Some Life and Some paranormal

Yesterday was spent getting everything buttoned up to send a child to camp. Camp didn’t happen, she decided that her anxiety couldn’t conquer that much of being outside of her comfort zone, and I support her, whatever she needs. We will make the best of the rest of the Summer break. On other fronts, covid cases are picking up again here before the start of school. One child is vaccinated, the other is too young. One of her friends just contracted covid, the friend she planned on going to camp with. So I understand completely her spike in anxiety. We as adults take things in stride but we forget sometimes what the children are grappling with during these times. I venture to say it has been much harder on them than most realize.

If I ever see this, I am out

In paranormal news, my daughter was hearing stuff scoot around downstairs like furniture moving. She asked it was me and then thought someone may have broke in, I didn’t hear anything but I wasn’t as close to that room. I went to check and of course, saw nothing. It’s pretty funny considering that I am in the middle of refurbishing the living room. I have some new furniture together already, some still needing to be assembled and old still needing to be broken down and moved out. I wonder who was trying to help out, maybe dad haha, or Frank the spirit that dwells in the cookie jar. Frank is gonna love this new look, it’s totally from his era and he isn’t big on messes maybe he is ready to get it done. Then again I get the frequent spirit stragglers popping in, I am next to a hospital like 100 feet from the parking lot. There are small family cemeteries around and of course, spirits dwell everywhere so take your pick.

After checking on the situation it stopped and didn’t happen again last night. So I believe that it wasn’t an intentional disturbance, sometimes the spirit will be noisy and such to try and get your attention. I typically don’t allow the interruption of my space during the wee morning hours but as I have said before spirits don’t always respect your boundaries, if you were an a-hole in life, you can still be an a-hole in the afterlife we don’t magically become angelic beings. There is also the notion of spirit fragments, pieces left behind of people still living but that is a whole other blog. You all have a wonderful day and do something nice for yourself today, even if it is just a coffee splurge or takeout.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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