~Connected~

Is it truly possible to be psychically connected to those we love? I've read many theories about this, but it is due to some experiences that I have had that I believe it is quite possible.

I have experienced this with both my eldest daughter and my dad.

There were a number of times where I would injure myself, not seriously; and without even knowing anything about it, my eldest daughter would come home from school and immediately ask what had happened. 

And of course, me being completely surprised at how she could have possibly known, would ask her what she was talking about. She would tell me that while at school she had suddenly had a feeling that something was "wrong" with me, or that something "had happened", and she demanded to know what it was. I had to admit, it was odd.

Yet, I too experienced this feeling with her. There were times when her and I were not together and I would immediately get a gut feeling that something was wrong. It was not until later that I would discover; while it was nothing serious, she had fallen and hurt herself. 

Most recently, some years ago, while going through a very harrowing time, I was not in a good place emotionally. I was in an abusive marriage and it had drained me of all hope. I was so drained that I was just about ready to give up the fight. I had given up on life and had convinced myself that the world would be a far better place without me in it.

I had even convinced myself that my children did not need me and would be much happier without me in their lives. Ridiculous I know, but I truly believed it. In fact, looking back I can't believe I ever believed that. I am ashamed to admit that while I had been blessed with excellent health, I didn't care. I truly did not care if I died. 

But you see, that's the thing about depression, it takes you to a depth you never thought possible. You can't even begin to imagine how horrible depression can be and how deep down it will take you until you go through it.

It was during this time that my parents were very worried about me, especially my dad. Looking back I can see just how difficult it must have been for them to watch me suffer like I was. 

Anyway, I was laying in my bedroom one afternoon and thinking about the various things that were occupying my mind. All of a sudden, as clear as day, I heard my dad say my name in a very concerned tone. 

I immediately turned over to look to my bedroom door. I assumed that he had come into my room. However, there was no one there. No one had come into my room. Yet, I distinctly heard my dad call my name. 

It startled me to say the very least, and I laid there for the longest time wondering what exactly I had heard, and why I had heard it.

It wasn't until a few hours later when my dad came by and told me that he had been thinking about me while at work and how worried he had been. 

He would call me every single day just to check in with me, and I would always answer the phone. We wouldn't really talk long, he would just call and ask me how I was doing. He'd ask me if I was still hanging in there, and encourage me to do so. He would then tell me how much he loved me and how much he and my family, especially my children needed me. 

But, that particular day I hadn't bothered to answer the phone. I just didn't feel up to talking. So, when he had called and I didn't answer the phone, he became very concerned.

Another incident with my dad occurred just a few years ago. I suddenly had this "knowing" that something wasn't right. I had a feeling that something was wrong. I immediately became worried and had no idea why. Just then the phone rang. I immediately grabbed it and said hello.

On the other end was a man. He began to explain that he was a paramedic, and that he was calling about my dad. He told me that while my dad seemed okay, he had experienced a fainting spell and they were taking him to the hospital to have him seen by a doctor, just to make sure he was okay. He told me that my dad had told him to call me, because I'm a nurse.

So, while I really have no explanation for these experiences, all I can say is that I happen to believe that we are somehow connected emotionally and psychically to our loved ones.

"Invisible threads are the strongest ties."
~Frederich Nietzsche~

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~Chosen~

There is much speculation and belief that prior to an incarnation into a life here on earth, we choose our loved ones.

Apparently, it is believed that we incarnate numerous times with many of the same loved ones and people that are imperative to our spiritual growth while here on earth.

While I can not say for certain whether or not it is true, I do have my own opinion, and I have to admit that I have in fact wondered if it is perhaps true. 

I don't know about you, but I have met people during my life, and immediately felt an instant connection. At other times, it is an instant familiarity with someone. Is it because I have known them before, perhaps in another incarnation? Who knows, but I think it's possible.

My brother had an experience many years ago that made him question this belief too. One night, during the Christmas holidays while sound asleep, he awoke slightly and noticed a child sitting on the foot of his bed. My brother was startled because he knew he was awake and knew that he was in fact looking at a child sitting on the foot of his bed.

He had no idea who the child was. While looking at the child, the child smiled and said, "Merry Christmas Daddy." Then, the child simply vanished.

My brother was startled and a bit weirded out. It didn't make any sense to him either. Who was that kid? While my brother had hopes of settling down one day, marrying and eventually having a child, he was not in a relationship at the time. He also had no immediate plans of having a child any time soon.

So, my brother was left wondering if perhaps he had been visited by the spirit of his child who simply was not yet born, but would be one day. My brother hung onto that experience and never forgot any part of it, including what the child looked like.

Fast forward a few years, and my brother was married. A few years later and he and his wife were blessed with a healthy, beautiful baby boy. And, oddly enough, as their little boy grew, by about the age of two, their son looked exactly like the child that visited my brother only a handful of years ago.

Even more odd was what my nephew told my brother a couple of years ago. 

When he was around 4 years of age, my nephew began talking one day out of the blue about how he remembered being in heaven before he was born. He also told my brother that he was the one who decided who his mommy and daddy would be. He said that he had told God who he wanted his mommy and daddy to be and that he had pointed them out to God. 

When talking about how he had pointed them out to God, he even referred to a t-shirt that my brother used to always wear, and a night shirt that my brother's wife used to always wear, long before he was even born.


Coincidence? Perhaps, but I really don't think so, and neither does my brother.



"Souls are poured from one into another of different kinds of bodies of the world."
~Jesus Christ: Gnostic Gospels~



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~A Red Scooter~

Every single one of my children, when very young, spoke of "another time", or "another life", and spoke of things that they really wouldn't have any way of knowing about at such a young age. 

I would never judge what they said, I would only listen with great interest, and at times found myself feeling very creeped out while they spoke of this other "time" or "life".   

They would insist about whatever it was they were talking about, as if they were truly recalling a very vivid memory.  To them it was very real.

After some reading, I began to develop a very strong belief in reincarnation.  I believe that we do live numerous lives, and for some reason, children sometimes carry the memory of a previous lifetime into their current lifetime. 

I found however, that while the memory is strong while they are young it tends to fade, as do the details, as they get older until the memory no longer exists. 

I have discovered that this isn't true of only my own children. From various stories and accounts I have read, it seems to occur amongst numerous other children from all over the world that have talked of previous incarnations. 

When my youngest daughter was all of 2 or 3 years of age, she would constantly ask about her red scooter.  I would tell her that she did not have a red scooter, and she would get really angry and upset about it and insist that she had a red scooter and she wanted to know where it was.  She wanted to know what I had done with it.

I would explain to her that she never owned or had a scooter, ever.  Yet, she would insist that she did. 

As she got a little older and was almost 5 or 6, she would still ask now and then about her red scooter.  As usual, I would explain to her that she never had a red scooter, that no one in our house had ever owned a scooter. 

Like always, she would get really upset and insist that she did and she wanted to know where it was, and wanted to know what I had done with it.  She began asking me if I had thrown it away and wanted to know why I wouldn't let her have it.

It was at this time, when insisting she had a red scooter, that she began talking about how she remembered always riding to her friend's house down the street on the scooter. 

She also informed me that she remembered how I was always telling her not to leave the scooter in the driveway because someone could drive over it when they pulled into our driveway.

I found her comments odd because she had never owned a scooter and certainly never rode one to any friend's house.  In fact, I would not allow either of my daughter's out of the house without me, unless it was to play in our backyard which was childproof, and completely fenced in with a 6ft. tall wooden privacy fence.

My eldest daughter would always laugh at my youngest daughter and say, "What are you talking about, you have never had a scooter."  And of course my youngest would get angry and insist that she did in fact have a red scooter and wanted to know why everyone kept saying that she didn't.

Thankfully, my daughter eventually just stopped talking about her red scooter and no longer asked about it.

It wasn't until she was almost 9 or 10 years of age that we were at a flea market one day, and while walking through the flea market we came upon a seller of antiques.  One of the items he was selling was an old looking red scooter.

My daughter saw it and eagerly ran to it.  She turned to me and with a big smile said, "Hey mom look!  This is exactly like the scooter I used to have, remember?"

I just looked at her, as did her dad and my eldest daughter.  I then told her, "No, you never had a scooter."  She just looked at me quizzically and said, "Really?  Then why do I remember having one?  I remember riding it up and down the street." 

The man selling the scooter approached us and asked if we were interested in buying it.  I told him no, but asked him about the age of the scooter. 

He told me that it was a child's Radio Line scooter and was from about the 1940s/1950s and was a very popular toy for kids.  Many kids had one back then.

I thanked him and we left.  My eldest daughter then commented, "Well that is weird."  My youngest daughter asked her what she was talking about. 

I then began telling my youngest daughter all about how when she was younger, she was forever asking about her red scooter, which she never owned.

My youngest daughter laughed and thought the entire thing was really funny.  She then said, "Gee mom, maybe I lived back then and had a red scooter." 

I looked at her, laughed and said, "I was just wondering the same thing myself."


My daughter is 17 now, and still gets a laugh out of her red scooter story.  She says that she has no idea why she ever thought she owned a red scooter, nor does she know where the belief came from. 


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~A Packed Suitcase~

I have no idea why, but when I was all of 6 years of age, I had a horrible fear of dying in a fire.  The fear for me was absolutely terrifying.

I could not explain it, nor could I understand it.  I simply had an irrational fear of a fire breaking out in my home and becoming trapped and dying.  I also feared trying to get out of the fire, but leaving something behind.

I also had visions, or more of what I thought was a memory of being in a log home and there being a fire.  The vision terrified me yet made no sense.  I had never been in a log home.  I had also never been in a fire.

I have no idea where the vision came from, it was simply in my mind and had been for quite some time.  I was convinced that I had at one time or another been in a fire. I even knew what I looked like at the time the fire happened and that I was a little girl then too. 

I "knew" this because I remembered it, it was a very strong vivid memory that I seemed to be recalling.  I even remembered what I was wearing.

I remembered it, and I knew that I did not want it to ever happen again.

Because of this fear, I kept a suitcase of mine packed with a few of my things, including some of my beloved stuffed animals.  I kept that suitcase on my bedroom floor in a spot where one could easily grab it if in a hurry.

I believed that in the event of a fire, I'd be able to grab my most prized possessions that were in that little suitcase of mine, and I could then flee safely.  And, nothing would get left behind.

My parents would ask me about this irrational fear of mine and yet I couldn't explain it.  I know it bothered them to see me so scared and worried over it.  Simply talking to my parents about it, I would become so upset that I would erupt into tears.

I remember one night while tucking me into bed, my dad asked me where my fear and vision had come from.  He wanted to know if I had seen something on television.  I told him no, I hadn't, and that was the truth.  I told him that I had no idea where my vision came from or why I thought what I did.  And I really didn't know or understand any of it.  But to me it was all very real.

Both my mom and dad would continually try and reassure me that I had nothing to fear, that our home had lots of big windows, working smoke detectors, and that if anything were to happen, we would all be able to get out safely. 

I was not so easily convinced and still insisted on keeping that little suitcase of mine packed "just in case."

One night while sleeping, I was awakened by a woman softly calling my name.  I was really tired and only opened my eyes slightly at first. 

I was laying in my bed on my left side, and when I opened my eyes, I saw what I can only describe as a beautiful woman in a soft billowy white gown, floating in the middle of my bedroom. 

She was beautiful, with long, dark brown hair that seemed to be blowing softly around her, and the long white gown she was wearing was blowing, billowing around her as well. 

Her eyes were beautiful and the brightest blue I had ever seen.  They almost seemed to sparkle.

There was a tremendous bright white light behind her and just slightly above her.  The light filled my entire room, it was so bright. 

I was not afraid at all.  I was completely awestruck and overwhelmed with feelings of love and complete calm.

She slowly floated down closer to me.  She sat down on the side of my bed and began stroking my forehead.

I was overcome with total calm and peacefulness.  I felt nothing but immense love emanating from this beautiful woman.  I immediately thought that she must be one of God's angels.

She smiled at me and said, "I want you to know that you are completely safe now.  No harm can come to you.  No harm will come to you.  Let go of your past and enjoy now." 

I felt so calm and sleepy.  She continued to gently stroke my forehead.  She then told me she loved me and did not want me to fear anymore. 

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.  When I awoke again, it was morning.

I looked over at my suitcase that was lying on my floor, and decided it was dumb to keep it packed, and I thought it was silly for me to be afraid. 

 

I immediately got out of my bed, went over and picked up the suitcase.  I placed the suitcase on my bed and began unpacking everything.

Later that morning my mom noticed the suitcase was no longer on my floor.  She asked me about it, and I told her that I wasn't scared anymore.  I told her all about the visit from the angel and I told her that I unpacked the suitcase and put everything away.

My mom just looked at me and said, "Really?"  I smiled and said, "Yep."

And I never suffered from that same fear again. 

 

 

 

 

 

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