From The Very Beginning

So I’ve decided to start this blog to tell my story of how I began to connect with spirit. But what is crazy is that I didn’t just “start” to connect with spirit, I’ve come to realize that I’ve been doing this my whole life. I just didn’t realize what I was doing. When I was a child my grandmother watched my sister and I while my mother worked. She would sit on the phone for hours talking in french to her family and friends about things that I had no idea what she was saying. The funny thing was that the whole time that I would sit and listen to her talk, I could picture these people that I didn’t know in my mind. They were happy people showing me food that they would cook or how they would raise cows and chickens, to me they seemed real old. I mean I was maybe 5 or 6 when this was happening. This kind of stuff would happen all the time, at family gatherings, and sometimes out at the grocery store. My mother would be pushing a basket around with my sister and I riding under it and we would pass an older lady and I could see in my mind an old man with her. I know now looking back, it was her husband in spirit. This to me was normal and I thought it was just my imagination. This all was ok until my sister and I would start to see things and hear things in our toy room. I gotta tell ya, during the day that toy room was a blast! We had toys from wall to wall, but at night that room took on a totally different feel. That toy room scared the hell out of us and there was nothing we could do about it since you had to go through that room to get to our mothers room. We would see shadows that were darker than the dark moving in there. We would hear movement, whispers, and footsteps. Every night I would wake up to my sister jumping from her bed to mine to hide behind me under the covers. This is just a few things that happened in the beginning that I can think back and remember. I’m sure there is so much more but I think this is a good start for now. I ill forever carry those memories of feeling petrified to move for fear of what might get us in the night. I would close my eyes and envision an angel at the head of my bed and she would spread her wings around me and my sister and wrap us in white light and that’s how I fell asleep every night as a child. Yes, angels are real and they are a big part of my life and story, as you will see later.