33. I have asked why me, and it is not a matter
of myself. It is that we all can be and do this as well, and so much more.
There has to be calling or wanting to understand. It a journey and quest at the
same time. There is saying “many are called, or few are chosen”, it should read,
only a few accept”. Most people are in fear of themselves because we're taught
to fear what we don’t understand. Ignorance is bliss because you can just stay
asleep to the fact you were made in the image of God, source or universe, call
it what you like. Hollywood has produced movie after movie, exposing truths and
lies at the same time. History does the same thing. In the US were taught from
pre-school up that Christopher Columbus found America but there were people
here before him. They also don’t teach that he killed the native people,
brought disease and he stole from the people by force and by fear. Our history
is riddled with lies and fear, for control.
34. I am going to jump
ahead a few years because the time between was me trying to get a grasp of own
personal life and that requires all whole book; in itself. I worked in a
building that has a history for well over 100 years. When I worked in this
building I did cleaning there too, as well. I would see brown stuff leaking
from the walls and felt that it has a connection to an old hospital or even
some type of mortuary. It had a creepiness to the basement, much like older
homes do. One night while working 3rd shift I looked up from a book that I had
been reading and on the ceiling was a mist or fog.
At first I thought it was
smoke because it was only along with the ceiling, I got up and looked around to
see if there was a source. I check the
basement and no alarms were going off. There was nothing out of the ordinary,
no sign of a cause to the mist fog thing. I don’t know how long it was there I
watch it until it seemly disappeared. I was taken back by what was it. To this
today, I have no idea what it was or why it was there. This was an old house
and it apparently had a long history to tell.
35. One time I down by
the river and friend wanted to honor his mother for Mother’s Day. I had no idea
what he was going to do to honor is Mom and I left him to go off onto small
side beach or landing during low tide. I was off with my two children and I
felt something, or someone walked through me, then I collapsed to the ground.
After I got my energy and strength back, I went to find my friend and told him
what had happened, and I told him I wanted to leave. I felt very uncomfortable
and not understanding what just happened and did not feel safe, for my children
or myself. I did ask another person about it who inform me, that most people don’t
survive it. Just more questions. They could not tell what it was? And to this
day I have not found any information regarding what happened to me that day.
36. It now 2007 and one
morning in the summer I woke up to hear go get the newspaper. It happens to be
a Sunday and I kept getting D1. I had never paid attention to the different
sections of the newspaper nor ever purchased it for no reason. Since the store
was right across the street, I went and purchased the newspaper. When I got
home was I surprised to find the D1 section was the section that had the
obituaries. I was questioning what am looking for and am I going to see someone
that I know in the paper. I had not discussed any of the psychic situations that I
encountered except for maybe two people and it was not all the time. It enough
that things would happen every day, but again there was no one really talking
about what that see or experienced.
The newspaper – within
the newspaper in the D1 section there was a listing for an event that local and
nationally known psychic was holding an event in two weeks. I was low on funds.
I thought maybe if I went, I could get some answers to many of my questions. I
went ahead and purchase a ticket and then I call my mom to see if she could
watch my children, so I could go. She was like where in the newspaper was it
and here her paper had no such listing of the event. Which was surprising because
that this is one section that she would read in the paper faithfully. This is
way before social media and all these social chat groups like twitter and
snapchat. I realized that there was different edition to the newspaper and there
were articles added to the course of newspaper runs, but it seemed strange that
her paper was completely void of the event. I had encountered other things too
were I living at this apartment.
Another time, I had lived next door to a man that I felt and got the impression that he was going to pass and in fact, a week later was killed on his motorcycle. There was great sadness was around his family and younger sister. I would have a strange conversation, I call them strange because they not like about the weather, idle chit chat of hello, and or have a good day. The postal man said that he had seen an albino animal down the street were they building new homes, out of know where, I said, that should not be building there that the land is sacred. I no information to base what I just said to him and he never questioned my response and just took the information and went about his day.
37. One day I got told
to tell the little boy that my son was friends with that he should not to talk
to people and strangers. I realized one day that his mother never kept a tab on
his whereabouts and he would be out early in the morning or late at night at a
young age. I later found out people in the neighborhood kept an eye out for him
and even fed him. There was another woman in my neighborhood that did not speak
English well. I would see her on way to my son’s bus stop and one day I said to
her that she needed to see a doctor because over several weeks of seeing her it
seemed to have this heaviness around her heart area. I think she had the
beginning stages of breast cancer. I don’t know for sure because she barely
spoke English and here is me trying to tell her in English to go to a
doctor. She must have thought I was
crazy. I prayed that my guides would translate to help her understand what I
had said, crazy or not, she needed a doctor.
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