When I was six years old I dreamt that I left my body and started to wonder around the house as if I was awake. I remember at one time standing by bedroom watching myself sleeping; it was scary to see your own body asleep. These events in my dreams continue and progressed I would leave the house and go to places I never been to.
I started to meet people during my forays outside of my body. In one of these forays I met an middle age Native American man would watch me and make sure I was not harmed. I do not remember much about my mentor and I only met him when I was sleeping. A medicine man for his people and it was not safe to travel. I remember that he spoke of the Great Spirit and the reason why I need to learn about the place I am in. "Not all spirits are good." At this point I started call these dreams as "waking Dreams" meaning I am not sleeping where I was more awake.
In my travels my mentor was not always with me. I met a boy about my age who been my age. He was dressed in old overall jeans and this boy to take delight causing pain in others. This is where my memory went blank all I know the boy is gone one day and I will never see him again. In years pass the spirit of the boy was removed from this world to prevent from harming. I do not remember what happen to the boy but Mentor said nothing about the matter.
Years past my gift took to many places some all over the world and the spirit world. In great many people die suddenly and souls moved on to the next world. My mentor taught me to heal people immortal souls not their mortal body.
After many years growing up and started to meet different spirits some were not human. Then these spirits became my teachers, friends, and my guides.
It saddens me how my other childhood home became so dangerous. I believe the danger of the physical world and Spirit world are spill into each other.