My psychic and Occult experiences
I believe my first experiences were with my love of nature and lone places beginning early in life at about the age of 3. I loved being in the country. We had a bungalow in Kiamesha Lake, NY in Sullivan county where I would spend summers with my whole family. Great grandmother, grandparents uncles, great aunts, cousins. It was a wonderful time and the happiest time of my life. My remembrances of the old apple orchard where I would climb the smaller of the trees or the lowest branches of the bigger ones. .The blackberry patch with delicious berries and the pretty jewelweed (wild touch me not's) whose pods would explode sending seed into the air were among my favorite haunts. I think I was 5 when I sneaked off to the spring house, scaring everyone terribly until I was found by my uncle Joel. I was hanging over the edge completely enthralled with the frogs in the water, the fern and other fauna growing there. It was the most beautiful, peaceful place in the world to me. I believed I saw lovely faerie there.
We have lived in many places since, they were houses where we resided, but this place in the Catskills of NY will always be home to me. This little bit of heaven where all the family gathered for the summer. This place of innocence and love.
Over the years I have had many restless nights filled with dreams always trying to find my way home but I have never succeeded. Ah, but that is a story to be told at another time.
The first of my psychic dreams came in 1945 just after WW11 ended. I was 9 years old. I dreamt my uncle Joel came to visit us and brought me two wonderful dresses. One red with white flowers and a ruffled bottom on the skirt. The other a pretty white one with green shamrocks all over it. The dream was quite vivid. I told my mother about it in detail. She said impossible, Joel was still abroad , not yet home from the war. Three days later he surprised us all by showing up with the exact dresses I told my mom about. She was completely befuddled saying I must be psychic just like my great grandma Sarah.
It was many years before I had any more experiences. When I was 14 my best friend and I explored an ancient vacant house. I got strange vibes and felt I did not belong there. When we left the house I saw (What my friend said was the sun reflecting on the upstairs window) but what looked to me like a ghost with a candle bright closing the shutters for the night. The next time we passed that old house all the upstairs shutters were shut tight. They had been open the first visit as we had looked out the windows.
A few years after my marriage and birth of my first two children, I dreamt my neighbor and I were looking in a lot of houses for her 7 year old son whom she could not find. Kitty shouted to me "There is a dead man here laid out in a casket in the parlor." I said " I know but that is not the one I see. There is one hanging at the top of the stairs" I then woke up.
Three days later my dads boss committed suicide, hanging himself from the top of the cellar steps. The first dead person I ever saw had been laid out in a casket in his parlor a few years before.
My oldest son was a small baby with food allergies and held nothing down for a few months. He grew very slowly not gaining much weight. When he was 6 months old I found a new doctor for him who put him on soy milk and he flourished and grew beautifully after that. He was a redhead just a bit darker than strawberry blond. When he was 3 years old I dreamt he was in a carriage, still small and ill. I would not let anyone near him, telling them he was too fragile to touch.
Three days later my sister in law gave birth to a tiny girl with downs syndrome. This beautiful tiny baby was not of dark hair and eyes as most were. She was fair with strawberry blond hair and blue eyes looking much like my son. As she matured she remained very tiny and fragile and it was discovered she was both deaf and blind and had problems with her lungs. My sister in law then placed her in a special home with around the clock medical care. She passed away from pneumonia at age one. She looked like a little angel.
My best friend was living in Pennsylvania. One morning at 9:30 am I heard a knock on the door I heard Carol saying “Sunny, I need you.” When I opened the door, no one was there. I found out the following week, after her husband drove her back home to Pennsylvania when she phoned me that was the exact time she was going under anesthesia for an emergency appendectomy.
Years later, my mothers dad, my grandpa Joe was in the hospital very ill at the age of 90. I visited him. He held me tight when it was time for me to leave and said goodbye. I slept in his bed at my mothers house. I was suddenly aware of long warm tunnel with a glowing soft light at the top. I was floating. As I floated up this tunnel, there were my nana and grandpa Joe. They had their arms outstretched and were telling me I could come with them if I wanted to. It was so comforting and lovely, the temptation to go so great. I thought for a few minutes as I approached them, but before I reached them I said, “No, I can't come now. Mother couldn't stand to lose us both at once, I have to go back”.
I was floating above my body. I could look around and see the whole room. I was near the ceiling. I slowly was reabsorbed into my body as though I was being breathed back in.
I awoke to my mothers sobbing as she came into the room and telling me that Grandpa Joe had passed away just a short time before during the wee hours of the morning.
A year later I once again was floating above my body and seemed to float into a deep fog. When it cleared I was sitting in a very rustic dance hall with Grandpa Joe sitting opposite me. A lovely waltz began and he took me by the hand and started to dance with me. He put his mouth close to my ear and whispered I have a special secret for you. We danced for a few minutes, then he said “The message is love” He then faded into a mist and I was back in my room and again seemed to be inhaled back into my body.
The strangest thing is that I was online a few days ago looking up information on archangel Michael when I found this. click on the link below to see and hear
I was looking up the info on Archangel Michael as a few months ago there was for sale a special necklace amulet that for some reason I could not resist getting. It is a gold and silver amulet representing the protection of my guardian angel, the Archangel St. Michael. This was a very unusual thing for me to do. This amulet is supposed to keep you safe. I wear it always now. Just at dusk on a rainy eve I was wearing sunglasses as they are supposed to cut the glare from oncoming headlights but for some reason the lighting was just so that they seemed to make things worse. I was stopped at a red light and removed the sunglasses. Noting there were no cars behind me, instead of proceeding when the light turned green I took a moment to put the glasses into their case in my handbag. I had the amulet in my sunglass case and touched it as I put the glasses away. Just at that moment, someone ran the light and had I proceeded as normal would have been hit hard and severely injured.
I have had dreams where I was pulled through very tiny spaces feeling immense excruciating pain, twice in attics where I was drawn into another time zone and saw very old settlements of a time well before my birth. Another time the pain was the same but I could not seem to get from a second floor to a third floor in an old house we had considered purchasing. My husband decided not to do so as it was very close to a river and he was afraid our young son would drown. I could feel a sadness and tragedy in that third floor room but it was closed off to me. All 3 times the pain as I returned was as great as that going. I have never understood these 3 events. I have also never been able to find out any information on what happened in those places
I have been to a house that was being gutted and restored where I could tell everything about what it was like a hundred years before. What flowers were in a garden and the location of that garden, the location of the old barn, no longer in existence. The colors of a tiny upstairs bedroom including curtains and bedcover. Where the pump was outside etc. Just so strange, the house had been in the same family for generations and I was told by a 79 year old member of that family that I was correct about everything.
Every time I travel to a new place I still am searching for a special house on the right side of the road as we are going up a hill curving to the left. I will know it when I see it but so far have not found it. I have no idea why I am searching for this house.
At this time this is all I can remember
Then there was “THE VISITOR”. This experience was on a long ago night on the 30th December 1968. I was wearing my mother in laws apron which was one of the things she left me when she passed on. The Christmas tree was lit with both large lights and with tiny ones that blinked off and on. I shall do copy of the scan of the pictures, poem and all the writing my daughter did at the time, as I was sitting in a trance in a chair in the living room. This was the most bizarre of all my experiences and it was shared with both my daughter and older son.
I have typed this, copying exactly, word for word from the original text written by my daughter Jessica Cenicola while I was in a trance and speaking through an apron that had belonged to my mother-in-law on the night of Dec. 30th and the morning of Dec.31st 1968 between 11pm and 3:10 am. It was printed in very small letters on small paper and after all these years the original is too brittle and faded to scan and copy. Where you see * check footnotes.
What comes from the inside of an apron? All the colors are of the apron. It shows where the trees are green and it is warm. There's olives and the wind is ripe. Jess, it's not in this country. The message has to come through us, through here. It's from her sister. The bus is in another country. The awnings are in another country. The trees are green and it's warm. What made me think it was Spain? I know it's not here. It's in a foreign country, Maybe it's Italy. I don't know what made me change my mind. The message has to come through Mary. It has to. Maybe the message is coming to us.
Where would there be soft green trees where it is green in December already? Spanish olives are green and they are soft.
It hurts to think. It doesn't come. Whatever it was it meant grotesque. It's the first time I didn't have a sensible reason. * I was afraid to let you. NO!.
It sings of the sentiments born of the breeze and birds sit on the branches.
The ceiling is low. The air is low. The nighttime is low. It's like you have to crawl. The sky is so heavy. The snow piles so high. There is no room between the sky and the snow.
The bus has something yellow like stripes around the windows. It was light. (The yellow). The yellow comes through the trees. It on the breeze. It comes over the seas and it is light.
The moon is frowning. It's a warning for moon children. That's silly. I'm not a moon child and he frowned at me.
(at this point I asked for a pencil, colored markers and some paper and wrote the following. It was not in my usual handwriting. Below will be a copy of both papers on which this was written plus the picture I made at that time.)
And she stayed the night in the graves of eternity and the wind was ripe.
I died a little bit each day and then they took my soul away and when they brought it back again I found I wasn't quite the same.
** Somebody's coming, we have to wait. They're bringing the message. I want everything shut. What do you think? The message will fall from the sky?
Do things happen just like that in one day? Then everything changes? Whatever it is on this one day , we can't do anything for one day. We have to withdraw from the world.
Those are the colors of life (on the Christmas tree). A strange force changes a whole life.I wish I knew what we are waiting for. You may think I'm crazy but I'm waiting for that black cat to come back.*** She's very important. She frowns. She's very deep. She didn't belong here. She had to come through. I wonder what she took with her because she has it now. She's the intermediary.
Those are the greens and yellows. The glass balls, one of each one. One left, the other right. One is the day, the other is the night. This is the last time we will use them. They will be broken. They won't work any more.****
Who had a baby boy today? I have no name to give a baby boy. I have only the name Annalisa. So write down the name Albert Lisel. That's the opposite of Annalisa.
4 lb 10 oz.
We'll know right after noon tomorrow. Then we'll understand what it all means.
At exactly 12 noon on the 31st Dec 1968 my sister in law Mary phoned to inform us that her uncle pat (My father in laws brother) had passed away at 3 am
*Jess asked if she could go to bed.
** Jess then jokingly asked me if we were having company.
*** We had a black cat we named Persephony who showed up one day a few weeks earlier, then just went away a few days before this incident. She came back on the next day and stayed for a few months before wandering off never to be seen again.
**** At exactly 3 am both the glass tree ornaments exploded. They were clear glass one with yellow stripes all around it, the other green stripes. Also the small lights that blinked off and on stopped blinking. Even with a new fuse they never would blink again.
I have no idea about who Annalisa and/or Albert Lisel could be. I have looked online for those names. I believe they were twins. Possibly these are Americanized names for babies born in Italy.
I still have vivid images in my mind about the street with the awnings and the green bus with the yellow trim. I can remember the pain in my chest as I crawled between the sky and the snow. I have no explanation for this experience but am glad to have had it whitnessed and written about.
Uncle Pat's name was Pasquali Cenicola. He and his family, My father in law Luigi and 3 sisters, their father and mother all came here from Italy about 1900.
MY BOND WITH UNCLE PAT
Even though we rarely saw each other, I had a special bond with uncle Pat. It was when my father in law was in the hospital, dying that bond occured. They had popa tied down in bed, both his arms bound to boards so he would not pull out the IV's. He was furious. All he wanted was to go home and sit one more time in his yard under the grape arbor with his pipe and a glass of his home made wine. I was just outside his room crying and insisting it was not fair since they knew he had only a very short time to live, why would they not honor his last request. Uncle Pat came out of the room and put his arms around me. I then looked deeply into the bluest eyes I had ever seen and told him my thoughts and that I would take care of him. Uncle Pat told me it was not my choice and I had to honor the decision of his family when they listened to the doctors who said there was no way we could get him home and care for him there. He patted me on the cheek and said. "Go home little one and get some rest, there is nothing more we can do here." I felt a flow of energy pass between us I could not explain. I did as he said and a few hours later I got the call that Papa had passed.
Nov.21st 2012 ,early morning just before dawn I felt Phil hold my hand and felt the warmth as his love joined mine with a bright light aura around our entwined hands in a very lucid dream just moments before waking up.