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15
Jan

Shaking Hands

   Posted by: admin    in Writings of Life

Everyone has a creepy story to tell, an encounter of sorts with the paranormal, and this post will be no different. The story of the black hand is what this is about and is the beginning of many encounters that I have experienced and will share with you my dear friends. I will present to you my interpretation one day, however, you may interpret as you wish, and I even ask for your feedback. Dear readers, please never hesitate to leave me your feedback, but please be respectful, and I promise to do the same. Now, on with one of my stories, true in its entirety. Draw from it what you will, leave what you don’t like, and expect more true experiences to come.

I was around five or six years old, the exact age is now a blur to me, but the events you are about to read, dear reader, are most true, and has remained with me all of my years. One night, as I lay in my half bed, my brother in another half bed across the room, I saw a dark hand rise from the side of my bed where it was almost against the wall. Now, as a kid, I should have been afraid, but at this time, I hadn’t learned of “monsters in the closet, and under your bed,” so the idea was strange, but somehow not frightening.

I looked at the hand for a few moments, that seemed like a long time. And for a kid it really is a long time. I debated, because I knew what it was waiting for, could feel its desires as it waited. I knew, that I was being asked to shake hands, without a single word being spoken, it had told me to shake hands. I reached out and shook the hand and immediately felt a peace I have yet to feel again. While I shook the hand, I felt this immense feeling of peace and at the same time understood it’s unspoken words that I had agreed to something, and for what the agreement was would be from that point in time on. I felt the peace, and at the same time, happiness, and courage that a six year old has when he has done something great and had received parental approvement.

The next morning, when I awoke, I told my mother and step-father about the incident, and to my surprise, they were extremely upset. Frantically, they searched the house to and fro, asking me the same questions repeatedly. Who was it? Did you see them? What color were they? Did they touch you? Did they hurt you? Where was your brother? Why didn’t you come get us? Did you know you could have been killed? On and on it went, until they had very satisfactorily embedded fear into me. Fear of the hand in the shadows. Fear of ever telling them how I felt when I shook hands with it. Fear of telling them the peace and yet somehow power when we agreed.

But the fear was short lived. I couldn’t overlook the peace I felt, or the self empowerment that I could express, or even the happiness of my then secret friend. I have never since had the opportunity to shake hands with that hand again, and somehow, even now, sometimes secretly wish to meet my unknown friend that shared so much power and happiness, even in the only few moments of a hand shake with the black hand.

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15
Jan

Grandma’s Greatest Lesson

   Posted by: admin    in Faith Writing, Writings of Life

Dear Readers, this experience deals with my maternal Grandmother. I loved my grandmother deeply, and I feel she loved me just as much, if not more. I want to share what I feel to be one of the greatest lessons my grandmother taught me…being honest with God and develop a personal relationship with Him. That God truly wants our loyalty and faith, and a true friendship with Him.

As a child, I remember going to her house and sitting at her table as she told and taught me many things. Some I know I have forgotten completely, some have come to me through the years. Lessons of life, God, and nature were her forte, and she understood them all very well. First, let me make sure, dear reader, that you understand she was a very devout Christian woman. She believed in God whole-heartedly. She also believed that God gave us the ability to learn and understand the natural order of things, things that most would overlook and oftentimes ignore. She spoke some to me about herbs, as she called them, “Old Remedies”. She also talked to me about God, telling me that everyone needs to know Him, but everyone would need to meet God with a personal relationship, not through any other way would they be able to experience Him, but on the terms that person and God set out. She believed that all friendships, even the most sacred relationship with God, had terms for both to agree to, if the relationship was to grow. Ironically, I didn’t fully grasp that as a child, but now know and understand it completely, I believe, as I believe God and I have a personal relationship, that to others may seem odd, crazy, or weird.

My grandmother explained it to me as a kid, but again, I didn’t realise until much older what she meant. Her terms with God were simple….she would trust in Him for everything. In exhcange, she was a very expecting person of God. She believed to offer total submission meant God must totally provide….she was right!

As my relationship grows with God, and my understanding of our relationship, I wish to follow in her footsteps. When I talk to God, hard as it may be at times, I offer up myself and my family to Him. I speak rather frank, cutting to the chase, even with Him. I feel if it’s in your heart of hearts, you might as well say it, get it off your chest, then let go and let God. Funny thing, people have heard me call out to God, especially when angry (whoops) and say “God, I am so pissed right now, you have got to do something!” Many have criticized, saying that it was disrespectful, but I personally feel comfortable to simply tell my God how I feel. I believe He knows, as I do, that no disrespect is meant, but I am simply getting it out there the best I can so He can do what He needs to do, according to His will, and deliver me from whatever is on me at that time.

Yes, I know, many would rather spend hours on end reciting some long procession of what they need, but not me. I believe God already knows my troubles, better than I do, so why waste time trying to be pretty…..just put it out there! I know many may or may not agree with this attitude, but that is the relationship I have with God, it doesn’t fit for everyone’s relationship with God, it shouldn’t.

Now, that you have an understanding of how I approach things, even my spiritual relationship with God, I encourage you to sit back and analyze your own relationship to Him. Be honest, it’s just like any other friendship, it must be continously developed and nurtured in order to grow.

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