I have always been aware of angels and spirits being by my side. As a little girl they were my friends and they would look after me, protecting me and comforting me when I was sad. Even then I was aware not to speak about these experiences, although I assumed everyone was the same and took it for granted, and all in my stride.
Looking back I was rather an odd child and although, I had friends I was a little shy and introverted. I have a tendency to pick up energies from people around me and I guess, as I child I did not really understand the meaning of such forceful energies and how to handle them. It was therefore easier to withdraw myself from the person or the situation. My grandad often would refer to me as having an old soul, as I appeared to understand grown up things, could read people and even predict future events. My parents put this down to just having a very good imagination.
I recall one incident, when I was about 4 or 5 years old, my auntie came to visit me in the middle of the night to inform me she had just died and to say goodbye to my parents and to thank them for their thoughts and kindness during her recent illness. I did not know this auntie well as she had lived abroad, so we did not see her often. She was the wife of my dad’s brother and the two couples had spent a lot of their youth together. My parents had visited my auntie in hospital that evening and both thought she looked and was getting better. My mum did not believe me when I woke her in the night to tell her my auntie had passed away and she ushered me back to bed. A few hours later my grandmother phoned to relay the news that my auntie had died at the precise time her spirit had visited me.
As I grew up, enjoying being a child (I had a lovely childhood with a loving family) I blanked out these abilities. Despite this I would still have moments of knowing I was protected by the angels that surrounded me, as they always answered my prayers and would warn me of any dangers. I recall when about 10 years old, we were on holiday and my dad was going in the sea for a swim. I followed him all the way down to the water’s edge begging him not to go in. I just knew he was in danger. Minutes after he entered the water a huge wave carried him out to sea. He is a strong swimmer, but on that day the currents were stronger. As I prayed for his safe return angels surrounded me comforting me that they would help him.
Fortunately he was able to hold on to a rock which suddenly appeared before him, until my uncle was able to reach him and help him to safety. As he was struggling to hold on to that rock I could see angels holding lovingly on to him.
Such incidents as this came and went, but I never really considered them to be anything other than normal. It was not until I was 17 when my spiritual awakening really began. At this time my dad was also on his own journey to spiritual awakening. He had come across a friend who happened to be a medium. He had known her for many years before being aware that she was a medium. I do not remember how it came to his attention, but this lovely lady played an influential role in my family’s life and I owe a great deal to her in my own spiritual development. As my dad became involved in spiritualism it helped me understand what I had experienced as a child. I was very interested and began to read books that involved anything spiritual. One of my favourites was the life story of the famous medium Doris Stokes. As my understanding for the supernatural grew, I also became a little afraid of its power and not knowing how to use it. Our medium friend told me that I would know when I was ready to accept my gift and I would be guided how to use it. She informed me that the spirits would have ways of doing this. Gosh how right she was as I started hearing voices calling me or telling me things that I could possible not know. They were never frightening, but were full of excitement as they realised they were getting through to me. Many a time I had to ask them to stop, which they did. Sometimes they mischievously hid items from me, only to turn up in an odd place. The incident that finally made me accept my spiritual ability was when I was out for a walk with my dog. I had just climbed a stile from the road into a field. This was one of my popular walks I took regularly. Suddenly I could hear the clipping of horses’ hooves on the road and what sounded like a carriage. Intrigued I went back to the stile to look in to the road, but could not see anything.
There was a driveway to a house adjacent to the road, but I could not see anything there either. I went back into the field, hearing children’s voices and a man shouting and whistling, but could still not see anything. The shouting and whistling grow louder as I witnessed my dog running around in circles as if she was chasing and playing with another dog. I grabbed my dog and ran all the way home.
After this experience I approached the medium friend, who was not surprised to see me. She guided me through my spiritual development, helping me appreciate and respect it. We held many spiritual meetings which helped me understand the meaning of life and death. I realised that we are all here for a reason but it is for us to find out what that reason is. Life is a journey and we learn and grow through our experiences and mistakes. The angels, our loved ones in spirit and spirit guides are always by our side, protecting us and guiding us, though they can never act without our permission as we all have the right to free will. We are often faced with choices in life in what road to take, although we will always eventually reach what path is intended for us. This is just the start of my spiritual journey which I will continue to share with you in further blogs.
Until now I have not spoken so openly of these experiences or of my spiritual awareness in fear of being ridiculed. As my abilities continue to grow I have found an inner strength and new found confidence to serve my purpose as a light worker, spreading joy, peace and hope to as many people as possible. In a world that unfortunately, sees so much sadness, hardship and destruction, the angels are working hard and calling upon fellow light workers to help them spread their divine and unconditional love to mankind. I have a passion for writing so I hope my words will touch hearts bringing snippets of joy, love and hope to all who are willing to read and listen.
Until my next blog, wishing you all peace and happiness.