Alimar Paranormal

My Dad is a Korean War Veteran, and suffers from 50 years of untreated P.T.S.D. (post traumatic stress disorder or “Shell Shock”, as they use to call it years ago). As a result, he suffers night terrors, is easily stressed out, and can become both fearful and emotional. Even though he is now being treated with counseling and medication, the years of going without treatment have taken their toll, and Daddy is a shell of the man he used to be.

In 2008 on a trip to Northern California he disappeared for a week, leaving my entire family wondering if he’d gone off somewhere to die. I chronicled this experience in a story called “Hindsight is 50-50″, if you’d like to read it. For this story, however, I’d like to tell you what happened just two days ago.

Since that horrible week, I’ve been trying to visit my father as often as possible. And so last week, Mary and I decided to head down on Friday and spend the night. While we were there my step-mom took me aside, and told me that Daddy is still stressing about things (he’ll be okay, and then will wake up determined that they absolutely have to get something done, right now, without delay). He did this again Friday morning. They’d agreed they would wait till Monday to visit the Veteran’s Administration, but Daddy woke up early Friday obsessing about it, and so to relieve his anxiety, they made the trek three days earlier than planned.

As my step-mom told me this, I thought, I wonder if a spirit is the source of my Dad’s obsession? Perhaps it is purposely stressing him out.

Earthbound spirits need energy, and the best way to get it is through us. And the more upset or stressed out we are, the better conduits of energy we become.

I mentioned this possibility to my step-mom, and asked if she’d like me to do a cleansing of the house. After all they have had paranormal activity in their home (see my story called “Suzy and Aunt Ginny”), and it is possible there is still something there affecting my dad. I explained to her that I would use a combination of techniques from Reiki, Christianity and Native American belief shamanism), and she agreed.

I decided to start in their bedroom, and immediately felt a presence in there. Beginning the ceremony with prayer, I asked for help in getting the spirit to leave, and claimed authority over the house as a member of their family. Mary joined me in the cleansing, and we slowly worked our way through the entire house, finishing up in the garage.

As I entered the garage, I felt a very strong presence in there, also, and took authority again, telling it to leave, and not return.

We then completed the cleansing by purifying the entire house with incense (this included treating cupboards, closets and mirrors).

When I returned to the garage later, I felt prompted to do the yard, too, but chose to ignore it. It had already been a long day, and I was tired and wanted to sit down and relax.

The next morning, however, as I was going through the yard cleaning up after my dogs (we brought all three of our Chihuahuas with us), I found something that sent a chill through me …

Years ago a bullfrog took up residence in my Dad’s backyard pond. Haply named “Louie” by the grand kids, his throaty song could be heard echoing through the yard whenever the lawn mower or low sounding equipment was used. A rugged little fellow, Louie managed to survive an attack from my Dad’s dog, Jackie (which cost him an eye), along with many frigid winters. As the years passed, my step-mom would look for Louie at the first sign of Spring, hoping to see his bulbous eye peering just above the water’s edge in his favorite spot by the lily pads. And each year she’d find him there, just below the surface.

This Spring was especially poignant as my Dad lost his dog, Jackie, a couple of years ago, and Louie, in his own quirky way, became their only pet. So when my step-mom once again saw Louie sunning next to the pond last week, we all breathed a sigh of relief: Louie made it through another cold winter.

Well, imagine my shock when I found Louie ripped to shreds, torn limb to limb, in a mass of flesh almost unrecognizable, and lying on, of all places, Jackie’s grave! Was this just a simple coincidence, or had the entity indeed left the house, only to take up residence in my Dad’s back yard? And upon seeing Louie, their beloved pet, had it ravaged the poor aged bullfrog, and in its evil anger, placed his rendered body on Jackie’s grave?

Fearing the later, I immediately did what I should have done the night before, and walked the edge of the property taking complete authority over it. I commanded the entity to leave in the name and blood of Christ, asking God to place angels all around the property. I then stood with my face towards the sun, and filled my body with white light, and enveloped the entire property with it, wrapping it in a loving cocoon of protection.

A short time later, my step-mom picked a spot next to Jackie’s grave, and we buried poor Louie, marking the spot with a river stone from the edge of the pond.

As I write this, I wonder if Louie would still be alive if I hadn’t been so selfish, and done what I was prompted gently to do. Or had Louie simply been very weak after our harsh winter, and died a natural death? He was, after all, very old, and my step-mom said he looked thinner than usual. Had he, in his weakness, become prey to a possum or hawk or other natural predator? Had they taken advantage of his unguarded state, and enjoyed an easy meal? I will never know.

Yet, something deep inside tells me … something else, something unnatural got a hold of poor Louie. And I hope and pray that it has moved on – hopefully into the light – where it can do no more harm.