“Earliest Remembrances of Spirit Encounters”
Hello everyone. It’s already day three of storytelling, and I am having trouble on which one to tell. Let me think back to some questions that I have been asked.
Let me think.
Here’s one. “Lynda, how old were you when you realized you could see spirits?”
The simple answer is that I have had this type of connection to the spirit realm as far back as I can remember. It was not until my mid-30s that I was given an experience to connect all the dots of what I did not fully understand.
As a child, I thought everyone talked about the family’s ghosts and loved ones checking in. It was not a subject that was discussed on a daily basis. You just did not talk about it unless an occurrence happened.
I remember things happening and not being able to sleep because the room was “crowded.” My mom would simply tell me it was my imagination and to turn over and go to sleep. As an adult, I can now look back and remember incidents that happened to understand that was how my mom handled it. You simply ignored the ones that you did not know. That was best.
Did I feel special? No. My whole family had certain parts of the gifts of sight it seems. However, I was the one that would cause siblings to do the backstroke away from me and to cause my mom to go into a frenzy less I should begin talking outside the family.
I thought every family understood about the others. Most families around us went to church. They believed in God, Jesus, and the angels. Why didn’t they understand about the others?
My earlier experiences were not with family members. From what I remember, it was either the ghost of the house (and not to friendly I might add), nature spirits (the good ones and the bad ones), and/or the different levels of what some may call angelic. I did not see them as angels, but more as the adults who were watching out for me.
There was no conversation of lessons that I can remember. There visit was mostly to bring me comfort and a sense of protection from the darker ones that I did not like.
Again, I was told to ignore. Sort of hard when you got a spirit leaning over you breathing down your neck. I always slept with the blankets up over my head with a breathe hole (smiles) on those nights. But truly, it was the best advice for the time.
My first spirit encounter that I truly remember? That was and still is very special. But I’ll leave that to another story blog.
Good night and blessings.
Lynda, Spirit Medium