frozen state

hi everyone,

we are dealing with a collapsed well and hauling water till the well fellows can come in september.  then to add to the fun the engine on my vehicle blew so i have to address that.  fun month all the way around lol.

so time is rather taken up with other things presently.  thook finds a bit of time to post...we do never forget you all.  he reads almost every day.  i am scouring the rumor mill coming up with all sorts of OMG.

anyway, a friend on another forum wrote me privately, thinking she might be able to discuss a certain matter with me...as she has met with so much disbelief that she shys away from talking about it...

i will post some of her communication...

I moved into this large house on Pine Street, Hamburg, NY in the early-mid 70’s. It was a 2 story, upper/ lower flat home.  Two wonderful friends of mine (brothers) lived upstairs and the owners of the property lived downstairs. I was between apartments and the guys upstairs offered to let me stay there until the downstairs apt. was available – about one month. Both of them worked nights and the younger one gave me his room & he set up a small private area in one corner of the large living room for himself – a very sweet gesture.  I don’t mean to bore you with details but feel it is important to get the “big picture” .

Things seemed strange almost immediately. They had 3 dogs and Mr. Smith (a real cutie) would sit beside me on the couch and growl and lunge at the center of the room, then shrink back as if being slapped at. The other 2 would pace with uneasiness. At these times I would call my girlfriend (who was going to be my roomie in the lower apartment) and she would come pick me up, as I waited on the outside porch for her arrival.

I came home from work one day and there were many cars around the house. Oh no…… Dave’s bed had blood all over it, and the 3 dogs had been locked in the closet, unharmed. My future roomie knew a spiritual medium and had called her over. Quite traumatic….. The medium did what she could and we all slept a bit uneasy……….

One day Dave was in his room and suddenly came out and slapped his visiting estranged wife.
There was much confusion, and he accused her of choking him as he stood in his room. However, she was never out of our sight as the rest of us visited in the living room.

There was a time that the guys were up in the attic and came down quite shaken – I never got the full story there but apparently some very strange noise frightened them…..

Then the time that Dave was sitting on the couch and a flower vase flew across the room and slammed into the wall, a few inches away from his head. Not to mention lighting on and off, and even the stereo once.

Because they worked nights and I was a tad uneasy, I always tried to be asleep before they left and usually slept on the couch, rather than the bedroom that had so generously been given to me. I slept in my clothes so I wouldn’t be exposed should one of them come home early…..  The alarm was on the tv, across the room. I had gone to sleep the previous night about 10 pm, on the couch. The alarm rang, I got up and walked across the room, feeling a strange sensation in my right leg, a few inches above the inside ankle bone. I went back to the couch, rolled up the leg of my jeans, and there it was – a nasty burn! It had already blistered into a huge bubble……. What the hell…….  I was totally shocked, could not imagine…… Short of walking into the kitchen and placing my leg on the stove…… Even then, it would not make a circle! It got infected in a very short time and I was forced to go to the Dr. – in February. I explained that I had gone on a motorcycle ride (yeah, in Feb and in NY) and accidentally touched my leg against the exhaust pipe, to which he replied, and I quote, “I have never seen a motorcycle burn that deep” , as if I had held my leg there enjoying the pain or something, or, gee, maybe he didn’t believe me…..  Ah yes, why didn’t I wake as this was happening? Should have been painful, I would think….. Anyway, I still sport the scar, slightly larger than a quarter.

Moving day finally came and I was very hopeful that things in the lower flat would be different. Well, duh, we moved in and went into the basement where the clothes dryer was. There was the circle and star which we immediately scrubbed off…. Oh, BTW, the home was once an “old folks home”  as they said. I don’t know if it was a nursing home or a retirement center but the word is that one man hung himself there…….

So, now Cindy and I are downstairs, very hopeful. Things started disappearing and reappearing in different places. Okay, no biggie, we can handle that.

I was asleep one night and awoke, “frozen”  is the only way I know to describe it. I could not move, all I could do was think. This had happened numerous times and I would immediately pray and it would slowly pass. This time was different. My eyes were open, I was praying, and there was a man dressed in denim, shoulder length hair, holding a chair over my head as if he were about to crash it down onto me. I remember it vividly. When I could move and the figure was gone, I ran out onto the porch where my roomie and her boyfriend were sitting. I spent the rest of that night in Cindy’s bed with her. Poor BF had to sleep on the couch – lol.

(The “frozen”  states had started shortly after I saw The Exorcist and was living in a different apartment, before moving to Pine Street. I guess the movie opened my mind to the “other side” . I could not watch TV for weeks without seeing that girl’s eyes in everyone…… )

Shortly thereafter, we received a call from a student at the State University of Buffalo. Cindy had answered the phone and told him to hold on, that I needed to be involved with the conversation. I picked up the extension and he explained that he and his team would like to come into the house with infrared equipment and film, while she and I went about our daily routine. I asked if he could guarantee that spirit(s) wouldn’t get active again (it had been fairly quiet for a short while) and he said no, he couldn’t guarantee that, and was I the one that had been burned? I said Yes, I was the one that had been burned and without that guarantee we would have to say no. I still don’t know how he learned of the burning, or the house for that matter………

I’m sorry this is so long – I think of it rarely and when I do, I think of all the scenarios and all the fear and all the pain and all the unknown…. just went and fixed myself a drink – ha – it’s 5 pm somewhere!  BTW, my last frozen state was about 2 weeks ago.

Yes, I believe. My Mother paid me a visit about 2 weeks after her death and I long for her to visit again……. 

Back then, I visited my parents who were living in GA at the time and told them the story. I don’t think they believed. However, a few days later my Father awoke to see a figure standing at the end of their bed. They told me and I replied that possibly the spirit followed me? Ha – it was amusing, but I never forgot and I don’t know that they did either………

I hear mediums these days state that spirits never harm the living – I absolutely disagree and have thought of contacting that well known female medium (whose name I cannot think of) and telling her so!  Eh……

and then her reply to my questions...

Somehow I expected you to ask if it is a perfect circle...... It is not a perfect circle, but is damn close.It is ever so slightly oblong - only because the top of the circle (farthest from the ankle bone) is not perfect, but outstretched a bit.....

This does not make me uncomfortable. Please, any info is appreciated!

How could the spiritual and the alien world so closely resemble one another? Does the spiritual world subject one to the alien.....  Talk about  questions! ha

I lived in the house,  if memory serves me correctly, until the one year lease was up and then a couple months longer. Sooo, let's say 1 1/2 years between upstairs and downstairs. Yeah, I know, why did I stay???????  From there, I moved into another apartment that never seemed to be inhabited by spirits, but the "frozen" state  has never, ever completely ceased. It is rare now, and I was  quite surprised when it happened a couple weeks ago. First time in quite a while.... Like I said, praying  takes away the fear and renders the "frozen" state useless. How could that be alien, as opposed to spiritual? What do you make of the man with the chair?

I appreciate you listening to my story and not thinking me totally insane. Somehow, when you posted that link, I thought I could approach you with this. I don't approach/tell many. The reaction is not usually one I appreciate. Oh, they try to hide their disbelief, but it is obvious to me. Sometimes, when it comes to mind, I truly need to talk about it........

Now, why me? Why not my roomie? LOL - No, I don't wish this on her, just curious.....

i am trying to find information on the frozen state.  i would search the archives myself if i did not have lots of water to haul, lots of phone calls to find an engine etc...

can anyone please share some insight on her experience?  i have never had the frozen state...hum...maybe once, no twice...but had never connected it till this moment with abduction...omg...ha!  still, i am not versed in it enough to give her the intelligent answer that i want her to have.