Sunday, February 28, 2010

I WROTE IN POLISH AND SPOKE IN GERMAN

I WROTE IN POLISH AND SPOKE IN GERMAN
                                                 - Donna DiPietro

Of all of the cases I have been involved with over the years, this one has left the greatest lasting emotional impression on me and I find it difficult to talk about.


I was the Concert Manager at New England Conservatory of Music in Boston from January 1969 until August 1975. One day in the early 1970s I was on my lunch break in the lady’s lounge that was off of the main concert hall, Jordan Hall. There was a fireplace, couch, some cozy chairs and a few small tables. It was a quiet day and I was by myself. I had a deck of playing cards and was trying to guess which card would come up as I pulled each one from the top of the deck. A lady entered the lounge, introduced herself as Lydia, and asked what I was doing and I told her. I had seen her a few times at a distance within the last few weeks and I thought she may be a new employee or teacher. She asked me if I told fortunes and I said yes, but just for fun. She then asked me to read hers as she sat down in the chair next to mine. I had her shuffle the cards and lay them down on the table in front of us. I turned them around three times counter-clockwise and played the part of a fortune teller. I really wasn’t using the cards to read her fortune since the images were coming directly to my mind. The first thing I saw was a word but it didn’t look English and she told me to write it down. She watched as I wrote down her father’s name in Polish and she asked me what I saw about him. I told her I didn’t use cards but could see images in my mind. I told her I saw her father with valuable coins in his pocket that were being taken away and barbed wire. She had tears in her eyes as she told me her father was captured by the Nazis and they took his valuable coins from his pocket. The rest of the lunch hour went by quickly and I envisioned so many things from her life. She asked if I would continue at a later date and invited me to her nearby Boston apartment some day after work. A few days later we went to her apartment and sat at the kitchen table for 3.5 hours and I told her life story in detail from the time she was a little girl living in Poland. I mentioned the name Edvard and described his blond hair parted a certain way, that he was in military uniform and that he had a letter from his mother with blood on it when he was found. She went into the bedroom and brought out a large gold framed picture of her brother. She said I described him, his name, his hair, his uniform and that he was found dead in the war and had a letter from their mother in his pocket. Lydia had been married to an SS officer but eventually escaped her husband and left Poland and came to the United States with their three sons. At the end of my 3.5 hour medium state, I said something I didn’t understand and she began to cry. She said I had just spoken in German. She told me her best friend Anna, fifteen years old at the time, was taken away by the Nazis and was on the back of a truck when she last saw her. At that last moment, so many years before, Anna told Lydia that if there was ever any way she could reach her, she would, and she did - through me. She spoke through me, in German, telling Lydia that she was reaching her now. Her friend Anna used me to get this message to her best friend Lydia, proving that there is an afterlife. It also shows that this dear friend who died in a concentration camp at the age of fifteen was waiting all these years to find someone that she could communicate through and somehow that person would be in contact with Lydia. I saw Anna on the back of the truck, her dark hair disheveled, the panic in her eyes, the torment on her face, and her hands outstretched to a world she was trying to hold on to. I don’t understand or speak the German or Polish languages but somehow I was able to bypass what I didn’t know so that I could relay a message from the other side.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

MISSING GIRL FOUND


MISSING GIRL FOUND
                - Donna DiPietro


Dear Blog Readers,

This past Tuesday morning, February 23rd, 2010, something told me to get to work early so that I could stop into the office next door and tell the two ladies who work there about myself and the blog that I just started. We didn’t know each other very well and I wasn’t even sure of their names. I went into their office and said I had something to tell them – that I am a psychic and handed each of them one of my business cards and a copy of one of my published stories. I told them that I am sent places to come into contact with people who need my help. They were both very interested and one of the ladies asked if I could help find her boyfriend’s daughter who he hasn’t seen and has been trying to find for over nine years. I told her I would help find her and I sent good positive energy to encircle her and bring her home. I felt she was in danger and needed guidance. This morning when I arrived at work, I saw that the lady in the next office had left a comment on my blog. I went next door and she was telling the other lady what happened and she said they were just talking about me. The missing girl called her father last night and is coming home. Everyone is overwhelmed and very happy to finally find what they have been searching for all these years. We were all very emotional and crying with joy and it started my day off in such a wonderful way.
Donna

Comment from lady seeking my help:

DONNA
WE SPOKE THE OTHER DAY BEFORE WORK IN OUR OFFICE. I TOLD YOU I HAD JUST TRAVELED OUT OF STATE TO TRY TO FIND MY BOYFRIEND'S DAUGHTER THAT HE HAS NOT SEEN FOR OVER 9 YEARS. SHE JUST CALLED TONIGHT. IT IS A MIRACLE. I KNOW I HAD ASKED YOU FOR HELP

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

THE POPE WAS SHOT

THE POPE WAS SHOT
              - Donna DiPietro

On May 12, 1981, I was a young married woman with two small children and worked for a temporary employment agency. One of my work assignments was in a first floor office at a hospital in a suburb of Boston.  I had worked there off and on for about six months. The room I walked through to get to my office was occupied by a large three-sided desk where a group of telephone operators sat answering the incoming calls. As the months went by, the women became aware of my psychic abilities when I told them things about themselves and their families and described in detail what the insides of their houses looked like. It was daily entertainment and nothing more, until this particular day. I was working at my desk and had a vision that the Pope was going to be shot within twenty-four hours. I did not know if this would actually happen and tried to put it out of my mind, but the vision kept coming back with a feeling of uneasiness. If I did not tell someone and it did happen, I would not be able to prove that I predicted it. But if I did tell someone and it did not happen, that would be good because the Pope would not have been shot. I got up from my desk and went into the room where the women sat around the large desk. I told them of my vision that the Pope would be shot within twenty-four hours and that I prayed he would be safe. There was nothing I could do. If I told the authorities, they would think I was crazy, and then if the Pope was really shot, they would wonder how I could possibly know what would happen. I wanted these women to know of my vision because it would prove that I could predict what would happen. The next day, on May 13, 1981, I was in my office working and a hospital employee from another department came running down the hall and ran into the switchboard room. She had just heard on the radio that the Pope had been shot. The women were stunned and said that I had predicted it. I do not know how I knew what would happen to the Pope, but I did, and I am thankful that he survived.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

PARANORMAL ACTIVITY - GILMANTON IRON WORKS, NH


PARANORMAL ACTIVITY - GILMANTON IRON WORKS, NH
                                                              - Donna DiPietro

This is the first house I may have unintentionally caused paranormal activity to occur. My Cousin Bill Krug was an artist who worked for an advertising agency near Laconia, New Hampshire. He was fascinated by the paranormal and loved telling his younger cousins ghost stories as we sat around his living room in the evenings. He was a member of a local acting group and we often took turns reading parts from play manuscripts. My family and I visited Bill and his mother, our dear Aunt Kit, several times a year and we always had a great time. Aunt Kit was the most loving and generous person I ever met. Bill, on the other hand, had a somewhat somber ‘Vincent Price’ similarity. He even looked like Vincent Price and had the same deep hearty laugh. On one of our visits, Bill brought me to the advertising agency where he worked and introduced me to Karen, one of his colleagues. Karen was also interested in the paranormal and had heard from Bill that I was psychic. Karen, her husband Tom and their two children lived in an antique house in Gilmanton Iron Works, New Hampshire, across the street from an old cemetery. Part of the house was built in the late 1700s and an addition was added a century later. (Gilmanton Iron Works was where Grace Metalious, the author of the scandalous novel ‘Peyton Place’, lived with her husband and children when her husband worked as a principal at one of the town’s schools; and she used Gilmanton Iron Works as the town model for Peyton Place.) Karen invited Bill and me to dinner at the house and to test my psychic skills. After dinner and general conversation, Karen, Bill and I moved to the family room and sat at a rectangular-shaped wooden table that had two benches, one on each side. Karen’s husband Tom was a skeptic and preferred observing from his easy chair across the room.  Karen and Bill sat opposite me and they took turns writing words on pieces of paper. One of them would write a word, show it to the other, then fold up the paper and concentrate on the word to see if I could tell them what the word was. For some reason I could never ‘see’ what Bill wrote, but if he showed the word to Karen and she concentrated on it – I would read her mind and tell them what the word was. It was interesting and showed that Karen and I were telepathically connected. I then took a large piece of paper and printed out the letters of the alphabet and the numbers 0 through 9 and printed the word ‘Yes’ in the top right corner and the word ‘No’ in the top left corner. I asked Karen for a piece of heavy thread and something I could use for a pendulum. She found a large marble-like bead and I put the thread through the hole in the bead, pulled it so that the thread was about eight inches long, and made a knot at the end. I held the thread with the bead over the paper and we started asking questions to see if anything would happen. We each took turns with the pendulum but I had the most luck in getting results. I said that if the pendulum swung a certain way we should follow to where it leads, and if it stops on a letter or number or ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ to wait and see if it circles around that object. It was amazing that it actually worked. At that time it was all fascinating entertainment and really nothing more. We did not understand any of it and why it worked – it just did. The pendulum swung and circled the letters, numbers, ‘Yes’ and ‘No’ to reveal many facts about people and things that only Karen knew and somehow I was the one spelling out these facts with the pendulum. I know now that I was reading Karen’s mind and probably moving the pendulum myself to spell out what I was picking up from Karen. We had a fun and interesting evening and Bill and I said good-night to Karen and Tom.


I was back home in Boston a few days later when Bill called. He said Karen related to him that unusual activity was now occurring at the house. Doors opened and closed on their own, lights went off and on without anyone near a light switch, and in three of the rooms - drawers opened, and objects taken out, seemingly by invisible hands, and strewn around. This continued for many weeks and was very frightening to Karen, Tom and their children. Apparently, we stirred up a form of energy in the house that we did not intend to activate. It was all good-natured and at the time I did not understand nor expect that what I did was anything extraordinary. I just thought it may be something scientific and there was a logical explanation that would be revealed in the future. I did not understand telepathy until years later when I came to the conclusion that it does exist and I know this for a fact. I experience it every day and it is a normal part of my life. If it does exist, then there is a logical explanation for it. This made me more accepting of my gift and open to psychic expression.  Unfortunately, the paranormal activity at Karen’s and Tom’s house became so unbearable that they eventually had to sell it. Aunt Kit and Cousin Bill passed away in 1977 and I have not had contact with Karen or her family since. I will always remember that evening as something not to be taken for granted. It was a learning experience for a student of the paranormal and I realize I must always tread with caution and expect the unexpected.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

THE LIGHT

THE LIGHT
     - Donna DiPietro

The light made its first known appearance when I was eight years old and living with my family in Somerville, Massachusetts. One day my brother Douglas asked me if I knew there was a light following me. He pointed it out on the dining room wall, and my father, my sister Bess and I saw it for the first time. It was about the size of a quarter and white. At first I thought my brother was playing a joke on me, but that wasn’t the case, and the light would make an appearance when other people were not around. We also ruled out a reflection of any sort. My father placed his hand over the light and there was no reflection on his hand. I would be in a room with the door shut and I would look around the room to be sure the light wasn’t there, as I was afraid and didn’t know what it was. Sometimes it would appear after a few minutes right before my eyes, stationary at first, it would slowly move about the room as though examining it. It followed me for about five days. One day, my mother and I were home by ourselves. She was in the kitchen sitting on a chair with her back turned to me and was putting white lace curtains on a stretch rack to dry. I was standing in the threshold from the hall to the kitchen and I saw the light appear on the wall between the hall and pantry. I called to my mother to look at the light, as she had not yet seen it. Before she could turn around, the light moved and went into the pantry, as if to hide. I stood in the doorway and watched it travel into the pantry and I followed it, as my apprehension gave way to wonder. I stood still against the pantry counter and watched as it traveled and explored each shelf. It seemed to find what it wanted when it came to a large bowl to hide behind, and it went around to the back of the bowl where it stayed on the wall for about five seconds until it disappeared. At this point, I felt like its protector, as though it was the spirit of a small child or a loving being. My mother didn’t see it. She was still in the kitchen working on the curtains.


The light was not seen again until about two years later. My mother, father, sister Bess, two brothers and I were visiting my Aunt Kit in Lakeport, New Hampshire. My father and two brothers were sleeping in an attic bedroom and the rest of us were downstairs. My father awoke during the night and saw a light on the wall above my brothers’ bed. The light would be stationary for awhile and then travel slowly around the room as though examining it. Eventually my father got out of bed and went over to the light and placed his hand over it and there was no reflection on his hand. There were no outside lights, no inside lights, no cars. The room was in total darkness except for the mysterious light. He watched the light for at least one half hour before it disappeared. As before, the light showed intelligence and a curiosity. It has been many years since the light’s appearances. I wonder if perhaps the being continues to visit but does not show itself as a light. I mentioned the light to an acquaintance and she said that her grandmother, who was a leader in the Armenian Revolution, had the same type of light around her for a number of days when she was a young girl. I am interested in knowing if others have had a similar experience.


I believe that we are coming into a new world of enlightenment and spiritual knowledge that will advance the human race, but only if we are willing to look for the good in others. We need to look within ourselves first and banish the negativity which is the enemy that is destroying our world and our sense of well being. We must emit good positive energy which will multiply throughout the world or there is a chance there will be no world to protect.