Everything Comes Full Circle

It was in the fall of 2006, I had just given birth to a beautiful baby boy, only weeks old. Exhausted, I decided to relax in the bath tub. Given that my son was so young, I put the bassinette top into the bathroom and placed it on the side of the tub. As I was running the shampoo through my hair, I thought I heard something. I quickly dismissed it because my son and I were the only people home. A few moments later I submerged my head under water to rid myself of the bubbly mess I made upon my head. Sitting up in the warm water, I was alarmed by the sound of my bathroom sink water running.

After checking on my son, I stepped over the side of the tub and peeked around the corner as I flung the towel around me. I crept down the hall and the feeling of not being alone was very uncomfortable. After checking the house for intruders and finding nothing, I returned to my bath as if it was just one of those things.

That night I put my son to sleep and continued on with my normal, nightly routine and found myself drifting into a slumber somewhere around 9:30 pm. I woke up a few hours later puzzled by the dream I just had. A Woman in her early fifties made her presence known. In an unrelated dream she spoke as if she had lost someone and she told me she was sorry for any interruptions she may have caused. Just like that, she was gone. This had gone on for months to come. In those months things began to get even stranger as the unexplained happenings became more and more frequent. I found myself opening my front door to no one. My door bell would ring and there was knocking at my door but most of the time there was no one on the other side.

Two weeks after my very first dream about the older woman, my dreams became more intense. The woman who was looking for someone was convinced I knew where they were. I dreaded going to sleep, worried that she would return angry, and one night she did. I have always been a lucid dreamer so to me this became very real and very personal. The very next day, I was feeding my son and my phone rang. I jumped up because I had a feeling I needed to get to it in a hurry. When I put the phone to my ear and said hello, the phone was silent for a moment and just as I was about to hang up I heard someone say hello.

I returned the phone to my ear and once again tried to respond. After a couple seconds and three hellos, a recording played "Please Deposit thirty five cents" repeatedly.

Alarmed, I hung up the phone. As I returned to feeding my son, I had this overwhelming feeling that someone was standing right in front of me - someone who did not want to be seen. The phone calls went on for weeks and weeks, many times a day. I began to see shadows of people all around my house. The main spots were in my hallways and the front bathroom. I grew very scared at this point, even though whatever was going on never seemed harmful. None the less, being that I come from a very long line of mediums, I had personally never had this type of thing happen to me. I have been told by others that I have a gift.

I also realized this for myself when other happenings came forth. This was different and it concerned me. After speaking with my friends and family members, we decided it was time for a sleep over. I found myself alone the next morning and I knew something was going on for sure.

They too all had things happen that led them to believe that I was telling the truth. The morning after my friends were spooked off, things became more and more active. I could no longer bring myself to open the door, let alone answer the phone. I found myself slipping into a depression; I could not make sense of all that has been going on these last two months. That day, it was a Friday and my phone rang.

I decided to let the machine pick it up. What happened next was a series of events that would soon explain everything. "Hello, this is Sister Mary _____ I was just wondering if you were feeling well enough to go on our trip?" There was some static in the back ground and the phone suddenly hung up. Thinking it was just a wrong number, I thought nothing more of it.

Hours later I had returned home from shopping to find that my machine was on, replaying the message from the nun over and over. I thought to myself how this, combined with everything else that was going on, was related somehow. I snatched the phone from the wall and glanced at the caller I.D. Without hesitation, I returned the call. I was shocked when someone said Sister Mary _____ was ill and there was no way she could have called. Confused at this, I knew I needed to seek advice. Brain storming for over an hour, I decided to head over to the nearest hospital for chaplain help.

I did not know where else to go given the fact I am not a religious person, however I do consider myself spiritual. I called my friend to come and sit with my son and as soon as she arrived, I left for the hospital.

The drive was peaceful, even though my thoughts were rapid. How was I to explain the last few months and not seem insane? I was but five minutes from my destination when out of nowhere I was hit by another vehicle. I was not hurt nor was my car damaged, just a little shaken. I opened my car door wanting to exchange information and be on my way. As the man jogged over to me he repeated, "you are the one, you are the one".

I glanced up in such disbelief because when I saw his vehicle, there was bible verses painted all over it. I quickly exchanged information with him and was on my way. I arrived at the hospital in the late evening and asked to speak with the chaplain. Then, I sat down after I was told that the chaplain had to leave on short notice.

I could not help but feel an overwhelming sadness and disappointment in the pit of my stomach. I was heading towards the door when the same lady ran up to me and advised me that another chaplain from out of state had come in at the request of the regular chaplain. She said I could speak with him if I wanted and of course I said yes. The wait was not long and as I sat in the hall explaining my situation, I could see it in his eyes that something was wrong. I went on and on leaving no details untold and as I kept on about the lady in my dreams he began to cry. Scared that I had upset him, I asked if he was alright.

He stood up and asked me to come with him, I agreed. As we walked down the hall, we came to an empty room. Upon entering the room, he was wiping the tears from his eyes and he said to me, "I asked for a sign, oh how I prayed for something". I had to clarify what he was talking about and as he pulled his wallet from his pocket, I knew that there was some meaning to everything that was going on. He opened his wallet and pulled a picture from it while holding it to his chest. He informed me that I was a messenger. Confused, but open minded, I asked him why. As he turned the picture to me, my jaw dropped. The lady I had dreamt about for months was his wife. His wife had died tragically three months earlier. After everything that has happened, it was obvious that I was meant to deliver this message through the gift I was blessed with.