Drawing 1 by Jill Marie Morris
Please refer to the three photos (above). Two of the photos are hand-drawn (by me). The third is a screenshot from my initial message (Facebook Messenger) to Cathy Ladas on Monday, June 15th, 2015.
The following is a detailed description of what has transpired, pertaining to those photos. I could use your help with the pencil sketches, and will address that at the end of this post.
The last 24 hours have been extremely unsettling. As many friends, and even book fans know, I have not had one spirit contact from Father Sheehan (St. Patrick’s Church, Watervliet), since Christmas Eve/Christmas morning of 1988. At that time, he had appeared in front of the Christmas tree at 207. I detailed that contact in both 207, as well as Saints. It was an omen.
I have also made it clear to those who have asked (via radio show interviews, book signings, speaking engagements, casual conversation) that I do NOT want to ‘read’ into the evil energy that called 207 its home, and continues to run rampant in Watervliet. Leaving ‘it’ fair game to anyone else who may want to look into it, I have made it a point to block that energy.
For some reason, things went haywire last night. What I am about to share with you is the truth, without exaggeration. Frankly, it is downright scary.
I will try to put this in chronological order, based upon the events that have taken place. There is a lot of info to digest, so please be patient, and read carefully.
Monday, June 15th, 2015:
I decided to go to bed around 10PM. This is fairly early for me. I was feeling ‘off’ – something was not right. My mother, who was watching a movie, decided to stay up.
I was just about asleep (teetering) when I saw Father Sheehan (from 207/Saints) come to me. He was standing against a black background. He had the same strange look in his eyes, as the one and only time prior, that I saw him in front of the tree in 207.
Drawing 2 by Jill Marie Morris
I then heard a strange voice yell, “So you want to know what I am, and what I can do? I will show you!” Then, some type of weird, evil and disgusting thing popped out of Father Sheehan, and separated itself from the priest. There was also a piercing noise that I cannot explain. Once it had released itself from the priest, the priest fell to the ground. I believe this was what may have happened when Father Sheehan died, based upon my opinion, and following my investigation into the house and city. Simultaneously, the spirit of the priest separated and went in one direction, while ‘it’ went in another and perched itself in a tree (I think it was a tree).
IMO: ‘it’ had been controlling the priest. This is something I have written about, and have never, ever seen before.
‘It’ then reached out its hands (with three fingers with long talons, and a thumb-like digit with talon). It was moving as though it was going to destroy something. It screeched, “WATCH THIS. . .” It was going to attack. I was terrified and struggled to wake myself up from the contact.
Once I was able to free myself from that sleep state, I woke up, literally ran into the living room, and told my mother something was going to happen. I was very nervous about even mentioning it to my mother. I knew that it was going to be the fault of whatever came thru via Father Sheehan.
10:28PM: Still trembling, and only awake for approximately 5 minutes or so, I decided to contact Cathy Ladas, via instant message. Cathy is part of Rick Hale’s investigative team slated to work on the documentary. She is a reliable psychic, and has been able to read into a few things pertaining to 207, since she and Rick’s group came on-board. I trust her insight, and knew that I had to reach out to her. She responded to my message.
FB Messenger Screenshot June 15th 2015 at 10:28PM
Without giving her any details, I asked her if she could ‘see’ what I had been shown, while falling asleep. She told me two things; her feeling about the priest/male was spot-on. We discussed personal information, and both agreed it was a warning.
NOTE: I did NOT tell her it was the priest for objectivity’s sake, yet she did note the qualities of the dangerous male spirit. Additionally, I did not tell her I was shaking like a leaf, yet she stated she was too, after the contact with the male. After several minutes, we ended the conversation. I made a journal entry in my Dream Diary.
Shocked, I said some prayers for protection, and eventually went back to bed quite rattled. I tossed and turned. Leo acted up just after 2AM (2:12AM). I got up, comforted him, gave him a snack and went back to bed. Last I looked at my phone it was just before 2:50AM. Exhausted, I finally fell into a deep sleep, only to wake up in a horrible fright just before 4AM (3:56AM).
This is why . . .
I was dreaming of an actual location I know very well, located in West Hollywood, California. There was an (unnamed), living individual present. That person was practicing some type of dark craft. By doing so, that individual managed to draw that evil ‘thing’ from 207 (that had come out of Father Sheehan earlier in the night), into the California location.
Hysterical, and aware of the danger, I went to warn a spirit named ‘Ann’ to get everyone out, but it was too late: the thing manifested, sucked up the energy inside that location, and went flying out the door, into the street, in a northward direction. I stopped in the middle of the road and watched it fly away.
I couldn’t find Ann. I could only scream for help to warn people in the street. I woke up very, very upset and in tears. My heart was literally racing. This was another instance that seemed to take me forever to wake up out of a dream involving a spirit contact.
I did not go back to sleep until just around 6AM; more documentation in the Dream Diary. It was awful.
Why now, after nearly 27 years, did I see Father Sheehan, and why did that evil thing reveal itself? I could not, and still do not quite understand. Adding to the bizarre account, I could not fathom why ‘it’ came back later in the night, and ended up in California. Why, why, why?
This is where things get very strange, and the word ‘coincidence’ needs to be examined.
Mid-morning, Tuesday, June 16th:
No sooner had I started working (9:45AM), when I got wind of the balcony collapse in Berkley, California. Now, don’t get me wrong: structurally defective balconies can, and do give-way, and it was truly a tragic accident, but what scared the hell out of me was the following . . .
Mostly all of the people killed were from IRELAND. They were celebrating. Nothing paranormal about that – yet. My heart skipped a beat. What on earth?
The collapse occurred at approx. 12:40AM PST. My initial contact from the Irish priest (William F. Sheehan), and the thing, occurred between 10PM and 10:25PM EST – approximately 5 hours prior to the collapse. Make note of that. I have backed this up with the date/time stamp of my urgent message to Cathy at 10:28PM. We both agreed that whatever was going on was to be interpreted as a warning. (I have permission from Cathy to post the initial start of our conversation).
As stated, I was restless, and finally fell into a deep sleep sometime after tending to Leo, who was out of sorts (approx. 2:50AM EST). The horrendous dream of ‘it’ making its way to a favorite location of mine in West Hollywood, transpired between 2:50AM, and 3:56AM EST. The balcony collapse in Berkley, California occurred at approximately 12:40AM PST (3:40AM EST). This happens to be at the exact time that I was in a deep sleep state having the above, detailed contact involving ‘it’ manifesting in West Hollywood.
Making this chain of events more coincidental (?), okay, just plain strange, is what I found after ‘Googling’ directions from my favorite location in West Hollywood, to the collapse is exactly due-northwest, from Point A, to Point B.
I’m not so sure the word coincidence applies. Examining the times, the course of events, the California connection, the Irish priest Sheehan (St. Patrick’s Church, Watervliet), that ‘thing’ telling me to ‘watch this’ along with the majority of Irish people killed . . . Yeah. I sure as hell cannot explain it, either.
As you can see, I have attempted to draw ‘it.’ Initially, I was not going to, but I approach it this way: maybe, just maybe, someone can ID ‘it’? It is pure evil. I will provide as much detail as I can, in hopes that it will help with an identification.
I do believe that evil can shift shapes and become anything it wants. Evil energy is ‘spiritual sludge’ – sewage. For that reason, I do not follow demon types, as some in the field do. It is my hope that maybe the drawings and description will help steer me (and others interested in 207/Saints) in the right direction. I’m not sure what the heck it is.
By chance it is identifiable, perhaps it can be stopped; much like finding out what type of bacteria is causing illness and death, and coming up with a cure to kill it. At least, that’s what one possible scenario that would help.
– It is a VERY old energy.
– The overall appearance and movements seem to be bird-like, with human qualities, as well as a scaly element, like fish scales on some of the smoother parts of the body. It also appears to be almost part (I hate to say it) alien-like. It’s just strange.
– A lot of black, crow-like feathers on his back, shoulders, to buttocks, with some on head.
– Water and moon elements: Water (part fish?) and moon, as I saw it perched and sucking in the moonlight (to create darkness).
– It does not like anything light, or light, in general.
– Hands are long with a thumb-like digit and 3 fingers. Each has long, curved talons.
– Feet: Very strange. A cross between a duck foot and human foot, with long, curved talons.
– Head: Very large and oblong; skeletal with black holes for eyes and not soft tissue structure for nose – just two nostrils.
– Ears: Holes on each side (low) of skull area. Floppy, feather-like coverings. NO HORNS.
– Mouth: A black abyss. Black sludge-like stuff spews out when it screams.
– Legs: Strange – cross between a human’s thighs, with bird calves.
– Backbone is arched/rounded out with boney protrusions and feathers coming out of the spinal area. Boney protrusions go up behind the head, over crown, to top of forehead.
This is the best I can do. Feel free to share it with anyone that has worked with that sort of thing. I am NOT going to look for it. Feel free to message me if you, a colleague, or friend can.
Again, I have NOT ‘seen’ Father Sheehan since Christmas Eve/Morning, 1988. I never saw the ‘thing’ until last night. I hope that I never do, and am extremely concerned given it appeared twice last night.
Further clarification regarding my mention of the ‘man in black’ in Saints: I state that the man in black was not the priest, but it ‘felt the same’ as the energy of what transpired in front of the Christmas tree. Last night’s dream was definitely of Father Sheehan, and that evil energy that has manifested, but has remained ambiguous until this contact.
I am confident that my assessment (as based upon research and as described in Saints), that Father Sheehan left Ireland and came to the US with the best intentions. ‘It’ was able to enter him via a(n) unknown fracture in his psyche. The rest is history, and remains an issue in that area. ‘It’ still claims lives via suicide, and other murderous methods.
I’m going to continue blocking the best that I can. I will utilize meditation, prayer and other avenues to do so. I am also actively trying to rid my ‘favorite place in West Hollywood’ of its invasion. It’s nasty, and I do not think it’s coincidental. That much, I am sure of.
Send positive thoughts and prayers – especially for those who died in this morning’s tragic accident. A special thanks to those who may take this drawing to-task and help (possibly) figure out what ‘it’ is.
Good news: It’s afraid of me. Bad news: It’s on the loose.
And, thank you, Cathy Ladas.