I have always known I was not like others I grew up with. I was raised in a small East Texas town where everyone knew everyone! The town held me a prisoner for 18 years, which for me was long enough. I've always felt I was destined for greatness, just not sure how and when. I moved about 45 miles west of my hometown to Shreveport, La, which is what we called the big city! I became friends with a girl who seemed to see the world as I did, just in her own way. She and I would spend time together talking about how strange events would happen to one another. She was a massage therapist at a local spiritual spa. One day I made an appointment to see her because my back was hurting immensely. She performed the usual massage along with realigning my chakra and bringing balance and clarity to my soul. It was amazing the way she was able to use her light to bring peace and calmness to others. Little did I know, I also brought along something else with me that day. For two nights following my visit, I would see and feel someone running and jumping in my bed, a little girl around five or six years old, at the same time each night. I was terrified to the point I was unable to sleep. Finally, around 3 am, I called my friend and told her what was happening to me. Without hesitation, she asked me specific questions like is she in a white dress? Does she have blond hair with a white bow in it? Is she running around the bed and laughing? I answered yes to all those questions then asked how she knew? My friend explained this little girl (spirit) has been with her for 2 weeks now. She said when we did your energy adjustment I felt her leave the room when you did. She also rd me the girl waived goodbye to my friend and thanked her.
I tried to figure out why this little girl needed to attach herself to me. About a week later, after I was able to hone into my powers, it happened. Suddenly I was with the little girl 300 miles from my house standing outside a burned down house in the year 1890. I was 24 at the time which meant it was 2004 when this took place. No one knew she was dead or that she even existed. Her father would lock her in a closet all day while he went to work. One day, the house caught fire and she burned to death locked in a closet unable to get out. Her father never told anyone of what he had done, so her soul wandered around lost. Within a millisecond, we were back in my bedroom only now the girl was black and covered in blood, her dress deleted to her body and her hair gone. She then smiled and I never saw her again. All she wanted was someone to know what had happened to her so long ago.
I'm glad your past that though and that you braught the little girl to peace.
I hope you've gathered some peace of your own as well. ❤