I have had many out of body experiences and a paranormal experience that keep me wondering about some aspects of the afterlife all of the time. I have a guardian angel that has watched over me most of my life. It's not the guardian angel of money however. My guardian angel has saved my life numerous times.
I swear to god that I had an encounter with Henry Lee Lucas. No, I'm not crazy. Google him. My truck had broken down on Britmoore Road in Houston on my way back to work from lunch one day back in the mid-late seventies. I was in blue jeans and my office was about a mile down the road so I stuck my thumb out to hitchhike (not something done now or shouldn't have been then). A red mustang pulled over and offered me a ride. When I opened the door, I remember the driver's eye being all crumpled up and caught him pulling a revolver off the passenger seat. I couldn't slam the door fast enough and say, "No thanks." Goofy, Goofy girl. Guardian angel.
Actually, the out of body experience and my dream last week are really what I want to share. Back in 1983 (still in Houston and married), I was returning from a urologist appt. in the medical center and crying my eyes out because I was going to have to have my first operation...sort of. A cystoscopy where they go up and pull a kidney stone out with a basket. I was petrified and paralyzed. However, many years and kidney stones later I could probably reach my hand up there and pull one out if I needed to now. Ewww! I was driving on a one way street totally distracted and came upon a rather busy one way street. I stopped briefly and still crying hard, drove right into the path of another vehicle. The vehicle drove right through my body and my car. No shit. My lips to God's ears. It left me with a vibrating feeling and I looked twice at the car going on down the road. Twice! Now, I know what your thinking...but! maybe the other driver had a guardian angel too. That's not impossible people and this is my blog by the way.
Last but not least, the dream. Do you ever have recurring dreams? I have lots of them. One of them is that I'm in this old farmhouse, don't know where, but I'm younger. Part of the farmhouse is blocked off by a wall of windows and is in disrepair, like covered furniture stacked against each other, no cobwebs. Actually it's pretty bright until you get up the wooden attic stairs (yes this is a dream and in color) that go all the way to the ceiling of the attic. There is a door in the ceiling of the attic that you just push a piece of wood out of the way to get in the dark room above the attic (my dream folks) with one window. If I go over to the window as I always do with another person (don't know who), all of a sudden there is a frightening pushing back. It's a ghost, I don't know who, but it's so violent it pushes me back out of that room where I came from and it's angry and overwhelming. And it's a physical push and yet invisible. AND WHY DO I KEEP GOING IN THAT DAMN ROOM?! I know it's scary and I don't want to be there, maybe I'm trying to find out who is the ghost. I haven't had the dream in quite awhile but I had it this week, again.
Ruffinism for the day: Eat, drink, and be scary.