A Halloween Story Continued...
By Angie Christie
Joe looked where Annie was pointing and saw that there was a cottage just ahead. They might be able to ask directions here. He drove the car off the road and they looked hard at the cottage. There was a light showing. They could see from that that someone was living there.
"Well," said Joe. "I will go and knock at the door." Both felt uncomfortable as the cottage seemed to be the only one visible on this stretch of road. Joe opened a wooden gate leading into a nice, well kept garden. This made him feel a little better about knocking as, in his mind, if people kept a nice garden, then they must have a tidy mind.
As he walked up to the porch door, he saw that the knocker was a lion's head. As he knocked, he heard a sound from within. Suddenly, the door opened and an elderly lady peered out at him. She was, Joe noticed, dressed in very dated clothing. In a few seconds, he took in the fact that she seemed as if she had walked through from the past. She peered at Joe and in a very quiet voice asked him what he wanted. Joe noticed she had a very sweet voice and it put him at ease.
"Look, I am so sorry to bother you, madam, but my wife and I seem to have lost our way and you were the only cottage that we have found down this road. The mist rose and suddenly we were in mist and we realized the wrong road as well. We have just moved to the village of Winklow so the countryside as yet is strange to us."
The old lady peered at Joe and said in her very quiet voice, "It is late, you look tired. Please accept my hospitality for the night. Both you and your wife will feel better in the morning. I have a room ready upstairs."
Joe thanked the old lady and said he would take her up on her very kind offer. He went out to the car, explained things to Annie and collected their luggage. As they entered the cottage, Annie noticed that nothing was new. It was as if the old lady had never bought anything modern. A log fire burned happily in the fireplace and a kettle was placed over the fire on a hook bubbling away merrily. Looking round, they saw old fashioned photographs on a trestle table. Annie walked over to them and realized they were all taken in the last century.
Suddenly, they realized that the lady had disappeared from the room and they could smell cooking coming from the back of the cottage. Walking through to the kitchen, Annie thanked the old lady for helping them. "Twas nothing," she replied. "I will be glad of some company." Annie noticed she had little boot button eyes that twinkled at her.
After a meal that was placed in front of them, they felt much better. They had soup which they realized was homemade - vegetable. Then they noticed that the lady had baked her own bread. It was a treat for them both.
"Now I will show you your room," said the lady, "and you can make yourselves comfortable. I have put some hot water in your room and towels."
Climbing the quaint stairway, they were shown into their room. There was, to their utter amazement, what looked like an old fashioned feather bed and they saw that, indeed, there was a jug of hot water for them and a bowl. |
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"Joe? This place is making me feel uneasy," Annie said. "What sort of place is this? Who is the old woman? You notice she did not tell us her name which was strange in itself."
"Oh, Annie, you are just tired and weary. A good night's sleep will make you feel much better. I am just glad that she has taken us in. In the morning we will ask her name and everything will seem different."
"Joe? Have you noticed that there is no bathroom and I was informed by the lady that if we needed to go anywhere, it was out in the back garden next to the old shed. Everything here is as if time has stood still."
The bed felt very strange, but extremely comfortable and in no time at all, Annie and Joe were sleeping peacefully. Suddenly, Annie woke. What had woken her? Her eyes became accustomed to the dark and she was too comfortable to turn up the little gaslight the lady had placed on the bedside table. There, sitting on their bed was a black cat. Its eyes were like emeralds and it just sat and stared at them. Annie was amazed to see it as the door was firmly closed. How did the cat get into the room? She nudged Joe and he grunted in his sleep.
"Joe. Joe, wake up please," Annie hissed.
"Wassthematter?" Joe grumbled.
"Joe, there is a black cat sitting on the bed looking at us. It has not moved and I don't know how it got into the room as the door is firmly closed."
Joe looked to where Annie pointed. "I can't see a cat. You must be dreaming, Annie," he muttered.
"I can see the cat, Joe. It has not moved and is at the bottom of the bed." Annie felt uncomfortable and as she stared hard at the cat, it suddenly disappeared. She jumped out of bed, shivering with fright. What sort of place had they found shelter in? Who was this old lady and how did a black cat get into the bedroom only seen by her?
"Joe, I don't like this place. There is something not right about it. Did you notice how the old lady behaved when we knocked? It was as if she was prepared for us. Homemade soup, homemade warm bread, kettle on chain over the fireplace. Far too much for one elderly lady to eat. She knew we were coming, Joe. I am convinced of that. Also, why are all the rooms so old fashioned, even the way she is dressed? And, I did see clearly a black cat that entered a closed door which you did not see. I am frightened, Joe."
Joe sighed. He understood what Annie was saying but how could she see things he could not?
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SPIRIT GUIDE,
SAKEINA,
Channels Her Message Concerning "The Shift" of 2012. |
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This message was first viewed in The Night Watchman Chronicles Magazine, but has now been moved here to go with Message #2 found on Page 4 of "Night Whispers". | |
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"No one on earth has full knowledge of changes for themselves, over the next several years, that will be taking place. These changes will cause a major shift in thinking and the balance of humanity.
There is much training taking place within the meridian of understanding to raise awareness to the level needed for the shift. The training is taking place while in the sleeping state for some, it is done in the waking state with those with more advanced spiritual thinking. Word is being spread by others who are guided by the spirit realm. Understanding will come forth as the shift draws near.
We will soon find that spirit gifts are no longer handed out to those with advanced spiritual understanding. These gifts will be accessible to all on earth.
The shift must take place before the earth is destroyed and before humanity destroys itself. No one will rule another, no persecution will take place, no disease will ravage your bodies. Spiritual needs will not be the exception, but the way of the world in its new form. Peace will no longer be just a song with no meaning - peace will just BE.
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Is It All in the Name?
By Christina M. Schumacher |
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Is it possible for someone's imagination to create a real life tragic event or, scarier yet, to "cause" a tragic event? Or, can people have premonitions about tragic events years before they happen with such detail that it is impossible to not see the truth? Agreements will vary concerning the well known Titanic disaster, and others will look upon the events as just coincidence, but whichever way your mind takes you, the story is uncanny.
Before the Titanic sailed its first and last voyage in 1898, two people created fictional writings. The first of these was a novel written by Morgan Robertson in 1884 titled "Futility". The book concerned a luxury liner christened "Titan" carrying wealthy people on a maiden voyage. The fictional ship and the real ship, Titanic, were the same size, could go the same speed, and could hold the exact same number of passengers. In the fiction account, the Titan hit an iceberg and many lives were lost due to the ship not having enough lifeboats available for the number of passengers aboard. Sound familiar?
The second writing, a short story, was done by a journalist in 1892. This short story, in retrospection, could have been a premonition as it outlined nearly to a tee, the sinking of the Titanic. Of course, at the time it was written, it was just considered a short story. Whether or not this journalist, W.T. Stead, was tempting fate or had forgotten his own story know one knows, but he actually boarded the Titanic on the day of its maiden voyage and died on it in 1912.
Another ship, a tramp steamer called the "Titanian", was actually saved by the memory of the Titanic disaster. This ship nearly hit an iceberg in 1935. The Titanian set sail in April and, just before midnight (the time that the Titanic hit the iceberg), a young man sounded an alarm. He had not actually seen an iceberg, but thoughts of the Titanic disaster were weighing heavily on his mind. Different signs seemed to show themselves to him. When he realized that his birthday was the same day of the Titanic disaster - April 14, 1912 - he sounded the alarm. The ship was halted. Just ahead, a huge iceberg was seen. If the man had not paid attention to the warnings coming into his head, another disaster would have been inevitable.
One last tidbit. All the ships mentioned here, both real and fictional, came to catastrophe, or near catastrophe (in the case of the Titanian), in the exact same place in the ocean.
Somehow, whether a person wishes to believe it or not, all of these events seem to be tied together. The writing of the novel, the writing of the short story, the writer of the short story being aboard the actual Titanic and the omens given to a man whose birthday was the same as the Titanic disaster are hard to imagine as mere coincidence.
Strange too are the similarities of the names - Titan, Titanic and Titanian. So, if you have the opportunity to travel on a luxury liner, it might be wise to pay attention to the name the liner was christened with. If it has any similarity to the above three names, you might be wise to rebook your passage. |
