As I look back, there are moments that stand out. Brief moments in time where I was allowed to experience events that I can only call spiritual or metaphysical occurrences. Since I cannot go back and begin with the original event, I will share them as they come into my mind, as I remember them.
As a child, I confess to being self-centered, spending too much time in my own little world and not being very connected to my family. There are reasons for this: my family were interested in rocks. They were ‘rockhounds’ as they were called back then. Many family vacations were spent throughout the Western United States searching for rocks in locations where the average person never went.
I was young, six years younger than my brother and not very interested in rocks at the time. My mother would put a red sweatshirt on me so she could see me easily and told me I could go anywhere I wanted as long as I could see a family member. I wandered the game trails always wanting to see what was around the next corner. My active imagination kept me busy as I played my own adventures in my mind. I was a free-range child and I loved it!
I must also add that I grew up in a family where religion was not practiced. I did go to Sunday School on occasion with my girlfriends as I was growing up. Sunday School never impressed me as something I needed. I never felt that I belonged in a church or part of a religion. I did spend some time in my early sixties as part of a church for a few months. It was nice for a while but still not for me.
The kids of the Mormon family that lived next door to us, once tried to entice me into joining the Mormon church when I was in high school. It might have worked but the good-looking son who had invited me to a party told a friend that if I joined the church, it would give him ‘brownie points’ therein. It was a hard lesson to learn that he wasn’t really interested in me as a person but that I could improve his standing in the church if I did join.
I didn’t have a real connection to Creator until in my later sixties. As a child, pretty much all I knew of God was that he lived up on some mountain or in the sky or heaven, that he was a vengeful and judgmental entity. Why would I want to have any kind of relationship with Him? I knew Jesus was his son and was sacrificed for our sins and died on the cross and that Mary and Joseph were his parents, and it was known by some that the Son of God was coming. They called him the Messiah.
As an adult, I know that all my life I have been watched over by a guardian angel, who worked overtime on some days and during various times in my life. And I’m sure that on occasion, that angel asked for help, saying “You should see what she’s doing now. Come on, she going to need more of us.” As a teenager and through my twenties, I did stupid things that at times put me in danger. I know I was watched over night and day and am still alive today because of a super vigilant guardian angel. And I am so thankful for that holy being.
I might have been seven or eight years old when the son of my mother’s friend told me he was an atheist, and his family didn’t believe in God. I can’t say that I was shocked. I don’t think I knew how to respond to that statement. We didn’t talk about God or church or religion in my family. My mother once told me she wanted my brother and I to make our own choices about religion. It was later on, that my mother told me her friend, the mom to the son, told her I was a very ‘old soul’. I didn’t really understand what that meant at the time, but I never forgot those words.
In my twenties, I had horses, finally fulfilling a childhood dream. There were times when I would be riding, out in the fields far away from city noise, when I would hear voices in my mind. I knew they weren’t mine as they didn’t sound like my voice. I didn’t listen to them as I thought it was strange. (I wish I had listened to them.) In the early 1970s, you didn’t discuss that type of experience with your friends. I know they would have thought I was off my rocker. I had no one to talk with about this, so I shared it with no one. It took me years to realize I was telepathic.
I’ve always been an early morning person. I would get out to the stables and be in the saddle by 6:30am. Being on horseback, wild animals didn’t realize that there was a human among them. The horse I had last would stand quietly very near to burrowing owl holes. The cute little owls would stick their heads out and look around. Because of the horse, they weren’t afraid as if I had been on foot. I was able to sit above them and observe them. I always felt in those moments that if God was anywhere on an early Sunday morning, they were out in nature enjoying their creations.
In the early 1980s, I discovered that a new friend was interested in metaphysical topics. We both had babies, born a week apart. She had a little girl, and I had a little boy. We would get together for coffee and while the kids played, we would talk about different books, people and would experiment with past life regression in the evenings when our husbands were at work. She was more knowledgeable, so I was often the one who was regressed back to another lifetime.
We would play with energy balls, discuss the music of Stephen Halpern and Kitaro, the teachings of the Rosicrucian’s and Jane Roberts who channeled the entities known as Seth. Eventually we joined a metaphysical study group that was just starting up. The people were from all walks of life as well as different ages. It was an interesting group for quite a while. Then the power plays began, the one-upmanship, the mind games, the untruths and more. We left before the group disbanded.
The time the group was good, I learned more and more. Mostly about people in groups like that. Some are good, some not. Some know and don’t say a lot; the ones that don’t know talk all the time. I learned not to pay serious attention to some guy engaging me in conversations that always seemed to end with, “come to my house and I’ll show you my meditation room. I can teach you some advanced techniques.” For the most part, it was a good experience that got a little weird near the end.
During that time, I dated a man who with two friends, (a husband and wife), had a ghost-busting company. If I remember correctly, this was after the Ghostbusters movie had come out. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of them at the time, but they were fun to be with. The wife of the friend and I were on good terms, and we all got along well.
One evening, they were preparing for some kind of ceremony, one that would help the wife’s mother cross over to the other side. Since her passing, she was constantly badgering her daughter, making her life miserable. The harassment had gotten too much, and it was time to put a stop to it if they could. As they were passing around the Holy Water, I told them to put some on me, too. We sat in a small circle on the floor and began our communication with the mother, who was actually channeled through her daughter. The mother was willing to speak with me and I told her how it was time for her to continue her journey and cross over. She didn’t really want to, didn’t want to leave her daughter, whom she felt couldn’t get by without her. It was very intense, but we talked and talked and finally I convinced her to cross over, and she did.
I don’t know what prompted me to include myself in that situation, but I was guided throughout the whole event. I seemed to just know what to do and what to say. I went into it willingly without even having a good understanding of what was going to happen. I know now that Spirit was guiding me the whole time but then, I didn’t have words to really describe what had happened. I was rather shocked by what we did, but not freaked out by that experience. I have had other situations I’ve gone through, and I feel that I have done them before, perhaps in other lifetimes. It’s the only explanation as to why I am not disturbed by them. I’ve been there before.
(I just realized something, that could have to do with the infrequency of these kinds of events. I drank a lot, through my twenties and thirties. It was a recreational activity for me, going to bars, drinking, shooting pool, dancing and flirting with the guys. Perhaps, just maybe, the alcohol kept my guides and whoever else wanted to communicate with me from reaching me. It doesn’t surprise me a bit if this is true. And it did keep me from following a more ‘spiritual lifestyle’, dimming my light and keeping me off my divine path. But it is said there are no mistakes on our journey; where we travel is where we are meant to be. And I was always a wild child so why stop being that way as an adult?)
Stay tuned for Part 2 coming soon. Many blessings to you!