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Silent Whispers-Book 2 Excerpt

Excerpt

April 2018

Full names will be in finished edition of SW book 2

            “I’m going to walk around and see if I feel anything. Hopefully, we can find N’s grave,” I said.

            We took our time walking the cemetery in the hot sun searching for her grave and finally found it. I looked for any deceased people roaming around, specifically N, and I didn’t feel anything of significance.

            “Look, do you notice how many graves carry the name K? They must have been very prominent here. There are so many with the same last name,” I said.

            I walked up the hill to the top corner and wondered if beyond the fence was the old property. There were many trees around up the hill, which is what I remembered from childhood. The rest of the area was flatter and with short bushes.

            I started walking back down and noticed a nice and expensive pick-up truck pulling up to the fence. We didn’t really have a reason to be at the cemetery and we weren’t sure if we’d be questioned of our intent.

            Tina was down towards the fence and they said hello to her as they got out of the truck.

            The three of us kept walking around in a non-obvious manner while observing the few people. One was an older man with a much younger woman. Another person was with them and they slowly walked toward the graves.

            The older man nodded at us, the woman also smiled.

            “Hi,” I said.

            “What family are you with?” he asked.

            “Uh…we’re not. We are just visiting the area,” I said.

            He mentioned that his family’s last name is K and started to question why were at the cemetery and I decided to blurt out an answer.

            “We’re here to visit N’s grave.”

            “Why? I’m her brother,” he said.

            Well, I didn’t see that coming.

            The younger woman walked up and said, “Dad?”

            I looked over at Andrea and Tina made her way to us.

            “Oh! Wow! We…we just read the story about her horse…L?”

            “What about it?”

            “It…well…just was interesting and thought…we’d visit the cemetery…so how did she die?”

            “She committed suicide.”

            “Oh…do you think that’s true?”

            His daughter stood closer to him and immediately shut down the conversation.

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Matthew

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…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Roswell, New Mexico

January 2017 marks the second anniversary we began our investigative trips, beginning in Montauk, New York. When Tina, Andrea, and I embarked on our first adventure, we had no idea it would eventually involve seeing the torture and harm some extraterrestrials have been doing to people. Our work involves assisting children who have been experimented upon and tortured to their death.

Our latest trip involved helping children who were still caught in their pain of being harmed by ETs while in the physical and then still held captive in their pain while in the nonphysical.

We were led to Roswell, New Mexico. This was a location in which I did not have particular interest. Whenever I think of Roswell, I think conspiracy theories, hoax, and sensationalism. Did the events of Roswell even occur? Are the stories valid? And if it did happen, is it relevant to our investigations?

Previous to our investigations, I was not particularly interested in extraterrestrials. For me, they were neither here nor there. I knew they existed but they didn’t bother me. I had not yet seen ETs and have not seen UFOs as some have.

My interest was more in the realm of what people are doing to other people. What we have come to understand is that people are involved with helping ETs continue their own experiments and torture.

As always, we never really know what we will run into on our trips. What we do know is that we work together and our friendship solidifies our foundation of searching, helping, and exposing.

We made the necessary arrangements and rented a house with an alarm system. On a previous trip to Albuquerque, we had a physical intruder twice.

This latest trip to Roswell was no exception in seeing the link between government and extraterrestrials. The adventure began the first evening before we had even made contact with any children.

“Tami, do you see something there?” Tina asked.

I turned to the spot at which she was pointing.

“Yes…it’s a man. An angry man. A mental body projection, not a deceased person. He’s military or government.”

“Go away, you’re not wanted here,” he said.

“Wait, I want to record this on my phone. I’m writing a book,” I said.

I grabbed my phone to start recording and he became angrier.

“Do you think this is a joke?”

“No, no I don’t. What do you want us to know?” I said, while shrugging.

“You need to leave and you need to stop this nonsense. You’re not actually helping anyone. You realize that? You won’t find anyone, there’s no one here,” he said.

“If there’s no one here, then why are you here?”

Tina started laughing.

“Quit changing words, this is not a place for you to be. This is a warning.”

“We’re not leaving.”

“I warned you.”

He left the room and house.

“Why is he warning us?” asked Andrea.

“They like to intimidate. They’ve tried this before and they’ve broken into our space before. It still hasn’t worked and this won’t work. We will find children who are hurting and want to move on.”

 

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