At the age of three, I can remember lying awake in my bed when my grandmother and another lady appeared to me. My grandmother said "Hi Mandy. It's Granny B..." The other chimed in, "and I'm your other grandma B. We want you know that we both love you and we'll always be here to watch over you..." I never thought it was strange. I just always thought I had two Granny B's, but I had never met the other one. I must have been about eight or nine years old when my mom explained to me that my father's real mother, Mildred died while giving birth to him. But Edna was his mother because she had raised him from birth and was the mother of his siblings. I told my mom that I already knew that I had two Granny B's. I don't remember how she reacted to that.
Growing up I always felt there was some sort of "connection" to myself and Mildred. I was dying to learn more about her but never wanted to ask for fear of bringing up old memories and feelings. At the age of 26, a few years after my grandfather's passing, my Granny B. brought over some photos of Mildred. She explained that they knew each other and were in fact close friends. As a child I couldn't understand why they both came to see me together. But after hearing that, things made more sense to me. Friendships and relationships can survive the afterlife.
At about 9 years old, I started getting these sinking feelings in the pit of my stomach that something bad was going to happen. Sometimes it would be nothing and sometimes it would be something. About a month ago, an incredibly sad feeling came over me at about 10:00 am on a Tuesday morning. I couldn't explain it but I felt like crying. A few days later, a close friend of mine called and said her father had passed on Tuesday morning. Then the following week I was anxious and very nervous and those same old sinking feelings came back. I was at the point where I was about to scream because I couldn't shake that feeling when my mom called and told me cousin was found dead in her apartment that morning.
I have had dreams that have come true before and have experienced extreme deja vu. But I will never forget the vivid dream I had one night. A funeral in the middle of a deep, green forest was taking place. It was raining and there was an open casket. And inside was a beating heart. The next morning my mother received a phone call. Her favorite uncle who lived in Oregon had suffered a heart attack and died.
At the age of 24, I started hearing voices as I would drift off to sleep. It started out with these voices saying a simple "Hello..." Then I heard my grandfather's voice say "Hi. How are you?" The more I started hearing these voices the more I would hear "Help me!" instead of "Hello..." Just this 4th of July I heard a voice say "My son. My son. I want to talk to my son..." Unfortunately, I am so startled by these voices that I lose concentration and cannot communicate back. I don't actively seek out these voices. They only come to me before dozing off to sleep. Recently, I was reflecting upon my cousin's life when I heard a familiar voice say "Everyone deserves to know the truth..."
Since then I have decided to do more to develop my gifts. I was ecstatic to come across this web site. So if any of you have any comments or suggestions to share, I would greatly appreciate it!