Let's Get This Party Started!

We hadn't found a Reiki and we were starting to get desperate.  Unfortunately we had no where to turn.  It's not like you go to the Reiki section of your local store and pick one up.

Since we hadn't heard from the Reiki that Amy recommend, I decided to reach out to her to see if she could help.  I sent her a very brief message on Twitter, although I knew the odds of her seeing it were slim.  I sent another message to her via our producer at Painless Productions.  Like I said, I kept the message brief and simple.

Hi Amy,

I hope you remember us. We were the family in Kearney MO  from this past May.  We having a difficult time finding a Reiki and haven't heard back from the one you recommend.  We're very scared for Heidi and need help.  Can you recommend someone else or point us in a different direction.

Thank you so much for what you've done for us.

Lance

Within a couple of days, the original Reiki that Amy recommend called back!  She was very apologetic about not getting back to us sooner as prior commitments kept her away.  She was somewhat familiar with our situation as Amy had given her some of  basic information about us along with her instructions to get our lives back.  

The first step was to asking us about our experiences since the reveal.  She wanted to know if it had gotten better, worse, and was the same.  She wanted to know as much about Heidi as possible as she was thee number one priority.  She wanted to start working on Heidi right away.

We told the Reiki about our visit to Aquarius and she was excited that we were proactive and took steps.  She was also familiar with the people at Aquarius and was happy that they took the proper and correct steps to help us.  That comment alone really helped give us a bit more peace of mind.  Considering everything we had been through over the past 8 years, it was comforting to know that we were finally getting the upper hand.

The primary attention was on the crazy woman, we had to cut the ties she had with Heidi and get rid of her.  The Reiki wanted to weaken her as much as possible before she came out to our house.  Everything needed to be planned with a high level of attention to detail because one wrong step, could cash her to  lash out at us with more power.  

The steps to accomplishing this were simple but the mental strength in doing so was very hard.  We had become so weak and tired despite gaining control but the fact that we were so close gave us the strength to push forward.  Besides, we had to protect and save our child.

The Reiki laid out a plan.

-Continue to burn the Frankincense and myrrh every day.

-Play calming Reiki music continuously.

-Speak with confidence and tell everyone there that this is our house.  It belongs to us.

-Pray using the book of Psalms we had gotten from Aquarius.

-Never leave anyone alone in the house

-The Reiki would start working on Heidi's situation prior to coming out.  Focusing her energy on Heidi.

-Plan a time when the weather is clear and calm for her to come out and severe the ties.

I could feel the crazy woman start to weaken.  Her voice was now nothing more than a weak whisper and her screams had stopped.  I could tell she was starting to feel the effects of everything going on around her.

"I am tired my love. I am lost and scared. I am unsure of what is happening." She whispered one morning.  The tone of her voice was heartbreaking.  Despite all that she had done, I couldn't help to feel some empathy for her.

"It will be over soon, we're going to help you but you have to trust us that we are going to do the right thing."  I whispered back to her.

Even though the crazy woman was starting to lose her grip on Heidi and her control of us, it didn't stop the others.  Doors would still open and slam shut, heavy footsteps could still be heard in the house.  We heard children laughing as if they were playing.  Maya was still on edge at certain times and was mindful of were I was at all times.

The spoon continued it's journeys, disappearing and then flying through the house as it returned.  However, we could feel the house starting to feel lighter and brighter.  We were also starting to feel better and stronger.

The Reiki told us that we need to be stronger before she came out because if we were weak, we would lose.  She understood that despite the crazy woman weakening and coming to terms it would still be difficult to move her on. 

As Amy had said during our reveal, 

"She's not going to really want to go."

...and she didn't either.

A Major Case of Phasmophobia

Feeling lost and alone in our situation is now the norm.   We had nowhere to turn or no one to turn too for help.  The religious community dismissed our claims as unfounded, paranormal community just made our situation worse,  help from unconventional sources proved futile, and we hadn't heard back from The Dead Files.   We were living in our own Hell and were prisoners in our own home.

So many things were happening to us that we began to suffer from paranoia and a severe case of Phasmophobia.   Everything that happened in our house at that point caused us to take a second look.  Somethings were easily explained but some things had no explanation at all and just caused the fear to grow.

One evening while I was in the bathroom changing a light bulb in a vanity light fixture, the burnt out bulb just shot of the socket.  It flew out the door and smashed into the wall in the hallway.  Even though I was terrified I tried my best not to show it, I just kept doing what I was doing.  The remaining bulbs started to come out of their sockets and flew out.  Jennifer heard the noise and came into the hallway as the last bulb crashed into the wall.  "What happened!?!", she asked.  "Ghost", I said as I walked out.  I was trying to be strong and not show fear but I broke down when I was alone.

The screams, the spoon, the health issues, the mental torture, the shadow figures, and apparitions were breaking us.   At the time, we thought it had to be the house.   We decided we should consider moving and started our search.  However, everything we find was out of our price range or wouldn't work for us.  It was like something was keeping us in our house; we were trapped.

We stopped watching most of the paranormal shows.  We felt that nothing could help at this point and anything we felt we could try would just make the situation worse.  No one was sleeping and the younger girls wouldn't go into their bedrooms.  Chloe slept over at friends most of the time and would come home sporadically.  Our health issue worsened and I started to hear the female voice again.  No matter what I tried to do to stop it, I couldn't.   She kept saying, "You can come to me, I can help you come to me."   I was beginning to break and thought if I would just give in to her all this would go away.  I felt that I was the reason for all our issues because I felt it was me she wanted.  If I gave up myself I could save my family.

She was breaking me.

The Grave, The Gunshot, & Something Wicked is Coming.

Living in this part of Missouri and particularly in Clay County, means we are surrounded by history. Some good, some bad.  When I say bad, I mean violent and deadly.   Clay county supported the confederate beliefs.  This meant supporting slavery.   This area soon became known as "Little Dixie" because of those beliefs.   When the Civil War broke out, Clay County was occupied by and under union control.  This did not set well with the residences.

Our home/land was right in the middle of all this turmoil and unrest.  It was said at one time, a Antebellum plantation home stood somewhere in the area, possibly on our land.   It was burned to the ground by Union troops as per General Order No. 11.   The order was in response to the Lawrence Massacre carried out by Quantrill's Raiders which included William (Bloody Bill) Anderson.  Even though Clay County was not included in this order, county lines and loyalties were fuzzy during this time.  Union troops didn't care and some commanders issued their own orders in the field using General Order No. 11 as their justification.

If you watched the show, you know that three members of Quantrill's group had ties to our land. They were violent and angry individuals who despised anything related to the Union.   Two of the members were killed in action and we know that because of their deeds, their souls cannot rest.

Anyway, enough with the history lessons.  I just wanted to give some prospective on the history here and how it ties to our property.

Living on 15+ acres of land with ties to all kinds of seedy individuals makes for the curiosity to explore.  With that being said, Jennifer and I set out to the "Way Back".  It's our 10 acres on the southern side of our property.  It's beautiful; with trees, an open field and a creek running through it.  During one our adventures we stumbled upon a flat rock place perfectly near an huge tree.  It was definitely put there by someone because it's not in an area that is subject to creek flooding.  It also had a rock which appeared to have been used as a foot-stone as well as rocks outlining it.  Any markings on the headstone had long since washed away.  Considering events occurring at our home,  we decided to leave it be.

A full picture of the grave on the Southwest corner of our property.  Headstone & Foot-stone.  It could be the grave of  Lucy"Granny" Boggess.  

Owning a farm/ranch requires a lot of work on a daily basis.  I spend a lot my free time tending to the needs of the land.  I enjoy it however, I'm proud of what we have and I like keeping it looking nice. One early evening I was standing on the backside of the pond, I was looking through the treeline into the Way Back.   I could hear gunshots.  It's not unusual to hear them given that we live in a rural area. I don't really pay them much mind.  While standing there, I hear a "whoosh" and I feel a tug at my pants.  It knocked me backwards, stumbling a little.  At first I thought a hawk or an owl had swooped down but I looked at my hip I saw my shirt and pants torn.  I then notice blood.  I realized I had been shot at that point!  Thankfully it only grazed me but it still hurt like hell!  I was pissed beyond words. I stormed back to the house and told Jennifer I'd been shot but it just grazed me.  I was lucky.  After I calmed down a bit I called the Sheriff's Department because someone was obviously trespassing on our land.

The deputy that came out was a friend of mine (benefit of living in a small town).  We walked to the Way Back trying to get an idea of where the shot had originated from.  During our walk, I told him about the grave.  Naturally, he wanted to see it.  His response was more curiosity than anything, "Why is there a grave on your property Lance?".  I told him about all the crazy stuff going on at house.  I could tell he was a little uneasy.  His thoughts about the grave were that it was old  and like I said, he was more curious than concerned.

The foot-stone of the grave

Grave Headstone.  The detectives determined it was "historical" and stopped poking it.  The damage was already one however.

The next day I got a call from the deputy, he said he was talking about the grave and his supervisor told him to take some detectives out and look into it further.  They came out and started poking around the grave with depth sticks!  I felt more than just a little concerned given what's been happening.  They finally determined, it was an "historical" grave and left it alone.  One of the detectives was a history buff.  He started to tell me more about the area and asked if I would mind if he did some research on the grave and property.

The detective called me a couple days later and said a lot of the land around our area once belonged to the Boggess family as well as others, maybe named Peterson. He was able to talk to one of the Boggess descendants and was told the grave was probably Lucy "Granny" Boggess but that was all they would tell him.  They didn't want to talk about our land, their family, or anything else about the area.  The detective gave me the name of an Historian who was familiar with the area and it's history.

This historian was very familiar with the Boggess and Peterson name.

"As for the grave site, it is not unusual at all for early families to bury their dead in family cemeteries.  Southerners also buried their slaves in family plots, usually in segregated areas.  It is a tradition in the Upper South to maintain family cemeteries on the old home site, which includes Missouri's Little Dixie.  Based upon what you have found in the creek and around your property, I would agree your land most likely is a part of an early farm site that may have belonged to the Peterson (?) family.  The area around Kearney was settled early, c. 1820s.  Several antebellum homes are near you and all built by Southerners from the 1820s to the 1850s.  Unfortunately, only a few still stand compared to what was there when I was growing up.

The Boggess name is well known in Clay County.  The family was from the Upper South and did live in the Kearney area, as well as Liberty and Excelsior Springs."

Our house was beginning to feel heavier, the mood was darker and you could feel the change. Jennifer and the girls started having health problems that were chronic.  The doctors couldn't determine the cause.  Slowly I was beginning to question what was going on.  I knew what it was but still tried to dismiss it.  I also felt it was just going to get worse. Little did I know,  this was the beginning of things getting nasty and scary.

"With the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."  And my family was right in the middle of it.