The first color television came to our house when I was a small child. It brought a pop, pow and wow of batman. I remember feeling we were the luckiest family on earth.
I don’t have many big television memories because we didn’t watch it 24/7 back in the day. Maybe once a week my family would watch a TV program.
Of course back in the olden times cable, satellite and DVD’s, remote controls bringing dish on demand of a thousand channels didn’t exist.
I remember having dinner every night at the table as a family. My mom was a stay at home mother; she had the house clean, dinner on the table when dad came home. She really did wear an apron. I wouldn’t call her June Cleaver but she was a great mother.
Sometimes we would listen to records. My parents loved Elvis and we would occasionally go to the drive-in to see his latest movie. That was an outdoor theater with this thing you attached to your car that had a speaker on it. We would load up in the car, pop up popcorn and throw in some drinks. Back in those days, they had family nights where everyone in the car could get in for one price. Because we were a family of modest means, we could rarely afford the expensive candy, and pop corn at the counter.
Somehow these memories seem so innocent and beautiful. I guess most people would consider us poor, but I think we were rich in every way.- My dad always had work and we always had a clean home and food. My parents were a bit -gypsy in their behavior and we moved around often. It always -seemed a new adventure, just something we did.
I think it taught me to adapt, improvise make friends and made me somewhat of an adventurous. I was never shy, withdrawn or anti social. Just curious and a very brave young child..
Below the big outdoor screen there was a playground with swings and spin rides we could play on. Once in awhile a horror movie would play on the screen (generally because it was a double feature.) Often times we would have to wade through the first grade B feature to get to the main event we drove into town for. I guess it was- then I learned my mind couldn’t handle gore, violence. I would have terrible nightmares if I watched any of it. Comparatively the gore and violence was minimum back in those days. If my parents thought any screen scene=at the movies implied sex, or was gore- they would make us kids duck. There was rarely- if ever profanity, nudity or terrible violence, as we see today. But --we weren’t allowed to look at it when= any whatever questionable material was shown. Especially me, “Terri, duck now” my mom would say.
My mother figured out immediately the correlation of how I would have scary monster and horrible nightmarish dreams if I saw it. And of course there were always those visions of angles and demons I would see, and report.
I remember being a tiny child watching in black & white the funeral of JFK.
While I was a very young child, practically a baby I cried as I watched it. Somehow- I knew something
terrible had happened. And I still can recall that same emotion today.
I vaguely remember most television now because my dad was the Lord of the television and he mostly watched big sporting events. The box didn’t play during the day, the dishes had to be done and all chores completed before anyone would turn on the box.
I remember loving boxing and watching Muhammad Ali. That was back in the day main boxing events were free on television. I am certain between Edgar Allen Poe and Ali my love for rhyming words came. They would have commercials for the up coming bouts and Ali rhymed how he was going to knock his next opponent out. Those were the days my friends. And I wish they didn’t end, for my children and yours. As a family we would sing and dance, we would play games. Do the twist and play the twister game. Christmas meant three gifts at best and we felt happy and blessed to have those. A home, food and a family who loved each other, whom shared every holiday and occasion is thanksgiving..
I think every generation as they age look back on simpler times but for us, people in my generation really do remember times that were better. My children have often commented how they wish they lived in “those days.” We had work and I can never remember seeing homeless people rambling on the streets. We had factories everywhere, because we actually -made things in the good ole USA. And if a person wanted to work they could find a job that paid a fair living wage and benefits. - Now when I drive over the viaduct in the city I grew up around that once was prosperous and filled with opportunity. I see homeless people; dirty walking with terrible frowns, carrying shopping carts or plastic bags filled with cans.
To cash in any hunk of junk for a few quarters to eat. It makes my heart sink and brings tears to my eyes every time I see it, I long for the times when things were good, clean and wholesome.
I remember in school they carted in a television to show us man walking on the moon.
It was coolest day and mostly we were all thrilled because we managed to get out of classes that day. Now when I feel the earth move under my feet,
its not a Carol King song its an earthquake in an area, we never had any- I felt or thought I ever would. Or I am reading about it, for example ten thousand or more killed today in the news in China. Its May 13th, 2008. I always date and time things when I write thinking someday the future will want to know what time it was, when I wrote this.
And I have high hopes we will as humans survive all the apocalyptic visions I have seen?
I use to go hunting with my dad. Since I am the oldest sibling and my brother wasn’t born until I was ten- I was somewhat of the tomboy that dad handed down his skills to. How to load a shot gun, hunt and make shells. Never afraid of anything living or dead. Nor was I afraid to get my hands dirty, dig in the dirt and hunt for arrow heads, I had a love for nature and archeology, the cosmos and everything most girls my age didn’t show interest in. The most interesting book I read as a child was called, a wrinkle in time. It was a story of how a girl went through time in a mirror to alternate dimensions, I believed it. That is how I did invent altering time, I started working on it around ten. I was infatuated with stories of little people, I am certain that is why I learned to sculpt dolls by the time I was in my early twenties. My love for invention, sculpture, drawing and adventure started very young. With a passion for everything I could learn about the sun, earth moon and stars. My interest was in anything artistic and the powers of the mind.
My parents moved us out of the city right before I hit puberty.
They felt the city schools were a bad influence on us. My aunt had already been seduced by sex and drugs, she was only a couple years older than me. And my parents made a decision that the country life would protect their children. I guess growing up this way with parents whom were aware, cared and did what they could to protect their children’s minds, behavior who watched the influences on us- is what made me the way I am.
By then the whole acid rock invasion had came and my parents could do nothing to shelter us from the whole world. My cool aunt had moved in and she brought all the rock culture with her. My mothers baby sister had gone Woodstock, sex, drugs and rock and roll crazy and a decision was made she was to move out in the country with us. To salvage her, back in those days families stuck together in a crisis and everyone realized if she wasn’t salvaged her life would be ruined.
Families intervened in those days without councilors and drugs theory. Her salvation was surely my demise because I became smitten at barely twelve by the music and the whole idea of being a flower child.
I painted butterflies on my pink walls and begged my mom for shag carpeting.
My canopy bed turned into the love shack of hippy cool and I was shagged.
My parents were pretty hip and cool, they weren’t that much older than me. My mother was a child bride, a virgin who married at sixteen and I was born barely nine months later. My grandfather was a Pentecostal Bishop and we were taught old time religion, it was strict but yet open minded. My mother had a vast interest in the paranormal.
She studied astral playing, the Ouiji board and reincarnation. I remember her taking me to the meetings of the various teachings of Hindu religious practices very young. And then I remember her freaking out and burning it all out of the house when it conjured up ghosts and weird things started happening. Lights started flickering on and off and ghosts had to be busted out of our house. Later in my life I put much study into all aspects of the paranormal. I knew it was real and I knew in life in order to combat its reality one would have to understand all powers of astrology, tarot and demonology to conquer its many facets that are real in every day life.
Between the religious up bringing of a God whom performed miracles, I did see at tent meeting revivals and the Pentecostal meetings I attended (people slay-ed in the spirit and dancing around- I saw people healed- throw canes and walk).
I was brought up with a fairly well rounded belief system in all things paranormal. My grandpa had a ghost that lived in the basement of his house. He had lived in the house before them he was a blind man and we could hear his foot steps in the basement.
There were ropes down there and I remember thinking the basement was the scariest place in the world.. At one point grandma cut the ropes and grandpa performed an exorcism, it wasn’t a big deal. We knew there were earth bound spirits and after that, ritual the old mans spirit was released and the dead never walked the house again.
I guess grandpa taught me to be a ghost buster and think nothing of it. Ghosts are just not allowed to live in my area. I was taught to pray the blood of the lamb in every house I lived in. Performing the ritual of cleansing each property the moment I moved in.
Some places were easy other places it took many prayer marches, and cleansings
before all ghosts, demons and bad spirits would depart.
When I was twelve my grandpa called my mom and said, “the Lord has asked me to baptize, Terri Lynn and I must take her to the Lord.” “He, has said he will perform great miracles with her.” my grandfather reported this to my mother, it was no big deal it was just the way I was raised. And he did baptize me, in a dirty muddy lake with full emersion in a body of water and the spirit. I remember feeling different from that point on. I didn’t see the skies part or angels come down yet, but somehow I knew from that point on I was different than most people. And from that point on I felt somehow it was my job to do something out of the ordinary and I was somehow gifted with extra ordinary powers. I just didn’t realize at that point how different I was. In fact I didn’t realize how strange my abilities and belief system was until I grew up and started living in the real world. A world I would later learn you better shut up about it, or people will think your crazy.
It actually took me decades to come out of the closet and admit publicly I can see things, know things most do not and I do know how to teach it. But I don’t think you can learn it if you’re a television addict and I am certain you can’t if your addicted to smut and gore.
I remember seeing the movies I think the whole freak show started, with Carrie, Last house of the left and the Exorcist. They were horribly gory and really scared and freaked us all out. It was at the point of seeing the Exorcist I realize I had been seeing demonic warfare in people my whole life. And as the whole rage of evil grew so did my ability to see it walking in people, blinking out of their eyes. It wasn’t until I was around thirty
I began to physically discern ( see it in people) in your spirits and souls- who are bound by demons. Who are ruining your life and killing the world and you are all allowing them in without realizing it.
It wasn’t until then I could hear it in peoples voices. It wasn’t until then I - knew it was contagious a virus and people were catching in the movies, on television and it’s the devil and he took your minds, your kids minds. And the sad thing for you all is you can’t begin to comprehend how demonic your lives have become.
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