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Tue, 17 Sep 2013
Another Life Revealed
I was standing on a stone road looking down past my white cotton dress to my black button-up shoes, then glancing at my small hands. I was all of 3 years old. Straight ahead was a worn white picket gate spanning an entrance in a stone fence that was as high as I was tall. I looked through the gate to the home that I knew was where I lived. It was cottage in its appearance with a thatched roof. A small wooden room built off to the left with the stove pipe I knew was the kitchen. An aroma of soda bread baking filled the air. “Sarah” came a call and I reached for the hand of my father. A tall slender man with dark trousers and a tweed cap. We walked together toward town on the cobble stone road. A man coming the other way stopped and spoke to my father on the bridge we were crossing. My hand slipped from father’s hand and I wandered a few steps over to the edge of the bridge which was large white barn stones. As I looked over the edge toward the water I fell forward. I vividly saw the brick structure of the bridge as I plummeted head first into the river. That is the end of the dream every time. I assume I perished in the fall.

Posted by adessa at 00:01 EDT
Updated: Wed, 4 Dec 2013 20:03 EST
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Sun, 26 Aug 2012
The house that Ralph Built
Whenever I dream of family the dream is centered around the home my father built by hand. I only lived there 12 years of my life, but my mind goes there as my home. All the other places I've lived could only be categorized as shelters. Last night's dream took me up the driveway in tears. Someone had bought the house and was turning it into a store. I toured the rooms remembering as we got older helping father put on additions to the home. I liked block work and framing, but didn't fancy the roofing at all. A family belonged in this home. I hope someone would purchase it in the future and restore it to a family home.

Posted by adessa at 00:01 EDT
Updated: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 15:47 EST
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Tue, 3 Jul 2012
Hello
For the past 5 weeks someone has been calling my name in my home.  My birth name, a name Tim calls occassionally and my father used to always call me and he passed away 7 years ago.  The first 3 weeks it was every 2 or 3 days.  I'd be anywhere in the house and hear my name.  I'd hunt down Tim and ask what he had wanted.  He said he didn't call me.  I told him I hear the man's voice calling my name again.  Two weeks ago it was every night.  It would wake me out of a sound sleep.  I'd get up and the room would be dead still.  Everyone in the house was sleeping.  Last week I woke up at 4 a.m. to process the produce from the first harvest of the garden.  Tomatoes, Green Beans and my favorite Sweet/Hot Pickles.  By 1 pm I was heading to make the bed.  Tim was napping on the couch.  When I got in the bedroom I saw no harm in lying down for a half hour.  I was exhausted.  Twenty minutes later my name was being called again.  It sounded like it was coming from outside.  Tim must have thought I'd gone back up to the garden and was calling me.  I got up and followed the sound of the voice, Adessa; Adessa;  Dess; Dess.  It was louder by the stairs and I called down, Tim I'm upstairs.  But looking in the living room he was still sound asleep on the couch.  I went and woke him up.  There was a chill in the room.  Who was calling me?

Posted by adessa at 00:01 EDT
Updated: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 15:48 EST
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Fri, 23 Mar 2012
Room 312

Posted by adessa at 00:01 EDT
Updated: Fri, 11 Oct 2013 08:14 EDT
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Thu, 7 Jul 2011
Time will Tell

Posted by adessa at 12:57 EDT
Updated: Mon, 31 Oct 2011 18:42 EDT
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Thu, 21 Apr 2011
Heat pattern Abandoned Home with Baby in Window

Posted by adessa at 00:01 EDT
Updated: Fri, 11 Oct 2013 08:14 EDT
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Wed, 20 Apr 2011
Ghost Baby in the Window of Vacant Home

Posted by adessa at 00:01 EDT
Updated: Fri, 11 Oct 2013 08:15 EDT
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Sat, 23 Jan 2010
Angel

Arriving home from work and greeted by a husband who looked seriously at me and said, “Before you go in the house and see what happened I need to ask you something.  “How much did that little ceramic angel mean to you?”

“No sentimental value” I said and asked, “Why, did the cat walk across the bookshelf and knock it off?”

Hesitating he said, “No….  it broke when the ceiling panel fell on it”

“Why did the ceiling panel fall?” I asked.

“It was bulging from all the water on top of it and fell when it got too heavy”.

“Why was there all that water in the ceiling?” I said.

“It was when the sink upstairs blew up” 

“….and the sink blew up why ……”

“I was fixing that annoying drip.  The faucets are made of stupid plastic parts now.  The parts blew off straight up to the kitchen ceiling and water rained down all over the kitchen”

“Well”, I said,  “I guess I’m really lucky the little angel was the only loss”

“No”, he said,  “You’re really lucky because your kitchen got cleaned from the ceiling to the floor”

Posted by adessa at 00:01 EST
Updated: Sat, 6 Oct 2018 13:36 EDT
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Tue, 20 Mar 2007
Hidden Turret
I was walking in the cleaned basement of a huge old home. It was the same home on the same property I always dream about. There were many family members outside having a picnic. I went up to the first floor. There were a maze of stairways in this home. I had studied the house from all angles. The dimensions made no sense. There were hidden rooms somewhere. I’d take my camera and ask to shoot some photos around the house and look for the hidden doorways. I asked my Aunt, “Aunt….” My voice was inaudible. I know I said Shirley because that is my only Aunt but the lady I was speaking to wasn’t her. I got permission to tour the house. I took about 12 photos. The rooms were gorgeous but most had guests talking in the rooms. I didn’t think the entrance to the hidden room was off the parlor. I went to the second floor. There were 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. One bedroom was done in red, white and pink. I stood for a while and watched the curtains blow in the open window and got my bearings with the outside footprint of the house. I knew I was close to the doorway to a wing of the house that contained the bedroom with the round turret. Something very strong draws me to this home. I feel so sure I was just physically there I ran to check my camera for photos when I awoke.

Posted by adessa at 20:48 EDT
Updated: Fri, 8 Jul 2011 16:46 EDT
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