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I'm 30 years old, married to an IT Guy and a stay-at-home-mom to two spectacularly gorgeous children. While we attend Mass on Sunday mornings, I spend the entirety of the Eucharistic Prayer focused on making sure the baby uses her crayons on the bulletin, not the pew

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Snake. I would totally think snake. I would treat it in a very Santa Clausy way in neither confirm nor deny its existence to the child, but snake. For I am old and superstitious and have had to spend large quantities of time in the stacks of an ancient library where STUFF HAPPENED.

Also, I'm reading "The Little Stranger" so that might somewhat influence my snake verdict.


Here's what I think: could be a small child's overactive imagine. On the other hand, could be demons. My guess is that it's some combination of the two.

I took a spirituality class in college where we studied a book written by the chief exorcist at the Vatican (my teacher did not even make us read it, just taught some lessons based on it, because he said it was terrifying). It really opened my eyes to the realities of spiritual warfare on earth. We happily believe in guardian angels, after all - the demons are the other half of the truth about supernatural activity that surrounds us. It's scary, but also - our professor was careful to emphasize - not scary, because Christ has already conquered Satan and all his minions. We simply have to invoke his power against them.

(I just reread that paragraph and realized that it will sound totally crazy to a lot of people. Yikes. But I firmly believe it and believe it's worth talking about - the demons' strongest weapon is our insistence on denying their existence.)

I wish I could write more now, because I'd rather not link to my own blog (that's such a jerky move, right?) but I want to include this - the story of how prayer, and specifically prayer against the demons, helped conquer Camilla's nighttime fear. I recently looked back at this piece and realized that in the long term this approach has made a dramatic difference in our lives. Try it and see if it helps, maybe? I describe it in this piece:



Oh my. I am SO totally into the paranormal - and like you, I feel a bit like a freak for it, but I think A LOT of people are. It's fascinating and of course what happens to us after we die is an age old mystery and I think it's pretty natural to be fascinated by it.

I think that the snake thing would make me think overactive imagination, but that's just me. However, when my babies or my dog start talking/barking into a corner I freak out and totally believe that there is something there.

Also, I would love if you did a post on your ghost stories. I have some good ones and would love to share!

Salome Ellen

When our kids were little, we had a stock response to the scary things they "saw?" -- "Things I'm scared of, GO AWAY, in Jesus name, Amen." That pretty much covered all the possibilities...
(And we did have a friend whose daughter was scared of "the dark outside the window." Which would be normal at night, but the dad looked out and HE saw the dark whatever-it-was. And he was not overly imaginative at ALL.)


OK, this isn't really on topic, but did I ever mention I worked at the Pentagon for a little over two years in an office that had to be rebuilt cause of the unfortunate plane incident?
The bathrooms, which were on the third floor and exactly where the plane when in, were clearly haunted. I also went with it. Made friends with the ghosts who lived there, talked to them, in a friendly greeting sort of way. I wasn't scared of them. But is was so clear to me that that's what it was. So so many people died, not just in that place, but in that spot. Anyway.
Night terrors. No fun. Also watch out for later sleep disorders. It's apparently a sticking between phases of sleep. You get stuck in non-REM and your mind has to force you out of it. Or at least I read that somewhere. Or the other way around. Anyway, lots of things online to read about it. I have them. They suck. Mine are spiders. Always the same type scenario, a spider of varying size "getting" me in the place and at the time where I actually am. Sucks. Terrifying. Sorry for the kiddo who is having this.


Also, it might be clear, I am totally open about this and I def get the feeling that some peeps thinks I am crazy. W/ev.

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