I am creating this blog to put down in words the experiences I have had, experiences I will have on life and death. The messages I have received, how it heals the living. I am now ready to tell my story. Thanks to Bob forever in my heart as my other son.
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ReplyDeleteSeeing people that has passed had come to me at a young age I would say 3rd grade, I was still sleeping in a bunkbed and at night I would wake up and see them in my room. I remember being so scared I would sweat. I would tell my mother and she would take down my posters on my walls even moved me to another room, but I learned to ignore them and they seemed to go away, for awhile. What I was also very good at is watching myself play, walk, I remember seeing myself eating at the dinner table, school. I spent most of my childhood watching me instead of me looking out. On this journey I call my life, I will tell you the many experiences I have had, the good the bad and the ugly with both spirit and myself. But I can tell you I am only now finding out what the meaning of some theses experiences means today, and what I am suppose to do, perhaps comforting the spirit that passes also comforts the living that is left behind. I found that the smallest message to pass on or maybe just an acknowledgement to them is helping them in one way or another. Holding the light for them to follow, letting them know they have passed. What most people call the otherside, happens to be right in front of me.
ReplyDeleteThroughout the next few years I found myself trying to fit in with any groups of people, high school was the hardest so I thought. Much to me trying I always felt like the outsider and that no one quite understood me. Which in my adult years I grown to believe it, I was different but how different?? Going through different relationships that seemed to be temporary learning lessons one after another. I got very tired and made me feel even more alone, more let down and disappointed after each failure, maybe anyones fault just the way it was, husband to family members, friends.
ReplyDeleteI bought my first home to this day I call the baby house, little cottage looking home. I raised my son in this home for the most of his childhood life. I was back into seeing different energys, more like symbols and flights of light. I learned Reiki and began to learn the tarot. After struggling with the tarot I learned it was easier to just listen to that little voice in my head, as it was knowing more then when I would struggle to read into the tarot cards. You would think that was easy, until I went through a period of doubt and no confidience whatsoever. So I kept alot of things to myself.
Although I knew things and people would be amazed on how did I would find out things, I still was not fully in my own skin to just let go and do this. My sons friends would come over and I would read for them, some friends but nothing out side my comfort zone. Until Bob came in my life. Bob started out as an occasional friend of my sons that would come over, to being over all the time and everyone knew him as my second son. I was never worried about my son with Bob as I knew they both took care of eachother. I knew the mischief they were getting into, as long as it didn't hurt anyone or themselves they were teenagers and having fun, I would let them be themselves. They were the closest thing I could think of two people being soul friends. He would not only be a soul friend to my son but later I found out he is one to me. Bobs story will be an inspiration to many people reading this and is the spirit that is quiding me to get my story out. Perhaps its you reading this now that needs to feel ok in your skin. It truely is ok.
One of the first experiences I remember at the baby house was a black mark on my wall, it was about 12 inches long and about 4 inches wide, I tried cleaning it and repainting that area and it was still there. Someone I know has come by and I had her look at the area, she was able to travel through it and look on the otherside of what I now know to be a portal. It went out to my side yard but when she went through there it was not my side of my yard at this home but my side of my home in another parallel life. I had no idea what that meant at the time so we closed that portal. We also noticed 2 entites that were there in that room just as observers.
ReplyDeleteMy bedroom I could sense people that had passed but I never talked to them. At this point I was learning Reiki and other healing techniques. I was getting really good at knowing things and being at the right places at the right time.
My son had grown and went into the Marines and I had grown and moved in to what we called the big house. Thats where I had life changing experiences, both wonderful and sad. Right at sunset when there is just alittle light left I could look in my back yard and see a crowd of enities they all looked like Native Americans. I was standing in my kitchen one day and one was at my side door, I was on the phone with someone and she said ask him what he wants. I grabbed my camera and took a picture which I have today. I would wake up in the middle of the night to a mother/father and child around 9 yrs old. They would be standing there on the side of my bed, my husband would tell its ok, just go back to sleep. I was lucky that he had a open mind to alittle bit of what was going on, and he supported me no matter how werid things got.
At this point I really never approached these spirits I would know they were there but I never talked to them. I really didn't know what to think or how to handle it. I chose to ignore them. Until I received a call that Bob had been in an accident on his new dirt bike out at Dumont Dunes and died. Boy did my world change. I could hardly walk, I don't think anytime in my life I remember crying so much. I had so many emotions coming out of me, I literally did not know how to handle it. Bob was the first person in my life that I was so close to that had passed.
ReplyDeleteThe next day Bob came to me not like the other spirits, his energy came to me like you would see an xray. All white energy, flashing at me like a stop light. I was shown Bob spirit then a spirit of what I percived to be an Angel, it had wings.That night Bob told me that what I believe in is true. To trust myself. That was all he said at this visit. The funeral came and I was a basket case. I cried so much and felt so much pain for his family, it was very unbearable. My son went up and talked about Bob and I was so proud of him as I bearly held it together. Losing Bob left a big whole in my heart, as you begin to read more about Bob he was not only a blessing for me being alive but a blessing for me in spirit.