Married to a Medium
The night before Halloween (All Hallows' Eve), Ian joined me driving on my delivery route. It was a brisk, fall evening; the air was clear, and trees burst with color. Golden leaves floated on he gentle breeze like sparse confetti, then tumbled along the road near the gutter with the rush of passing cars. We were having a fun night—orders were good, and we were enjoying each other's company.
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One of the most difficult issues to deal with is when evil targets a child, and more so, a child with developmental disabilities. In this instance, there is a demonic entity attached to a teenager in our neighborhood.
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The cry was urgent, and I knew something bad was happening. Ian was in the bedroom studying for his veterinary technician license exam, and I was in my studio across the hall working on a video project. The sound of his shout sent me into emergency mode, and I ran to his aid within seconds.
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We stopped at a traffic signal near the tribal cemetery gates, and Ian focused his attention on something in the foliage around the massive, stone walls. "What the hell is that?" he said out loud, halfway to himself, and partially to me. He had a puzzled and unsettled look on his face. When I inquired as to what he was talking about, he replied, "I don't know. There's something weird there by the wall—I have no idea what it is..."
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When my husband, Jeep, passed away from congestive heart failure in August of 2017, I did not know a local priest in our home town in Texas who would come to the home to do a posthumous last rites ritual, as Jeep was Catholic and I knew this would be important for his spirit's journey. It wasn't until my move to Washington state, and a new marriage to Ian, that I would be given a chance to perform this blessing. During that time, beginning in January of 2022, Jeep began to visit us regularly, and developed a deep friendship with my new husband.
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