The X-File Chronicles with PJ

Has anyone ever had an experience seeing a ghost, or what seemed to be a paranormal visit?
If so, please share your experience on this page.

On one such incident, happened 15-years ago when we owned a acreage just south of Omaha, NE.
In 2001, we finished building a Victorian home on 5-acres, which sat on top of a hill that overlooked the Platte River. (See photo)
This particular area, was once home to the first mission church in Nebraska.

From my porch, I could look down the hill and see the remains to old foundation of the mission church.

(The site has been designated a landmark and a plaque now stands by the only part of the structure left standing -the stone chimney.) (see photos)

Often, I’d wonder-“Could possibly the church graveyard been located on the property where our home was built on top of the hill? “ 😗

The Event-
One morning, as I was marking breakfast in my kitchen, I noticed an immense amount of what seemed to be dust, form together to create a large mass over my kitchen table.
The table was located beside the kitchen counter and cabinets-which divided the two rooms.
(A person could stand in the kitchen and still see who was seated at the table. )
Just beyond the table was a large sliding glass door-which opened up to our backyard patio area. In the morning the sun would shine brightly through that window. (See photo)
(This is how I noticed the large amount of particles gathered above the wood table.)

I watched these dust particles gather, with perplexity!
It was as though the tiny particles came out of no where and they all merged together to from a shape of mist above the table.😳 (see photo)
Shocked, I called for my daughter who was in the other room. She heard me, and I told her to come quickly.
The swirling mist had now formed into a snake-like stream that was headed into the living room entrance.
Mortified, I stood watching it all go down.

Moments later, my 33-year-old daughter, Rachel entered the kitchen area and I told her what had happened.
The mist disappeared, but I told her what happened. I truly needed some kind of logical reason on-how and what- had caused this strange occurrence?

My had husband stated, “Maybe the vent shot out the dust all at once?” But, he had no logical explanation on how the dust came together to form a giant smoke-like mist over the table-which then streamed into the living room.

We never truly figured it out.

While we lived at the acreage, there were other strange occurrences-which I will talk about later on.

Please post any of your own true unexplained paranormal/ghost stories here, or call me and I’ll write them out per our conversation for you.

Here are some pics to depict what I saw that day.
We’ve moved out of that home now, but I still miss the forest and peaceful serenity found by living in the countryside. 💜🌺

Patsy Cline’s Miraculous Gift.

Patsy Cline: Tragedy, Turned To Glory
(From A Young Victim of In**st to a famous Vocalist from the 20th Century.
Virginia Patterson Hensley A. K. A. Patsy Cline; (1932-1963) whom I consider one of the most courageous woman to walk this planet, fought the good fight.
She climbed out of the pits of a Hellish poverty upbringing; survived s*x abuse from her father, and survived two terrible car crashes-to become a legendary country-western singer.
Not only was she famous, she was also a trailblazer for women…She never give up on her personal views, in a world where women should remain silent.
Her story-
Virginia Patterson Hensley, was born in September of 1932, in Wi******er, VA. A poverty-stricken young girl who would end up moving 19-times because her fathers inability to keep a job.
Her family had moved from town to town just to make ends meet. When she was 15-years old, in 1947, her father, Sam Hensley abandoned her; his wife Hilda, and 2-siblings, leaving Ginny (Patsy) to bring in the paycheck and care for her family.

She quit high-school at 16, and lied about her age hoping to be hired for whatever job came her way.
One such lowly job was working at the Elton Poultry Factory where she had to cut-up chicken and pluck their feathers, also to work as a counter girl at the local Greyhound bus station.
Patsy Cline, dream of becoming an iconic American singer, didn’t happen right away; it took years of hard work and travel in order to obtain that title.

In 1945, at the age of 13-while living a nightmarish life at home and coming down with a severely infected throat from Rheumatic Fever, would become a “blessing in disguise.”
It was an unexplained, miracle, Virginia (a.k.a Patsy and Ginny), needed to fulfill her career of entertaining via her vocal cords.

At the age of 21, she married her first husband Gerald Cline and had two children.
Later her husband, Gerald left her because she was always on the road-entertaining large crowds with her glorious singing voice.
——to be continued tomorrow.

Angels Are Everywhere when people believe in them—

(Another one of my true stories)
Angels Found, On Every Corner-

A few years ago, I owned a beautiful home on an acreage near Papillion, NE. It was a quiet place, but just a stone's throw from a small rural town, the kind of town where one could shop for everything they need within a few hours.
Before we moved to the countryside; my elderly parents had just moved from New Hampshire to Papillion NE, to be close to me and my family.

My Dad figured it was a practical decision to move, this way they had someone that would take care of them, should the moment come when they needed assistance.
When we moved 6-miles away, my parents were concerned —If Mom wanted to visit me, she would have to drive her car, or us-come to visit them.

It’s not that Mom couldn’t drive, but she was just diagnosed with “Macular Degeneration”-an eyesight affliction that gets worse with time.

Well, Mom got to the point where Dad wouldn’t let her drive.anymore. He wanted to avoid her getting in an accident. It had became difficult for her to judge road markings and avoid obstacles as the disease progressed.

It was in a rainy day in Spring, when we were invited to a relatives cabin-located not far from our acreage.
My parents was also were invited and she wanted to join me, but not Dad. He had been watching a favored football game that afternoon.

We decided to agree to meet on a country road not far from the gathering.
The decided area was located on a curve with a deep 20’ ravine on one side, with the roadway on the other side.

Dad drove Mom to meet me there. When I saw their car parked, I became nervous because it had been raining and the roads were now slippery.

I decided to turn my car around the corner and come up from the back of there car. Unfortunately, next I hit a slick area and my choice was to drive into the back of their car, or turn towards the ravine.

When I hit my brake, the car hit the mud and slide downward, and almost flipped into a creek. Miraculously, the car stopped and my car was now standing sideways in the ravine—any movement from my body would cause the car to flip upside down.
I was petrified! Shaking and scared, I didn’t know what to do, and my parents couldn’t come to me or they would fall into the muddy ravine.
Just as I was about to just give up, a friendly plump woman called to me and said, “Hold on dear, help has arrived.”
Not to long after seeing the lady bystander’s friendly face, a man came up to my car window and started to talk to me.
This man had a calm demeanor,but his voice was commanding. For some reason, I had complete trust in him. He called me by my name, and told me methodically how put the car in a particular gear, then unlock the door and step out of the car.
What!
Just step out sideways in the mud?

Yet, I trusted him and did as I was told.

The rescue instructions worked, but when I went to thank the friendly man; he was gone. No vehicle and no man. The plump lady holding an umbrella, had disappeared as well.
I asked my Dad and Mom when the man left and they said, What man?” I said the one who helped me. They both don’t remember seeing a man, but did remember seeing the cheerful lady with the umbrella leave.
My parents had no recollection of any man. I described him as looking to be in his 50’s, with dark hair and a groomed beard. They still stated they hadn’t seen anyone.
I wanted to thank the man, but as fast as I got out of my tipped car, then hug my parents, he had vanished.

I do believe he and the woman were angels. The woman had comforted me, and the gentle man, gave me specific instructions for which I never questioned.
Yes, there are “Guardian Angels” akwYs watching over us.