Well where do I start? My husband died July 31st 2009! He was only 30 years old. I was just devastated. I had just lost my job six months earlier and our house. The same day he died, I had gone to the store to get a pack of cigarettes because I started smoking again that day. When I came back our cat ran underneath the truck and I ran her over. Her back was broken and we had to put her down at night at the vet. The entire day was so traumatic, it just broke me.

Anyway my best friend told me that she felt like because there was a disturbance in my husband‘s passing, that maybe he needed masquerade more than we did. That was the only thing that made me feel better about what happened to our cat but he love that cat so much! He has some more pictures and videos of that cat, then people do have other dogs. Lol!

It took me a while to finally accept that he was gone, and get rid of all that negative energy. Once that happened, when I go to sleep very late at night, before going to sleep I would just wait…. He would show up and sit in the corner, and he would pet masquerade, and I would just talk to him. He didn’t answer me audibly, but I knew he understood how much I missed him.

There have been many other bizarre events that have occurred with him being around, and one of the places he used to show up is at my friends house in LA. He was there a lot! Whenever it was the anniversary of his death, or his birthday, I would send balloons up into the air with the card attached.

Well this night, I had some mylar balloons regular balloons, and a card with his name on it. We were in the backyard, and when the balloons went up they got caught on a power cord. It wasn’t even a windy night, but these balloons look like they were some type of spiritual battle going on they were just being rattled too and fro. Then all of a sudden the balloon slid from left to right, at least 25 feet , on that wire, and hit the power pole. There was a huge explosion, and then a fire started at the back of the house. And then the power went out for the whole neighborhood.

We had to get a hose to try to put the fire out at the back of the house, and still not sure why that started except for maybe some Sparks. We never told anybody that it was our balloons, and the fire department came out and put the fire out. We freaked out big time it was the most weirdest, occurrence of raw synchronicity and spiritual happenings that I’ve ever experienced. Funny thing was, the fire department decided to not go up and get the card that was hanging there. Right after they left, it fell into our neighbors yard and then our neighbor brought it over The next morning.

I have experienced a lot, and I mean a lot of other events in my life regarding the supernatural. 100% believe that there is a definite spiritual world, fighting for good and evil, and I actually believe in some type of parallel universe. And there are two times in my life that I feel like I crossed over, and I remember those events like they were yesterday. Just bizarre stuff.

I have historically had very much difficulty sleeping at night, I probably spent most of my shopping hours in the middle of the night. That includes groceries and Walmart. Along with depression and anxiety, it was just a better workaround for me.

But there was a time when I could see dead people in cars at night, I’d go down to get the mail, and when I’d walk back to the house I would see dead people just sitting in the cars. Funny thing… Masquerade would follow me to the mailbox and back, she was so cute! This went on for a really long time, but I never acknowledged their existence. Because I think they’re there all the time, but a window opened were I could see them. And I believe that if you don’t communicate with them, they don’t know that you see them. (this was before my husband died, so maybe it was a precursor. But I don’t see them anymore)

I’ve never been afraid of the supernatural, I have Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, and I know that light and dark can’t dwell together so I’m not worried about being indwelt by an evil spirit. But they sure can oppress you! Me and my friend have prayed over peoples houses, and done cleanses, speaking in tongues, reading the Bible, and anointing the house with oil.

Sorry for the long reply, it’s just there’s so many stories I had to try and figure out what thread I should go with. Just a sidenote, I would take my stepson and one of his friends - And a friend of mine different on occasions, and we will go down to the cemetery at night, where my husband Aaron is buried. We’d have to sneak through the back gates, because it closes at 6 PM. Fun times!