So what paranormal stuff happened in the cabin in Vermont?

 

I have been somewhat reluctant to write this and you will read why.

First of all, you should know that I manifested the cabin in Vermont.
The first night after we arrived at the cabin in Vermont of course it was a bit creepy. Well I think it seemed creepy because it was new to us, new surroundings and in an unfamiliar tiny town. 

I have never experienced such stillness in the air or sound at night anywhere before. My previous farm on 50 acres got nothing on this.

It was eerily quiet here. I think what made it creepier was no street lights, no house lights from other houses. One dim light on the right side yard, but other than that, nothing. It didn't help that there was an old vacant farm house across from the yard and to our right, or that we had a completely unobstructed view of it.

I would turn the outside light on while standing out there, but you couldn't see on either side of the cabin or even the front lawn past maybe 12 feet. The light bulb itself was one of those that has to "warm up" to be at its brightest which here was basically a little brighter than "dim".

It was rather unnerving. Nothing but darkness and silence, and no one around. 

The pic on the right is how far we actually see at night in the front of the cabin from the porch. The tan is the ground with a small amount of melted snow left. 

We however, have our dogs with us. All 3 of them, so I knew if anything was around they would know it well before I would and I also knew that I was safe because my dogs will protect me.

My dogs are far from little, they are all Pitbull's, real Pitbull's. They are not the 4 inch from the ground, wide ½ Bulldog kind of Pitbull's.

My oldest just turned 7 in September 2022. She is the smallest of the bunch weighing only 50 lbs. But she is solid. They all are.

Then I have my second oldest. She is 5 as of December 2022. She weighs 70 lbs.

And then there's my youngest. She just turned 5 in January 2023. She weighs in at 145lbs. I'm telling you, no one takes her for being a girl. She is massive with a big, blocky head attached to ridiculously wide shoulders and a muscular body to match. She's a tank really.

She's the baby, and I refer to her as “the baby”. In fact, when the other 2 hear me say; “you are upsetting the baby” (when the older 2 wrestle each other) they immediately stop and look directly at her.

Everyone knows she is “the baby”. They are all my babies of course and I spoil them ridiculously, but because she is the youngest, I literally use the term “baby”, despite that is not her name.

All three of my dogs are friendly, but only in the sense that they more or less “tolerate” other people.

They are not aggressive and have never hurt anyone. But, they are highly protective of us and become extremely suspicious of any person that isn't “us”.

So, to be on the safe side, when we have people over, my dogs are comfortably placed into their bedroom for safety purposes (yes, I said bedroom).

My dogs have there own bedroom with a TV, an oscillating Fan, 3 toddler beds, their own pillows, blankets, toy's etc. and, my dogs also have a nanny for when we need to leave, as they are never alone, and have never been left alone, and boy do they love their nanny!!

Do they stay in their toddler beds all night? Not usually. No, they usually end up in my or my son's bed sometime during the night, but their bedroom is more or less used for when we have people over. 

Anyway, back to the story.

It was the second day that we were here when the paranormal started to rear it's head: I was sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs on the front porch sipping my coffee and enjoying the beautiful brightly colored fall leaves when I notice an old woman sitting in a chair ( a rocking chair) in a window in the vacant house. She was wearing an ivory scarf on her shoulders.

The old woman was sitting there rocking and just staring straight ahead towards a window in front of the house. Outside that window and across the street was a very old slaughter barn.

I immediately felt sorrow. Like super deep sorrow.

I got the impression that this woman had been house ridden for along time. The slaughter barn that is across the street; I got the impression that it was part of the property that the vacant house was on at some point in the past, and that it was her husband and the barn who she was watching from the window.

So, I knew that the old woman was not there at this moment in time, the house was vacant.
But, because I have experienced these kinds of things and more paranormal and demonic oddities pretty much my entire life, I chose to ignore it.

But no, that just wouldn't do. Every time I would go outside and on the porch, there she would be in that same damn window, looking straight ahead rocking her chair, and the feeling of sorrow would consume me.

At this point, I'm thinking that the sorrow I felt was her sorrow from being house ridden. I initially believed that she was house ridden due to an illness that made her crippled and that was the sorrow I was picking up on, perhaps she longed to go outside but she couldn't.

A day or two of this had gone by, then I stopped seeing her in the window.

OK great, I'm no longer manifesting ghosts here I thought and I went about my business.

The following day, I went outside and onto the porch and looked over and saw something fairly tall and “white” in the house, but it was as if it were across the room from the window I could see in.

You could literally see straight through inside this house because there was nothing in any of the windows (which made it that much more creepier, especially at night).

I looked away because I thought it may have just been a covered up piece of furniture that I was seeing perhaps due to the sunlight from outside.

Well, I was compelled to look back, and that “tall white” thing was smack dab directly in the window in all of its up and close glory as if it was letting me know I saw it, and it wanted me to know it.

Whatever the hell it was, it had quickly moved from where I had originally seen it across the room from the window, to being directly in front of the window as if it were letting me know that I had seen it!

I went back inside the cabin and decided to spill my guts to my mother and to my son.

Funny how my mom said she thought she saw something earlier that day too, but she said she thought it may have been glaring from the sun. But, she did say that she always feels that something is watching her and that my son had said the same thing to her.

That night at about 10:30pm my son and I went outside to enjoy the fall night, really because I was too chicken to go outside and sit alone and I didn't feel like wrestling with the dogs as I had already taken them out, got them their snacks for the night and put them to bed at 10pm.

But, I wanted to enjoy our time in Vermont. It's not every day that we will have the time or ability to do this again, so I wanted to enjoy it.

So, we go outside and onto the porch. And me being me can't help but to point out the damn window in which I keep seeing things, to my son. The house is vacant and has literally no light in it. So, to me it wasn't a big deal and likely would see nothing due to the darkness.

Well, I was wrong.

And after seeing what I saw, I realized exactly what I was dealing with and what it represented concerning the old woman and the sorrow.

In a window to the right of the window that I was seeing the old woman and the tall white thing, there was just a profile of a person, again staring straight forward toward the front of the house (I was looking at it from the left side of the house).

Another words, the left side of the vacant house itself was on my right and so were the windows that I was seeing.

I don't even know how I could see this, there is only a fairly dim light on that side. But the profile was very close to the window and it was as if there was a bit of a glow where the face was.

My son and I decided that we would stop talking about it because our experiences has shown that the more you talk or think about this kind of stuff, the more happens. And so, we let it go.
Ignore, ignore, ignore. If you remove your focus from something, it cannot exist.
That is another law of the universe. 

As my son and I are talking about some short movies he wanted to show me on you tube when we were to go back in, my eyes are drawn over my son's shoulders and beyond to the window again, and I see what I can only describe as this:   
    

It was looking directly at me. The face was not exactly as it is in this picture used for the movie the Exorcist, but pretty damn close, minus the cuts and scratches, and it is the same face that I have seen many times before.

From my own experience and from what you could probably guess, this face represents something not very nice and as a neighbor in the house next door, I probably do not want to be having any coffee with it. It spooked me because for me I suspected that this means that it's going to get rough, like super rough.

Well, that is when I decided to write about what was happening, as it was happening.

After this, It didn't take very long for things in our cabin to really get going or for my dogs to be  freaking out. 

My smallest one especially, she would literally try and climb up on chairs, the couch or anything to get to whatever it was they could see high up on a wall or the ceiling, that we couldn't.

As I wrote in my book, family members have been possessed in the past among some of the more frightening things, and I wasn't about to go there again, Oh hell no!

That was my reaction after three nights of banging, the TV turning on and off, the outside light turning on and off, my dogs following and chasing something we couldn't see from room to room barking at it, seemingly cornering it, dark shadows from window to window walking outside around the cabin and me writing it all down frantically. It was crazy.

This cabin has no attic. But if it did, that would be where the loud banging sounded like it was coming from. The roof? The ceiling? I had no idea.

My mom would turn the TV on to watch her morning shows, and it would shut off not five minutes later. She'd walk over toward the remote, the TV would turn back on before she would get to it.

We'd all be sleeping and the TV would turn on by itself in the middle of the night, the bathroom light would turn on by itself, and the outside porch light, no matter how many times I would turn that damn thing on, it would shut off on it's own or vice versa. 

The dark shadow thing walking outside all around the cabin? No idea. But there it was making itself known and we all saw it including the dogs who would literally go bananas jumping up in the windows, barking and whining.

It was just getting to be too much though. My poor mom was saying to me; “What is with you and your kids?, Every place we go, we have these issues, this isn't normal!"

She's 82, this is the last thing she needs to deal with especially after finally being able to experience being in a cabin in Vermont. 

And the more I wrote, the more that was happening and the more we were all experiencing the fall out.

You should know that this is not abnormal for us as our true stories indicated in my book. This was our normal and it was our normal for a very long time. 

This has literally been a life long occurrence no matter where we go, no matter what house we live in and no matter who is with us.

Of course eventually I learned that the more I focus on this stuff, think about it etc. the more that will happen. So, I stopped writing about it and I told my mom and my son we were not to talk about it at all no matter what goes on. Which is why I was a bit reluctant to write this post.

It all stopped as quickly as it started because (and you should also know) that it took me a long time to realize that I was actually the cause of it. Yes, I was the one making this stuff happen. I was creating what you may know as a Poltergiest or less commonly known as Psychokinesis.

Except, it doesn't only result in banging or slamming for us. If I continue to allow it, "things" manifest: ghosts, demons, possessions, growling, things get moved, (even a fire at one point) that everyone experiences. 

What began years ago through a lot of anxiety (unknown to me) became creations in reality manifested through my subconscious mind.

Creating these paranormal or demonic types of things is quite easy for me because I still have weakness for that kind of stuff in my subconscious mind.

But I can use my subconscious mind and do today, to manifest other things, and this is what this blog is about along with trying to help others to manifest the things and the life they want too. 

And now you know why I also include posts about how not to manifest horrible things or things that can harm. 

Thanks for reading.

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