Memories

And how they fit into who we are now. Seriously, how did I become a psychic medium, healer, teacher? Did I always have the gifts?

Sometimes I think back to when I was a child and wonder if I ever saw a ‘ghost’ that creeped me out so badly that I turned off my gifts. I have a couple of interesting memories.

I’m from Wisconsin. We have basements there. And underneath the basement stairwell, there was a ledge in the back. I’d sit there a lot when I was a kid. It was dark. I recall sitting there with one of my sisters asking if they could hear the voices. No, nothing.

Interesting.

I know at one point I recall going to what I thought was a Salvation Army meeting when I was in grade school. I always thought that I went my best friend’s father because she wasn’t interested in going.

I saw that friend a while back and asked her about it. She had no idea what I was talking about nor did her mother, his wife. I thought it odd because I remember that person looking like her dad. He was taller, had perfectly styled gray hair – short in the back with a little wave up front. If it wasn’t her father, who was it?

As I’ve been thinking about this blog for a couple of days and now writing it, that person comes to my mind’s eye (subjective clairvoyance). I’m not sure today in what building that doorway with the sign ‘Salvation Army’ was/is but know for sure that there was a salmon painted brick wall.

Once inside, there were what looked like pews and prominent people, or people in charge, who sat on a platform behind a large desk area, something like you would see in a court of law. I remember the first time I was there I received a small gift. Everyone clapped that I was there. Where?

Perhaps, it was a dream that I had, or a place I went to in my dreams. In real time, I remember asking someone about the doorway later and they said there was nothing in there.

Hmm.

I know I did see black figures moving about in the bedroom I shared with my sisters. No one else saw them. I used to get in trouble for saying there were people in the room when there apparently were not.

Listen, we were all born with the gifts. Think back as a child. Do you recall having them?

I remember one dream I had. Like most kids, I was big with Saturday morning cartoons. I loved the Super Friends. In my dream I was at the Grand Theater, a place where movies were shown. There was a box on the stage. There were many people in the audience. The Super Friends were trying to coax me into the box. I refused. I could see energy moving within it. I thought the box to be less than good. I escaped.

I told my family of the dream, and they thought it was funny because it was the Super Friends. I chuckled too. Why would they be less than good? Who knows? I stopped watching cartoons after that.

Maybe, I tired of convincing my family of something that did not exist for them. Or perhaps, they got tired of hearing it.

We all have the gifts.

Tune in!