Last night was odd.. downright weird.. last full moon of the year and I had been having persistent pop up visions throughout the day..
There’s a shopping centre place at the bottom of the dual carriageway on the outskirts of Congleton, Cheshire.. off the roundabout on the main road by pass, turns out it’s the market towns business centre with recycling site.. I kept getting a mental image of this scenario playing clearly into my mind.. nothing spectacular happens.. seemed to be me just driving past, through that roundabout and glancing toward the non descript units over to my left so I must be heading uphill before turning right into the town by the filter lane up by the log jam traffic lights…. I’ve not been to Congleton nor on that road for at least seven years… No idea why I’m just seeing a vision of there now but it’s persistent for some reason.. and distracting?
Several times I experienced that. To no resolution.. scoured the media platforms and all that arose was a video someone had posted of a snowy walk in the grounds of Little Morton Hall.. a Tudor pile I’d visited once, maybe a decade ago..
Around midnight.. sat watching tv.. I noted a light whiff of lavender approaching me.. felt a presence in the room and mentioned the detection of that on my social media page.. all of a sudden I was “walked in” by something I assumed was a spirit.. and my stomach..my STOMACH mind you… didn’t gurgle but HAD A VOICE EMITTING FROM WITHIN IT… a muffled voice was sounding off in my stomach..
Now on ghost hunts when my stomach starts grumbling I always know spirits are in close proximity and people laugh when I say that.. but it’s been validated so many times.. I’m not totally barmy in my opinion.. {but I’ve never had a voice talking away in my intestinal gut before}.. I flipped a bit I must admit.. a Medium friend who was reading my fevered posts as they were fervently typed didn’t help when she thought that this situation was “not good” .. and I was still smelling mild lavender…
“Sybil” my Medium friend suggested.. “1938.. auburn haired, wears a green cardigan.” I couldn’t confirm.. even though I can sense them ‘walk in’ and they can churn my gastric juices I can never determine who or what they are/were! Then my right hip started hurting like hell and Medium friend was telling me to shake it off pronto.. so I did.. make my excuses and retire to bed.. I was spooked.. no idea where this spirit had floated in from.. (wasn’t my regular ghost).. but there were a feeling of eeriness and energy expression ‘slaps’ and ‘knocks’ occurring around me, that followed me into the bedroom as well.. my fault, should have drawn a boundary.. must admit was interested to see what would come through in sleep.. of which some really odd stuff did.. in a slightly disturbing manner again.. had some doolally nightmares most of the week..
So was it just a result of the full moon.. I had been walking past the local secret haunted garden earlier in the day.. that wild patch has promised some interest before now.. (caught a spooky glitch on camera for instance)..
” I went into our bedroom around 5 because I needed a nap !!!! (Old)
Weirdly we had a christmas spice candle on in the lounge… but I could smell lavender around your rock now under the portal (of her home…her house had also an occasional haunting, she had identified the portal)!!!!
then #paranormalColleague messaged me about the *strange rock* {a mystical lump of fascinating stone I found and we’ve been experimenting with} ..
Could that be the catalyst? We’ve shared odd synchronicity between our many miles separated properties before…
I’ve been going through the similar motions of yesterday’s preamble all day today but nothing out of the ‘strangely ordinary’ has reoccurred.. been a quiet day… there’s always another sleep awaiting.. would love to know what Congleton’s got to do with anything though….
STOP PRESS…. it’s 22:59 .. I’ve just heard something turn the handle to the back door.. a presence has just swept into the living room… and is hovering around me…..
Hubert Hobux 