My story begins with my great grandmother placing her hand on my mom's tummy when I was still inside and said it's going to be a girl. She died before I was born and her name was Nana McNeil. It was believe that she had a 'shine' on her and would occasionally have some prediction. I think whatever my experiences and abilities, they're because of her.
When I was about 5 or 6 years old, I recall having vivid dreams. I somehow knew that sitting 'Indian style' but with a step under my bottom and more on my knees and sitting straight up and holding my hands palms up thumb to finger was a real thing. I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew it was something people did. About 6 or 7 years old one night, I astral projected. I don't recall leaving or returning but it was very real. I floated down the stairs and I saw my parents in the living room and they paid no attention to me but our dog Mickey looked directly at me.
I also had the experience of Levitation. Perhaps I was wanting to travel outside my body, or whatever but I became aware without opening my eyes that I wasn't on my bed. The covers were pulling on me and that is how I know this was a real experience. I was too scared to open my eyes because I was afraid of seeing some creature or ghost trying to take me. I was quickly and gently placed back onto my bed and then got up and went to my parent's room and tried to wake them and said 'a witch tried to pick me up'.
I have many times had a word come to mind and then someone says it. I have a very strong intuition and have heard 'the voice' only once. My mother was ailing in health but still ambulatory and I was going to take a ride with her. I was in the passenger seat and was about to turn onto the street when a foreign and strong urging voice was telling me to 'get out' but I defied it thinking I'm having a strange experience. When we were on the highway, she lost control of the vehicle and it spun out. We were facing oncoming traffic during rush our but we made it to the shoulder and eventually our destination. I knew something wasn't right with her. I went to church and lit a candle for her and walking home three crows flew above me cawing. She died three days later around midnight. I prayed that she be taken because her suffering was enough. Later that evening I got the news she died.
After that, I was a wreck and my spirit was raw; feeling everything and hypersensitive. I could barely take it so I distanced myself and it got me through.
When my father's mother passed it was kind of sad but she lived a long life and had children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. After I got the news on the phone, I hung my head and cried a little, knowing I wasn't going to hug her anymore. Then, I smelled baking bread which she liked to bake. She could cook all kinds of things. But I wasn't sure I was really experiencing this so I checked out my apartment door to make sure it wasn't anyone else. It was certainly her coming to say her goodbyes.