This is the second time that I have tried to post this message. I finished the first one and hit preview and the screen went blank, and my message was gone. So here I go again, hopefully it will post this time.
If you had asked me about curses, spirits, ghosts, witches, etc., 7 yrs ago I would have told you there was no such thing. But of course I knew nothing at that time. I was born in 1952 and immediately removed from my Native American parents, and adopted into a non-Native home and raised as a white person. I grew into adulthood and met and married the greatest man, to whom I have been married all these years (nearly 30 yrs). I worked hard and tried to have a normal and happy life. At the age of 40, I decided that there was still something missing in my life, so I began a search for my real family. Even after being gone for 40 yrs I decided to still look knowing that it could be a long journey. Within 45 minutes I was talking to my oldest sister.
I became comfortable with having so many new relatives, because there are over 4,000 of them. I was sure that I was going to finally be able to get to know my own family. It was not until I was 48, in 1998, that we moved across the country to be nearer to my family. Almost immediately I became very ill, it was not until 4 yrs later that I was told that I have IBS, Acid Reflux, and PTSD. Some of my relatives who noticed that I was always sick, told me that maybe someone from the other side was trying to take me there. I thought to myself, yea right. I was raised to believe that ghosts, spirits, witches, etc were just make believe and not real, usually characters at halloween. As I discovered more about my family, I felt that I had always known them. As the time passed, my husband and I opened an Espresso Coffee Shop and found that it was a great way to meet more of my cousins and relatives.
One night two of my cousins stopped by and told me that they felt there was something wrong here and that someone was trying to harm me. I knew this cousin was formerly the minister at the Lummi Shaker Church, and felt that he would not fool around with this kind of stuff. They both immediately began brushing down the building outside and in. My husband and I were standing inside at the end of the Espresso stand, about 16 feet away. Suddenly my husband felt something rush by him and something slammed into me and knocked me to the floor, as if I had been tackled like in football. My cousins ran to us and grabbed something. To me it looked like they were fighting with an invisible person, and outside they went. My husband picked me up and got me on my feet and breathing, when they came back inside. Both of my cousins told me that I had been being attacked by a little old man from Canada who was living in my canned goods cabinet. I was totally shocked. Not at the little guy from Canada, not because I had ended up on the floor, but upset and mad that he was in my food cabinet. My husband told me later that he could not understand why I was so mad about him being in the cabinet, after all he was not gonna eat anything without a can opener. I looked at him and said, "can you see him??? how is he gonna use a can opener?" Time passed and I began learning more about my own culture and found that it was part of the belief system of my ancestors.
Awhile later my husband and I were living in an apartment and the guy that lived in the other apartment mentioned that he felt something was no right and was going to call the Shakers to come and clean the building out. Clean?? I asked, why dont we just clean it?? He laughed and told me that we did not have the experience to get rid of the visitors from the other side. Ok, I can go along with this, I thought. The people from the church showed up and started praying and soon they were rushing around from room to room. We were sitting in the middle of the room with others praying with us. They dragged something out of our apartment and took it outside. After the process was done, they came to us and told us that we had a little white haired woman in our apartment and that she had attatched herself to me. The building did seem more positive and not so dark. I thought ok, that was unusual, but ok.
We kept moving forward with our life, I attended college at our tribal college and earned a degree with honors in environmental science. So I am not unintelligent and believe that for everything there is a reason. Both of these incidents happened and were witnessed by many others, so I am not imagining this.
During Christmas this year my husband called his parents to wish them a Merry Christmas. We had moved here 7 yrs ago and he was upset with his family and did not tell them where we were going. Even though I tried to convince him to call and let his mom know where he was, he did not want to and did not call. At Christmas this year his Dad told him that his mom had passed away on Jan 11, 2005, over 11 months prior to him calling. I was upset that he was upset. My mother in law and I had never gotten along, mainly because she blamed me for taking her son. He was upset and when he calmed down a little while later he told me he was alright. It was probably a week or so later that I woke up one morning with a severe pain in my back. I had trouble trying to move around and thought I must have wrenched my back somehow. I took Bayer aspirin and used my heating pad and I got worse. After three days, my husband finally called me outside. I hobbled out the door and found him standing with a branch from the cedar tree. He began brushing me with the branch and with in 30 seconds I was jumping up and down and dancing around the yard. I have not had a pain since.
So Dr Phil???? how do you explain these things??? They are not in my head, I am not a negative person and have a good life. I was a skeptic before but not anymore.....
Debi
Bellingham, WA
