Mama's Boy Moms / Overprotective Moms

I was told, when I was little, before I had my current phys. and mental health issues..."no" you cannot pick up" "no, you cannot feed" your sister.

What you see in this video clip of two other strangers - an older brother and a younger sister (could have been a younger brother too) is what I desired to do with Pat in '73-75.

Some of these photos show Mason (the boy) laying next to Mercedes (thegirl)..Ouch...Maybe the boy shouldn't be so close to his sister like that. He might roll over on top of her. She is too delicate...This is what I learned from my Mommie growing up. Girls are too DELICATE to be too close to. Better to "look but don't touch".

We cannot go back to the past. But please god (divine)...please bring me a lil one to interact with like this...

Yes, I already have Andrew & Stephen my spirit sons, but they are in spirit and are not acknowledged by clinical-type persons.

Please.

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Basically this is what I wanted to do with my sister Pat back in Sept. / Oct. 1975 when she was age 2 yrs.
Mom said "No!".
41 yrs. later and Pat almost cut me out of my Dad's Will. Had it not been for other sister , I would have been left with 10% proceeds from the Sale of the family home.
This is why sibling BONDING is crucial to good relations decades later.
But overprotective Mommies are just being SELFISH for thinking of Mommies' needs FIRST.
Little do they know how TOXIC relations they are sprouting.

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wrote on Building Boys's Timeline. 3 November 2016 03:12 Hi,
I have been a member of this group for some time.
I have a nephew who just tuned 8 yrs. one week ago.
He has a Mom and a Dad. They are in the process of divorcing.
I believe that my nephew is a Mama's Boy and that the is in danger of inability to develop healthy relationships with Women once he becomes an adult.
I have tried bonding with my nephew, but every time I try, he is sitting on his Mom's lap or is conversing with his older sister (10 yrs.).
My Dad just died in Sept. and my Mom is deceased since Jan. 2010.
I feel that now that my parents are gone, they cannot question me wanting to bond with my nephew.
So what's the best way to go about this?
Just to note, my sister has dominated him so much that I have never ever had the opportunity to pick him up and just hold him and bond with him. Sister is just always there with him. Sister has said that her husband has been disinterested in his son, but now that I have had a conversation with her soon to be ex-...he has told me that the therapy that he and his son had a while back has helped. The downside is that ex-husband/father will have every other weekend with his kids.
The next time I see him will most likely be Christmas Eve.
I intend on picking him up into my arms, making a selfie video. I have no other photos of nephew with me.
I am sure that sister and nephew will balk at my interest in him. But I don't want nephew to grow to be dysfunctional in adulthood and not be able to form healthy relationships with women.
I believe that nephew is still fixable.

This Is Home - Bryan Lanning (Official Music Video)

Blue Stuffed Elephant Belongs to Stephen

Tonight around 9.30 p.m. I entered trance state in my bathroom and saw Greg's two sons, Andrew and Stephen.

After a while of the boys sitting peacefully near me and sitting next to each other and things like that, I saw Stephen clutching the blue stuffed elephant that he showed me on Palm Sunday in mid-air in my bedroom. Stephen and his stuffed toy were not as brightly lit as on that Sunday, but I did catch a glimpse of it for about 2 seconds.

I have been asking since that day for them to show me who the elephant belongs to, and tonight I finally got my answer.

This also says something of my encounters with the pair. Unlike the "home movie" that Aern the shadow person has shown me that keeps replaying the same scenes of his son Joe monkeying around while undressing, before going to sleep, and then superimposed ontop of that the moving image memory of his wife as a bride on their wedding day where she walks from right to left, carrying a bouquet of flowers... the images of the boys are, I feel live, because they're different every time.

Spirit Contact Family Tree

Since November 2009 I have been introduced to 5 souls that have not crossed over for various reasons.

The first one I was introduced to was Jolly Roger Boy Hepburn, a 14 year old that I've written about in previous blog posts.

I'm not sure how or when he met the other family, consisting of younger kids Andrew, Stephen, and their Dad Greg, but it could be that little Hepburn was looking for a father-like mentor and I guess the 4 of them just became friends.

Sometimes I have forgotten to specify "Boy" (or Jr.) when calling for Jolly Roger, and instead a couple of times I have had this other male, an adult, who also has the nickname of "Jolly Roger" show up at my apartment.

J.R. Boy told me last November in a recording on the computer that he had a youger brother named Bob, but no contact has ever been made with Bob, most likely because he chose to go into the light when he died some decades ago.

Andrew and Stephen are brothers. They have a Ying-Yang sense about them. One says something. The other says the opposite. For example, I recorded them fighting over a technicality of whether I was recording or taping them. It's really a recording to magnetic media, but recording is the proper term. One would say "Is he recording us?" "Is he taping us?" Then one of them correctly concluded "He's recording us." I have also had recordings (EVPs) where they notice the blue wavy lines on the Audacity program. They have been known to fight over the mic. too. Yesterday Andrew, the older boy says to his younger brother, "give me that or I'll hit y0u.' So even in the spirit realm, where souls have not gone on to Heaven yet, they still can have issues with other souls.

These ghosts do sleep, and in trance state I have seen them sometimes more active in the earlier part of the evening and more sleepy later on. When they were more active I saw them put their hands to their mouth like a bullhorn as if they were trying to shout to me, and also put their hand to their ear to try and hear me. As the daylight has been getting longer, I was contacting (clairvoyantly) later on the day. They will start to rub their eyes, and just look more tired at 9 or 10 or 11 p.m. than at 6 or 7 p.m. My friend has human kids near the same age, and they should be going to sleep around 8.30 p.m. so I'll try and keep contact to before that time.

When I first was introduced to Andrew and Stephen in mid-February 2010, I was lying on my mattress in the evening and I felt a small human body crawl beside me, his left leg on the mattress and the right one kneeling or on the carpet. Then he whispered close to my ear "Come see what I look like, come see what I look like". The experience was just soooooooooooo cuuuuute.



On Palm Sunday I was sleeping and awoke to the sight of a wooden block with 4 rows of peg holes floating in mid-air near my b'room closet. Then it fizzled out. Then it appeared again. This time at the food of my mattress over head about 5 to 6' high. And it stayed up for a good 15-20 seconds, then fizzled out.



Third thing I saw was a blue elephant, and of course I know that elephants AREN'T BLUE, so it must have been a stuffed animal. I'm guessing that the wooden game piece was a cribbage board, and the stuffed animal both belonged to Andrew? The stuffed animal jutted forward in mid-air once, stayed there, then disappeared.

"Jolly Roger" Hepburn 1893-1907

About a week after my uncle blessed our family's home, I was thinking it might be kinda nice to have a ghost buddy that I could help, ala Ghost Whisperer.

My "spirit guide", Daniel, found someone, a 14-year old boy with a nickname of "Jolly Roger" which is the skull and crossbones pirate symbol. He was introduced to me on November 12, 2009. His surname is Hepburn.

I did some recording of him on my laptop, but his voice is very quiet. I used audio editing program Audacity to boost the sound and to get rid of as much background sounds as possible. It is very difficult to hear on the computer. It was much easier when he communicated telepathically and would say things like "It's cold in your apartment". This was in late November / early December when Winnipeg had a frigid spell and the heat couldn't keep up, despite turning up the thermometer, the temperature went no further than 21 Celcius. Yet another day when I saw an orb light enter my apt. suite through the window and I asked who it was he said "It's Jolly Roger boy".

I would be ready to go to sleep and turn over to the left part of the mattress when I'd hear J. R. say "you're sitting on my neck". "Oh sorry J. R. I can't see you."

Another night around 11.30 p.m. I saw his tiny orb exit my apartment through the living room window. The next day I asked him where he went and he replied "I just went out for a bit," which is fine for me because it would be impossible for me to be his parent. I cannot ask that he stay in after a certain time. I am just his friend, nothing more.

One recording he gave me details about the circumstances of his death, and he said that he wants "proper burial for my pieces of bones". " What happened to him was that on or near February 22, 1907 he had somehow fallen through the ice on one of the Winnipeg area rivers (I sense though that it was the Red River).

I asked him whether he had any brothers or sisters, and he told me he had a younger brother named Bob (Robert).

When I had some time, I had gone to the Library to view the Free Press microfilm from that date. I may have missed it, but all I could see similar was a Mr. Hawthorne of Winnipeg had frozen to death while in Calgary. The story appeared on the February 23, 1907 edition. He was a member of the Canadian army and was in his 20s. Not the guy I was looking for.

When I first saw "J. R." I had to make a space as dark as possible with little or no light. That room was my washroom. I had turned off all the lights in the living room and closed the curtains. Closed the washroom door and sat on the toilet seat cover.

First there was an orange orb light near the floor. That's a sign that a spirit is trying to make itself visible. Then blue & white lights form and move about. Within a couple of minutes I could "see" J. R. sitting on the edge of the bathtub, blueish-coloured, with his hands on his face and looking downward. Then he'd switch positions and sit in the bathtub and keep switching positions every couple of seconds, always only giving me a side view of him. He had Harry Potter-like eye glasses and fairly thick light-coloured hair with sideburns, but not covering his ears.

Why I have not really seen him face on is that it is known that ghosts don't have eye pupils, so their eyes are completely black and I guess that he didn't want me to see him that way.

When a spirit is visible, so much energy is used up in manifesting in that form that there isn't enough left to speak. It's an either or decision.

More recently I wanted to try photographing him, and read that if you keep using the flash on the camera that this will encourage the spirit to be visible. Well, that actually did something else. I don't think he wants to be photographed because when I pointed the camera into the washroom, I saw this wavy light near the bottom of the doorway move to my bedroom and I followed the light pressing the shutter button. One particular frame had a grey transparent vertical rectangle on the right side of the image. I believe J. R. was doing all he could to prevent a photo of him. What I think this means is that it doesn't matter whether people "see" him or not, but that he somehow gets closure and can then ascend to Heaven.



I don't know how else to help this kid. I am not willing to go swimming into the River. That I do know. I wish I could prove through some kind of written account that he went missing back then and his body was never found.

What makes finding more details about him difficult are two things. He has not given me his real first name (unless it really is Roger), and secondly the Free Press has taken away access to its electronic edition at the Library. That would make it really simple to just type in the name Hepburn into the search box and have it look in the 1907 Free Press text.

I also do not know how many others he has communicated with over the past 103 years, and whether those others ever got any further than I have in helping him.

At least then he would become a Winnipeg documented ghost.

Since then he has told me that he does no longer wish to stay with me because he doesn't like sitting near where the cat litterbox is, and my bed is not wide enough for him to sleep on.

J. R. is a much more friendly ghost than Aern ever was and I wish to continue to make his cause known.

The Iraq Plaque of Jesus - July 1968

I turned two in June of 1968 and about 3 weeks later Iraq was in the news. My Mom would turn on the Noon newscast on channel 7 CJAY and I remember sitting on the sofa but not looking at the tv.

Then I started hearing the words "Iraq". For some odd reason I then focussed on this ceramic plaque of Jesus that my Mom's Mom gave to her shortly before I was born.

Well, I must have heard her mention the word "plaque" because my mind joined those two words up and voila! -- instant toddler daytime nightmare.

My Mom was in the kitchen and as I sat there on the sofa, I started to scream for her to take down the plaque because it was scarring me. But she did not come. She just didn't understand what I was complaining about. I remember even pointing out the plaque to her.

She later removed it I think, but then the next day the same thing would happen. I'd be listening (but not watching) the local newscast, and then I guess they cut to the reporter's story on the latest in Iraq, and I'd freak out, closing my ears and screaming and wanting my Mom to take down the plaque of Jesus.


NOTE: Facebook doesn't go directly to the post on Blogger, so here is a link to the Jesus plaque.

Years later I recalled this and through the power of the Internet found out that Sadam Hussein had been a newsmaker on July 17, 1968. He had staged a coup of the Iraqi government and overthrew it between that date and July 30th.

1968 - On 17 July the Baath Party returns to power in a bloodless coup that Saddam has helped organise. A group of Sunni Iraqis from Tikrit take the top posts in the new Baath government. Bakr is made president. Saddam is appointed as acting deputy chairman of the Revolutionary Command Council (the government's most powerful decision-making body).

On 30 July Saddam takes personal charge of a purge to rid the new government of old-guard figures. Two months later, following an unsuccessful coup attempt against it, the Baath government cracks down again, with Saddam and Bakr directing a further series of purges designed to eliminate opposition.

SOURCE: MorOrLess.AU.Com

I guess back then my brain heard the words "plaque" and "Iraq" and somehow thought they were somehow connected to one another. In reality the words just rhymm with one another.

The moral of this story is this. Parents, if your kids are screaming about something, perhaps you should listen to and attend to them, because it could be that they are having some kind of experinece like I had.

Memories of 1968

I remember when I was very young. Perhaps 2 (1968) or early 1969 when we used to go to my relative's home on Cobourg St. in Elmwood (which I really consider to be part of East Kildonan).

I remember part of their house. My cousin's bedroom was on the second floor, and because he lived there it was easy for him to walk up the stairs. But when I was there I found the stairs too steep, and it had this ribbed rubber mat that I found a bit slippery. So I would have to climb up there on my hands and knees.

Then one of the visits I remember that my cousin got one of those wind-up toy clocks with the musical tune. The tune is on the Wii Music disc -- "My Grandfather's Clock". The Wikipedia artcle says the toy clock came out in 1968, so that makes very much sense. Us two boys had the very latest toy.

Here's the lyrics and melody ... link


The one one the far left is the toy clock my cousin and I had. Separately of course.

As it turned out, my cousin's family moved to another house in 1974 when my Aunt and Uncle had a baby girl.

Funny though how I can't really remember the rest of the old house very well, but it was like yesterday I remember my cousin telling me to hurry up (and he was 2 years and a bit), and me telling him that I didn't like how the stairs were.