This evening my Mother-in-Law texted me a beautiful photo of her perfectly displayed lit candle bags. Of course, my eyes were immediately drawn to the little boy in the right hand corner of the photo. My heart exploded. It's like I want to walk over and hug him....
My personal experience with paranormal activity started when I was about 14 years old. My television in my room would go off and on, change channels, and even volume control. My radio would go off and on by itself and change stations as well. I also believe that certain items were even moved about. I just KNEW it was a young boy. I could even describe him, but yet, I never got a chance to "see" him with my eyes directly. Years went on and so did my interaction with the other realms. I still have a photo of the small ghost girl I saw in Gettysburg. I will never forget the feeling that washed over me that day we stood face to face. I failed to be able to separate which emotions were mine, and which were hers.
As I grew up, the ghost activity lessened and the spirit activity increased. Most of my engaging was with family members that had crossed over. Either way, I always felt blessed to be familiar with both. Recently, a new friend (and working medium) has graciously invited me to join her in one of her investigations that her company gets hired to do. I am over-joyed at the invitation. I have still so much to learn about this world, the other worlds, and my gifts; What I am capable of and what I am not capable of. All I do know is that at the end of the day, I want to help...both those living and non-living.
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