Hoe-Down on the Farm

After posting my last post about myself, I thought several times about deleting it simply because I was saying more than I wanted to say ~ however, I am glad I did and left it. It is going to come in handy now that I'm posting this one.

To recap some of what you may already know, we moved here on this farm in 2000.
The house we live in was built in 1912. It was originally down the road from us but was moved to this location in the 50's when my grandfather bought this land. He used it as a little farm house ~ only a few people lived here for short periods of time before we moved in.

Somewhere between 500 - 1000 yards from our house is an old cemetary and it is not on our property. It sits somewhere on the line dividing 1 part of our 100 acres to the other 100 part of acres we have. This cemetary has no name, no head stones, no fence around it, no road to it, no markers....nothing. My husband and daughter have looked for it several times ~ I've been too chicken to go look because there are spooky trees around it and it creeps me out. It is not on our county map, not named as a one in the list of cemetaries. The only proof I have that it is there (other than the word of the older people who grew up here) is from the online UPS map ~ I looked up my address and it showed where it was supposed to be.

It's never bothered me in the least that it's there. From what I understand, those who are buried there were people who worked this land back in the old days. It seems that there are no more than maybe 12 buried there. I have at times doubted the fact that its there at all though everyone says it is ~ just no one can find it.

2 months after we moved here, my grandmother passed away. (It was her and her husband who bought this land). It was a difficult time for me because she was like a mother. She was the closest person to me to have died up until that point and I was very depressed and missed her so much. Shortly after her death is when I saw "Crossing Over with John Edward" ~ a psychic. I doubted the entire show but still was always wondering if it was true. I'd watched Sylvia Browne before on Montel Williams and she is the one I think, if any, that have any chance of getting me to believe what they are saying. I remember talking to my mother about it and her saying how scary it is to do that, not knowing "who" is sending them the messages....often times the evil spirits are making you think you're talking to the good ones. I would take what they were saying and try to make any sort of logic out of it which is really impossible. I never really watched John Edward because he was too questionable ~ but I do catch Sylvia about every 6 months if she happens to be on.

Not long after that some strange things started happening.

I wasn't working at the time so was home alone one day.
I was standing in the front room when I heard music coming from toward the back of the house in my daughters room. It sounded like bluegrass music with a banjo, maybe a fiddle, and a males voice singing. I went to her room and nothing was on but I could still hear it coming from the window. It didn't sound like it was "right there" ~ it was muffled so I could not even tell what song it was or the words. I looked out her window and all I saw was the old oak tree in the backyard. I didn't get scared ~ I thought it was just me.

Over a period of the next 6 months there was about 3 times that I heard it again. I would walk through the house but I could never find it. I never said anything to my husband about it because I didn't want to think I was really loopy in the head and give him more reason to not take me seriously. I didn't ask my daughter either because I didn't want to scare her where she'd never sleep another night in bed by herself.

One night my husband and I were laying in bed trying to get to sleep and all I could hear was bluegrass. I laid there real still trying to make out anything ~ my mom listened to bluegrass my entire life and I am familiar with a few songs but the ones I was hearing was just too muffled to make out what they were. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I quietly asked my husband, "Do you hear that?", and he said, "The banjo? YES it's been keeping me awake" and I said "Thank you GOD it's not just me!!" and he said he had thought it was just him and he was going loopy. We both got up out of bed and held on to each other and walked around the house in the kitchen, Jessica's bedroom, the bathroom ~ everywhere ~ finally pinpointed the sound coming from outside the front door on the front porch. As you can tell from the picture below, there are no neighbors to be playing bluegrass music ~ we are out here on a hill by ourselves. Once we figured out where it was coming from we were okay ~ went back to bed and went right to sleep. We both thought it was really neat.

About 2 or 3 other times I heard them playing the banjo on the front porch ~ almost like they were having a party. My husband would still hear them at night. We'd laugh about it and go on.

It stopped happening as much over the past year. I never hear the music like I did anymore. I miss it. My husband doesn't hear it anymore either. All I hear now is music that sounds like a radio that never stops playing the same song over and over and over ~ and no one is here except me. It happened about 2 months ago but stopped when I turned off the fan. This was not from the noise of a fan either by the way.

The last time I heard anything was the beginning of last month.
It was about 7:30 in the morning on a Saturday ~ Jessica had a friend spend the night and they were still sleeping in her room, my son in his room sleeping, and my husband was still asleep in our room where I was on the computer (our computer is in the bedroom). I had the bedroom door shut. I was doing the same thing on the computer that I do every morning ~ and about 15 minutes after I'd been on I heard what I thought was Jessica humming. Not a little hum ~ a pretty loud hum. Again, couldn't make out the song ~ I just thought it was her humming to annoy her friend or wake her up. Didn't think much about it......until 15 minutes had gone by and she still hadn't stopped. I thought "why doesn't her friend tell her to SHUT UP!" ~~ then I thought maybe it was Landon and that he was awake in his room with the TV on or humming to himself in his bed. But it didn't sound like a little boy ~ it sound like a woman. Finally, I got up to tell my daughter to pllleeezzzz stop ....... opened the bedroom door ........ silence. Went to her room, they both were snoring .... Landon was still asleep in his. I KNOW the hum was coming from the kitchen.....no doubt about it.

The last time was one that kindof scared me a little bit.
It was about 2 weeks ago when I was outside playing catch with the baseball with my son. He's pretty good and throwing the ball in my general direction ~ but sometimes they whiz right on over my head. When I went to pick the ball up off the ground is when I felt something ~ not something hot or cold ~ no gust of wind ~ didn't take my breath away ~ just like something was there watching ~ but it felt like there were more than 1 ~ maybe 3 or 4. That is when I realized I was standing under the tree outside my daughters bedroom window.

So being the crazy one that I am ~ I just smiled at the air where I thought they were and said "hello". OMG ~ I know you think I'm just a lunatic now after my last post ~ but I thought at the time that if I said hello and was friendly they would stay friendly too. I made sure that my son didn't see me talking toward the tree.

2 days after that Sylvia Browne was on Montel. Didn't even know she was going to be until I was flipping through channels. She said that when she knows someone is going to die that their faces are "running".....how terrible that would be to have to see those things in people. A lady actually asked Sylvia to tell her when she was going to die and how. I do not want to know that at all. She has a new book out that I thought I might try finding cheap someplace because I don't like to read and figure I won't understand half of what she says in it anyway.

I thought I would have my husband take me to the civilized world today to buy one of her books and run some errands. Last night I mentioned it to him and he agreed. About that time he put in a DVD for us to watch.......

White Noise

Okay, for those of you who haven't seen it ~ you probably should.

Into about the first 30 minutes of it I thought how neat that would be. I wish I could do that. I wish I could communicate with my Spirit Guide. My husband says he would not want to talk to his. About that time is when Michael Keeton starts getting the evil spirits talking to him and that is when I told my Spirit Guide over and over that I'd changed my mind ~ please do not communicate with me and I'll meet him/her on the other side. I'm happy just knowing that they are there and there is no need to discuss anything ~ just keep watching my back.

When it was over we watched the bonus feature of it with real actual people who actually carry around their handheld device communicating with the dead. After that I had to be escorted by my husband to the bathroom while I washed my face and brushed my teeth ~ the entire time feeling like someone was watching me from "beyond".

Of course I had to settle what I had just witnessed in my brain before I could go to sleep. I had to solve the whole "after death" dilemma and what truly goes on. I have it figured out but figure this post is long enough to keep rambling my thoughts on this subject. It's very simple actually. At least I can sleep at night now knowing that things are floating around.

I do not have any desire to try finding out who these people are that live here with me.
They seem to be friendly and I will stay friendly but there had better be no messages to me left in lipstick on my bathroom mirror, making my rocking chair rock on the front porch when the wind isn't blowing, or trying to communicate through the static on my TV or radio.

My mom emailed this back after me having mentioned buying Sylvia's book:
"Be careful little eyes what you read."
I'm 34 and still have little eyes. Thanks mom.

I'm not getting any of her books ~ I will just find out what's going on when I get to Heaven.