A Grave Attraction

Hmmm…. The fascination of cemeteries, graves, headstones, gargoyles…. etc. etc…. To many, they are quite attracted to such places. Why? Well, to me (and yes, I am one of those who find these macabre locations to be rather intriguing.) there’s something serene about the atmosphere. I am at such peace when I am at a cemetery. Which, if one truly thinks about it, should be comforting to know that the dead are “resting in peace”. After all, I am an empath and can feel the deceased’s energy. 😉

Now that’s not to say that nefarious beings don’t lurk around in these places. All I’m saying is that I am never afraid while I’m in a cemetery. And then again, I’m always saying “no fear” when I publicly talk about the supernatural. Only because I faced my fears of the paranormal many years ago (from seeing shadow people to having a horrible Ouija Board experience), which is why I no longer am afraid. And I honestly believe that the main reason why I am not afraid of graveyards, is because that was actually the first location I had anything otherworldly happen to me. Previously, I wrote an article about it titled, “My First Paranormal Experience”. I was a very small child, and even though I was as young as I was, the experience was extremely comforting to me. I was so fascinated by it that it has always remained with me after all these years.

Getting back to the morbid curiosity of cemeteries. There is actually a name for this referred to as coimetromania. According to an online definition, it’s simply defined as “An abnormal attraction to and desire to visit cemeteries.” There are many, many people with this interest. And I’m sure that with each individual, their reasoning is just as unique as they are.

Just like those who love the final resting places of our beloved, there are many, many people who are terrified by cemeteries. Those who have this fear have coimetrophobia, which is referred to as “The abnormal and persistent fear of cemeteries.” Three years ago I wrote an article about this phobia titled, “A Grave Fear”. As much as I love graveyards, I personally do know some people who won’t even go near the places. And that in itself I find interesting… how people can be from one extreme to the other. Guess it’s all in part of how we as individuals can be as remarkable as we are!

I’m interested in how you feel about the topic? Are you intrigued by coimetromania or do you suffer from coimetrophobia? Or are you indifferent about it? I’d love to hear what you think!!

 

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A Positive Note

Just wanted to wish you all a fabulous weekend! Like many folks, I have to work, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t enjoy to the best of our ability, right? 🙂

February is almost here! January literally flew by it seems, wow! Mardi Gras season has arrived here on the beautiful Gulf Coast with lots of exciting events planned. So many people will be attending the festive parades and fancy masquerade balls. Love seeing the costumes and such, absolutely beautiful and extremely creative!

I have some exciting news as well!! In the very near future I’ll be the guest on three different shows. I’m really looking forward to it all! Hope you can tune in and join us! I’ll be posting updates via social media to keep everyone informed. Here are my links on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram….

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Again, everyone…. have a fabulous weekend!! Enjoy and be blessed!!

 

You are always loved!!! ❤

~ Sheila

 

 

 

 

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Teetering on the Parallels of Darkness & Light

“There should be no fear of darkness when the presence of light exists.”

~ Sheila Renee Parker ~

 

The battle between Light vs. Dark, Good vs. Evil is something that has plagued mankind throughout the millennia. Yin and Yang, Angels and Demons…. however one prefers to term it, each one of us faces what is right and what is wrong on a daily basis.

Does that mean that we “sin”? I believe that the interpretation of the word “sin” depends on the individual and their beliefs. Does that mean that I believe it’s okay for an individual to go out and cause havoc and harm if they believe that it’s okay? Definitely not! A rational mind should always know what is right from wrong. As I’ve said in a previous post titled, “Embrace the Dark, but live the Light”, I believe in “An it harm none, do what ye will.” 

So quick are people to place judgement upon others and call them “sinners” simply because of different morals and lifestyles. We are all different! Why is that so hard for so many to accept this simple fact? Often, when someone bravely decides to go on their own and not be a part of the “cookie cutter society” anymore, the person quickly becomes ostracized because they choose to embrace their individualism. Why is that? Does that mean that they’re bad people? Of course not! We are all unique!

 

There is good in everyone. However, some people do choose to embrace it more than others. Here is a verse from a book that I don’t necessarily follow, but I am extremely familiar with. It certainly speaks volumes. “He who is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.” John 8:7

Often times, there is a fine line between the Dark and the Light that we may delicately find ourselves teetering on. And it’s okay to be aware of this. We just have to maintain the strength to always do what is right. Have faith and accept that there can be a beautiful balance between the two. So many times we beat ourselves up for faltering, and we shouldn’t do this. We are our own worst critics. This is something I’m far too familiar with, never giving myself enough credit, all in fear of exhibiting ego. But then again, many of us are guilty of this…. not giving ourselves enough credit where credit is due.

So, with all that being said… and that was a mouthful! LOL

“Live the Light, love the Dark and embrace everything in between.”

Keep the faith! And always remember…. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!

 

Love & Light ~ Sheila 🙂

 

 

 

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“The Change”

“POW!”

The loud sound of gunfire exploded just feet away from my head causing my eyes to pop wide open. Panic stricken, I immediately jumped to my feet.

“Ma’am, are you ok?” The rifle toting man frantically asked.

“Huh? What?!” I spat the words out as my heart raced with fear. “What the hell’s goin’ on?”

“You were being attacked.” He continued while oddly looking my body over as if he was checking for something.

I shrugged him off with a harsh, scowled expression. “Get off me!”

“Hey, I was only tryin’ to help!” He abruptly growled back.

“Huh?” The confusion was still running rampant through my brain, but then a brief second of clarity began to occur. The night was pitch black, so black that even the moonlight couldn’t be seen through the thick cover of trees. I honestly couldn’t even see me waving my own hand in front of my eyes.

Then suddenly, my estranged hero started snapping his fingers in a rude attempt to get my attention. “Hey!” He exclaimed.

“What?” I shouted back.

“Look around you!” He yelled while shining his flashlight throughout the woods like a deranged lunatic.

“What the hell are you…….” My voice trailed off with a weakened tone as I started to see what he was referring to.

In my stunned state I had become paralyzed with fear. For what I had seen before me, in the flashed glimpses of his light, was the vanishing of ravenous creatures scurrying away. Their bellowed groans diminished into the air along with the foul stench that wreaked of rotting flesh from their bones.

I freaked, “What are those??!!”

“Calm down.” The hunter said.

“How can you tell me to calm down?” The tears welled my eyes and rushed down my cheeks like a busted dam had given way.

“Take a breath. Are you all right?” He added.

“I dunno, I guess so.” I began to feel my body, checking to make sure that everything was still intact. However, I did feel some soreness, maybe bruising in my lower back on the right side, but I wasn’t about to tell him about it. There was absolutely no way I was going to let some creeper lift up my shirt, even if it was to help me. His rough, unkempt appearance made me feel uncomfortable enough as it was. So, I casually lowered the bottom of my shirt and pretended that everything was ok.

“What’s a girl like you doing out here?” He asked, twitching around towards every little sound amongst the trees. His trigger happy self was armed and ready to fire again.

With a shameful tone I answered, “I’m homeless.”

“Homeless?” His annoying questions continued as he finally took notice of my make-shift campsite not far behind me.

“Yeah, had it out with my folks. Haven’t seen them in months. I guess with all the sleepless nights I’ve been having, that I finally passed out hard enough and didn’t even realize I was being attacked. Or maybe it was the drunk induced coma…. who knows? Or better yet…. who cares?” I spewed the words out with pure sarcasm. The harsh taste of last night’s whiskey still lingered on my lips.

“Ya know, you’re pretty nosy for an old man.” I snapped.

“Whatever, I gotcha. None of my business.” He backed off with his hands waving in the air.

Then, it was my turn to quiz him like he did me. “What’s your story? Why ya out here in the middle of the night carrying around a gun? Who goes huntin’ this late?”

“I’m a hunter.” He boastfully replied.

“Well, duh… I can see that.” I scoffed.

“Uh huh…..” He paused, looking around, guarded as if waiting for those vile creatures to return. “Those damned things. Whatever the hell they are. I hunt them.”

“Zombies?” The word blurted from my lips before I had a chance to even rationally think about what I was about to say. Suddenly, I felt a wave of embarrassment sweep over me because I knew that mentioning anything so bizarre was completely and totally insane.

“Yeah, something’ like that.” He quickly answered, still looking around, paranoid with every twitching sound. His trigger happy finger on his gun continued to be ready and waiting upon command.

“Wait! No way!! Zombies don’t exist.” I joked, but then was quickly reminded of the sharp pain in my back as it throbbed like that of a nagging toothache. And then, a disturbing thought popped into my head. One so horrifying that I wouldn’t dare speak about it to the hunter. The nightmarish possibility that what if when I was being attacked, I was actually bitten by one of those gruesome things? It was at that moment that I discovered the intensity of the wound on my back. As discreet as I was trying to be, the hunter took notice of my sudden behavior.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He glared.

“Nah, I’m good. Just an itch.” Quickly I brushed it off.

“Uh huh… don’t be such a lady and let me take a look then.” The old man stepped towards me, shining his flashlight at my waistline.

“I sure as hell ain’t no lady, and I swear if you take one step closer, I’m gonna take you out at the knee. Trust me, old man, I know how to take care of myself.” Moving three to four steps back, I stiffened up, ready for my defense.

“Ok, whatever. I don’t give a damn anyway.” He said as he backed away. And as he stepped back, a stick snapped under his foot. Somehow he lost his balance and fell to the ground. When he did, he caught himself, but while landing he scraped his hand, exposing the raw flesh just beneath the skin’s surface.

“Son of a…..” He mumbled.

Then, all of a sudden, I caught the sweet scent of something. It was something I had never smelled before, something sweet like nectar. I raised my head, sniffing the air around me trying to catch wind of it again. But the higher my nose got, the more faint the desirable smell became. Confused, I began to look around for its origin. My mood was changing and the feeling of emptiness started to take over in my stomach. Hunger was beginning to consume me at an exceedingly rapid pace. My stomach growled with a pain that was so intense that it needed immediate satisfaction. It was growling extremely uncontrollably and the need of fulfillment was urgent. My senses were sharpening, my vision and hearing, and my movements twitched. Something was happening, something terrifying!

“Hey, you all right?” The fallen hunter asked. He looked up at me with a puzzled look on his face, well aware of my odd behavior.

“Yeah, I feel just fine.” A malicious grin slowly formed across my face. As I spoke those words, I began to feel a nefarious sense engulf me. It permeated from the spot on my back and grew stronger as it coursed through my veins. Was it happening? Did those creatures pierce my skin with their razor-like teeth? I felt as if I was changing into one of them. The sense of being predator was exhilarating and the sudden urge to hunt was dire. I needed to feed.

And that was when it hit me. I looked down at the injured man on the ground. His scraped hand was bleeding….. ahhhh…. the sweet smell of nectar!

Our eyes locked and we both knew of the imminent danger that he was in. Obviously, his mounted years of being an experienced hunter paid off because he knew with whom he was dealing. The fierce change had been rapid for me. I had just been born into this ravenous world where rage devoured my soul and hunger had taken over. My nostrils flared and my heart raced, pulsating with every beat. I was ready to pounce him and tear him flesh from bone.

“Now, Miss…. ya ain’t gotta do this….” The rough man pleaded. He tried scurrying back while reaching for the long handled blade that was tucked away in his boot, but wasn’t quick enough for my unbridled advance.

In an instant, I was straddling on top of him, pinning his arms down with my legs. He struggled as hard as he could, even spat in my face and called me some “not so kind” names, but he still couldn’t break free. I suppose that with this new change of mine, came an insurmountable strength that I would have to get use to. Whatever it was, I liked it!

“Now, now, now…. I thought you were big, bad and tough.” I playfully teased, leaning in just inches from his face, so close that our breath intertwined. Anger filled his eyes as he gritted his teeth. Tension thickened between us as the heavy moment in time felt like an eternity. I was waiting for the right moment, almost like toying with my prey. It felt so good, almost orgasmic. Then, without warning, the bastard head butted me, busting my nose. The blood automatically started to flow down into my mouth.

“Mmmmm……” I licked it from my top lip. Tasting my own nectar caused the rage to intensify as it surged throughout my entire body. I reared back and bellowed out a wicked howl, then glared into the frightened eyes of my weakened victim. Terror covered him like a fear filled blanket. His lips trembled and his eyes welled while he cried out, “NOOOO!!!!”

I quickly lunged into him with razor-sharp teeth, piercing the warm, soft flesh of his neck like a hot knife cutting into butter. His blood flowed so sweetly into my mouth like the finest glass of merlot. From there, I began to nibble, then taking full bites to satisfy my insatiable hunger. I could feel his dying body convulse between my legs as I devoured him down to the last fiber of his being.

Finally, the hunter had become the hunted…..

 

 

 

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Interview with Adventurer, Jax Menez Atwell

Today I’m welcoming adventurer, Jax Menez Atwell. Previously he shared with us what it was like to be the star of The History Channel’s television series, Missing In Alaska. And now he’s back to tell us about his exciting new show, Journey With Jax! Thank you, Jax for stopping by!

 

 

 

Can you tell us a little about yourself?

I like to describe myself, not by what I do or what I have done but what I am. I am a God fearing adventure lover who gets to be one of the fortunate people in this life that gets to make a living loving what he does! As an investigator, I’m right where I want to be.

 

 

In your previous interview you shared with us your experiences as an investigator on The History Channel’s television series, “Missing In Alaska”. Now you have an exciting new project that’s well underway. Tell us about “Journey With Jax”.

We didn’t struggle long in coming up with name for our new TV project. One thing that I have loved by my followers and friends is the ability to share so much of the world we live in for people who can’t do the things I can do. So, the “Journey” isn’t just mine it is all of us taking on an adventure together. JWJ is an investigative adventure show. We will look at abandoned places, adventures, lost stories, cold cases, and missing people but always coming from an investigative angle!

 

 

What’s the inspiration behind your new show?

To be honest the Journey I intend for JWJ is because I see a world that is truly becoming locked in one direction. A direction of “if it doesn’t exist on google” or “the internet can’t find an answer” then it doesn’t exist. I see our children, teens, and young adults locked into a world no bigger than their phones or tablets.

Our great older generations didn’t operate like that. They tell stories but nobody is listening. Cold cases are forever frozen. The missing stay missing. The abandoned walls of buildings have no champion as they are torn down. I can go on and on but if we don’t find a way to capture these things through investigative efforts they will be lost forever. I intend on doing my part to preserve as much and solve as much as possibly can!

 

 

What kind of locations do you visit throughout your travels for the show?

Every single location we go to for JWJ will be unique. They will originate from a case, the adventure to get to them and work on them will provide the back drop.

 

 

Do you have a favorite location so far?

You know there are so many places that I love, but too be honest I just love discovering new things and seeing things that very few, if any people get to see. So, I honestly don’t care where I am. If I can humanly get there I want to be there.

 

 

When and where will fans be able to tune in to “Journey With Jax”?

We are in a spot with JWJ in this changing digital world that we haven’t wanted to hamstring ourselves until we get really moving. The first investigation we will be working on is filming shortly and moves right into the second in a vastly different location. With all the interest we have been having, we’ve decided to do what we do with JWJ to the best of our abilities. We will know the answer soon, but at this time it could be on a network TV or go full blown digital so we can maintain the best control of it. Regardless, filming is commencing!

 

 

Where can fans follow you and your updates?

Journey with Jax can be followed in two spots: JourneywithJax.com and Facebook.com/journeywithjaxtv (also extra content and personal video blogs on youtube.com/journeywithjax)

I can be followed on social media:
IG: jax_menez_atwell
Twitter: @jaxmenezatwell
Facebook.com/jaxmenezatwell

 

What else is in store for Jax Menez Atwell?

I so wish I could answer this question fully, but I am working on a huge project for an international social issue. It is a long way from where I can comment, but if God allows its completion, I hope it really opens some eyes!

I have a main role in a short film called, “The Survivors” premiering in film festivals starting in January. It was one of the most fulfilling films I’ve had the pleasure to work on and I hope the world gets a glimpse of what I feel is an incredible up and coming director.

 

 

Any positive words of wisdom you’d care to share?

Live each day like it’s your last and don’t ever believe you are the master of your life. You are a caretaker to what you have been given, so be a diligent steward to simple doors that God and life open or close for you. The only thing you can control is how hard you work, how much effort you put into things, and how much you allow the negative forces affect you. I know so many amazing people that do so much with so little and so many with so much that don’t come close.

 

 

 

 

Poltergeist: The “Noisy Ghost”

 

 

It’s been quite a while, but in the past I discussed two different types of hauntings known as intelligent and residual hauntings. An intelligent haunting is that of a spirit interaction with a conscious energy, whereas a residual haunting is energy that has been “recorded” from the past.

Ok, so what’s a poltergeist you ask? Well, the word “poltergeist” is German and loosely translates to meaning “noisy ghost”. I suppose you could say it’s similar to that of an intelligent haunting because it does interact with the living whereas a residual haunting is composed of “left-over” energy that’s a repetitive playback of itself. Poltergeist activity is quite often thought to be the work of malicious spirits wanting to wreak havoc upon the living. Many people have reported crazy things happening, like personal items being misplaced without plausible reason. Example: Wrist watches being left on a nightstand before falling deep into slumber only to awake to them being mysteriously relocated to another part of the house or lights flickering, television sets turning on by themselves, doors opening and closing, etc. etc. On a more frightening note, poltergeists have been known to be more physical in nature, inflicting pain like hair being pulled, poking or jabbing and even scratching people. The list of poltergeist activity can be very extensive and seem almost “made-up”, but accounts like these and many others date back centuries, coming from stories of old. They are not to be taken lightly and can be quite detrimental for anyone involved. People of all religions and spiritual paths have experienced such encounters.

A common belief claims that poltergeists are demons or “evil ghosts” that possibly are here to torment the living. An alternate belief claims that the origin of poltergeists actually derives from the individual experiencing it. For instance, a severely depressed person who harbors a lot of pinned up pain and frustration. Unfortunately, the saddened individual can often get so wrapped up in their own depression, that whatever negative energies they have can unconsciously project outward, out of the person’s psyche and body and manifest into something malevolent, thus taking on it’s own consciousness. And by this happening, this newly formed entity can form what is known as a spirit attachment to the living individual who is being haunted.

Parapsychologists believe that poltergeist activity can be explained by a phenomenon known as psychokinesis which is an alleged psychic ability that allows an individual to influence a physical system without physical interaction. However, there is no proven evidence that validates the existence of psychokinesis.

 

 

 

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