As you can see I’m taking a much needed break from blogging tips, seo and other tech oriented articles for a bit to show my many faces in writing. I love writing and I am still working on two books which I hope will be good enough to get me a book deal! My advice to all is never quit blogging, just change your attitude and experiment with new content!My good friend Christy from Christy’s Coffee Break tagged me last week to write a post for her Freaky Friday’s project! Click the link in the previous sentence for the rules. I have a lot of readers that don’t do memes. These memes helped take my technorati authority from 0-500 in 3 months! Are you afraid a meme will make you look unprofessional? I beg to differ.

Christy is one of the MOST PROFESSIONAL writers in the entire blogosphere and too bad for you if you don’t do them (she does them so ha ha)! I’ll stick with my good buddies thank you! Be sure to also check out her new blog, Totally Fabulous which is for the ladies. It’s also cool for the guys too! Christy Rocks!!!!!!!!!!

I love horror and the supernatural, so I will share with you my experience in this. This episode of Freaky Friday (It’s actually Saturday) happened three months before I turned three years of age.

Incident On Custer Hill: Fort Riley, Kansas

At the age of two I lived with my parents (only because they made me) on a military base, in Fort Riley, Kansas. This is the location of Custer’s Hill (of the famous battle, the last stand of General Custer where many people died). We lived on this base as my father was in the U.S. Army. I remember being two years of age very clearly. I remember being born! Who could forget that 1st cool breeze on a wet bald head?

We lived in a haunted apartment which I know is truly haunted. My father didn’t believe in anything but fighting and surely didn’t believe in ghosts. Many times during dinner, socks and other small clothing items would drop onto the the dinner table and there was no one else in the room but myself, mom and dad.

My dad’s super shiny military shoes would be filled with mud every morning and I of course didn’t do it. My dad was the lightest sleeper and always slept with one eye open while my mother slept deeply and snored all night; very creepy indeed (the snoring and the mud).

As a kid, I remember that when I had my eyes closed about to sleep, I saw lights and an ocean of kaleidoscopic colours rain down all around me. To this day, when I close my eyes, I see things. I don’t see the showers of colour anymore. I see a well defined ball of deeply rich indigo light which hovers before me.

I learned in my twenties that this indigo colour relates to crown, pineal gland and nervous system. It is the most sensitive and wisest of colors. This is the intuitive color in the aura, and reveals psychic power of attunement with self. It is of intuitive, visionary, futuristic, idealistic, artistic, and magical meaning. This is all based on the art of Yoga which I have practiced for over 30 years.

I saw the ghosts of pretty ladies dancing in the mirror when in my bedroom. I remember what they looked like. They smiled at me and when they whispered, I could feel hot breath on my neck and ears. They called me Bobby.

One Friday afternoon, my mother stepped out for 5 minutes to get clothes from the laundry room next door. When she left, she locked the door to protect me for the short few minutes she was gone. We lived on the 2nd floor in this building.

When she came back she saw something that changed my bond with my great mom forever. I had a little red wagon I played with that was made of wood and steel (a real kid’s wagon from the old days). Somehow, I was outside the apartment door.

She saw me hanging over the interior stairwell with the rope on the the wagon handle tied miraculously into an actual noose around my neck. My head hung outside the ledge and the wagon (which was far too heavy for me to lift) had been thrown over the guard rail and hung with all it’s weight on my throat. The door was a key-lock from both sides.

She saved my life. She said my face was dark blue and I was seconds from death. She asked me what happened. I told her it was the pretty ladies from my mirror who did it. To this day I do not remember being strangled but my mother said I was so so scared I shivered for three days. She said my body trembled in spasms from the incident. No matter how hard I try, I can’t remember it. I guess I was so traumatized that I have a memory block. (yes I could talk very well at two years of age).

Check out Christy’s new Freaky post:
Freaky Friday – A Ghostly Encounter Turned Me Into A Ghostbuster

Check out Dawn from Antibarbie.net’s
The Deranged Man�s Ditty

I am tagging a few people only because I can’t wait for their posts! You don’t have to tag anyone but please link to this post and Christy’s Coffee Break!

Spiff The Spaceman

Inside Candy

Into the Inkpot

Seiche

Lost In Technology

(Hi Brent! I know you have a tech blog, but please share with us something freaky that happened to you!)

For those of you not familiar with Lost In Technology, it a very good tech blog with a heavy linux influence. The author Brent, is young and very talented. Do yourself a favor and go check it out! I like to help young bloggers with real talent!

I just read my friend Seiche’s post Things That Go Bump in the Night

This is a great story and is my favourite so far. GO READ IT! You will love it (at least I did)

Brent from Lost in Technology participated and wrote a great story about himself and his life. It is entitled, “The Death of a Loved One“. It’s quite a heartwarming post. Please check it out!

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