-no pun intended), and a green salad, I was ready to head back to my room. I had previously promised my nonphysical roommates I would listen to their stories after dinner.
In a timely and convenient (always a nice surprise) manner, I noticed an entity seemingly ready to speak.
“I’m all alone,” she said.
“How are old are you?” I asked.
“Why are you here?”
“I don’t know. I just end up here, over and over and over.”
“What do you mean, you try to leave?”
“Yes. I walk around and around trying to find a way out.”
“But you don’t know how you got here?”
“No, don’t you understand?!”
“You know there are many others here like you, right?”
She seemed confused by that.
“They’re walking around, like you.”
She doesn’t see them.
“What is the last thing you remember?”
I noticed the curtains behind her. The plastic long rod that pulls the curtains closed kept swaying back and forth, back and forth. I had been over there previously and had not felt a breeze nor was it windy outside.
“Fishing? Who were you fishing with?”
“What do you remember next?”
“It got dark really fast.”
“We started running for the tent, we were going to camp.”
“I don’t remember, everything went black.”
“Where were you fishing?”
“At a lake.”
I had been having many extraterrestrial experiences lately, so my natural thought process was in the direction of extraterrestrials.
“Do you remember seeing a light or hearing a humming noise?”
Well, either she wasn’t abducted or she doesn’t remember being abducted.
“Did you know you have guides?”
“Guides…who can help you?”
In that moment, the higher Beings came in, four of them advising me to help her move on. I knew she couldn’t see them.
“Do you see a light?”
“No…I don’t know.”
“You can move into it and out of here.”
“I don’t trust it…”
“Call it heaven or another universe or something else… but it carries peace.”
I gave her time to cross over and she did.
The curtain rod stopped moving.
A couple more came in and then left. A male in particular. We’ll see if they return…hopefully before my bedtime!
The benefit of being a medium is knowing when to ask your grandson, who has the ability to see and hear ghosts, how many ghosts are in his mother’s new apartment.
“Five,” he said.
Onward I go to the apartment to see three there and command they leave. It amazes me how easily they are drawn to my grandson.
But wait…they’re drawn to me too…
I have a new page on my blog, Dulce and Los Alamos, New Mexico! Check it out for Part I of our adventure through a haunted area.
‘What one thinks is crazy, another knows is true.’ This thought came to me a little while back as I was writing the stories from the deceased children coming to me. It all sounds crazy, but I know they’re not lying and it’s information I could never make up in my worst nightmares.
Even if you do not see nonphysicals (they’re everywhere), if you can sense them, then acknowledge them. Even if you don’t hear their words, tell them they deserve love. Some may not want to hear that, some may reject it, but some may feel it’s safe enough to cross over.
Two deceased children came into the living room where I was sitting. I could feel that it was a little boy and an older girl, but they weren’t standing next to each other.
“He hit me,” the girl said.
“We wouldn’t listen or do what he said.”
In my mind I was wondering what kind of experiments they had to endure.
She continued, “We weren’t told what the experiments were. Just that we had to hide.”
“Hide? Like from the boogey-man?”
“Yes, so we wouldn’t leave.”
She nods at the little boy, still standing off and away, and said, “They hurt him worse. They would close his mouth so he couldn’t speak and sometimes they would close his eyes.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m eight,” she said while standing straighter and wanting to seem older for her age.
“I wasn’t always around him, sometimes he would run.”
“I’m so sorry they hurt you…”
She showed me an image of her head being shaved. It appeared her hair was blond.
“Is there something you want me to do?” I asked
“Make him not so afraid…”
While she didn’t know exactly what they were experimenting for, she showed me…