I'm waiting for a call from an "animal communicator" who also talks to dead people on occasion. I summoned up the drive to activate a gift card that was given to me by some thoughtful person as a condolence. I used it in conjunction with Paypal to prepay the $35 for a one hour session. I heard about her from Julie, the person from whom I adopted Whiskey and Shadow.
I remain skeptical, although I did (do) think I hear a voice on an EVP recording I made a week ago. It's very faint but sounds like a female (possibly Sharon's) voice saying, "They were blocking you." Weird, huh? Who was blocking me? I let Houa listen to it and he couldn't make out what it said. So now I'm the crazy one!
I don't mind. It reminds me of her voice, clear again, like it used to be.
So, now I'm going to come up with some questions in case I get to actually talk to Sharon today. It's like I'm drawing a blank the closer the time gets. There are so many. So let's get them out in no particular order.
Are you ok?
Do you forgive me?
What's it like being dead?
Do you ever check in on me?
Will I ever see you again?
Are you still you?
Have you encountered anybody you know? Your mom? Grandma? Pets?
What happened right after you stopped breathing?
Did you meet God or any spiritual beings, like angels?
Did you have to go through a life review? If so, how did it go?
Do you have all the answers now or are you still confused about what it's all about?
Can you please try to communicate with me from time to time?
I miss you. I'm sorry for everything. I'm not getting over you. I never thought I'd miss you so much. It turns out you were the one great love of my life.
What do I do?
Can you, will you help me?
Can you help me feel joy again? And peace and love?
Is your situation good? Are you in "heaven?"
Did you encounter any bad beings in your travels?
Can you see what's going on here at the house?
Am I being "blocked" by bad entities? Am I a bad entity?
Did you go to Fort Bragg with me and see the places I spread your ashes?
How can I communicate with you? I didn't have much luck with the Ouija board, crystal ball or candles, but was that your voice on the recorder saying "they were blocking you?"
It's getting close to 2pm when the medium will call. I better get ready.
Monday, July 2, 2018
Journal entry for July 2, 2018
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche.
Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental.
Enjoy your visit. Comment, if you so desire, or lurk privately. This blog can be your guilty pleasure (or displeasure).
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