In any field there are good and bad. I've always been a spiritual individual, rather than religious. I started hearing spirit and having OB (out of body) experiences when I was little(about 8). Normally, I'd have no control of it and it would simply happen. Especially if I was at a relative's home and bored out of my mind. Before I knew it, I'd feel this rush and then I'd notice I was viewing things from the ceiling. As soon as that happened, I'd freak out a bit and come back into my body. It made me nauseous, so whenever I'd feel that rush, I'd talk myself out of it. "Don't go, don't go..."I began to see spirits, which scared the crap out of me until I got used to it. Then, at about 13, I started studying tarot, psychic development (which includes meditation--the chakras), astrology, gem power, herbs, numerology and Reiki. All this happened over many years.What happens to me isn't quite as dramatic as Melinda Gordon in GW. But I've had instances where I've been at an event talking with someone and a name will repeat over and over in my head. Finally,(this happened in the spring) I asked the person...do you know a Rose? And it turned out this woman's sister-in-law(Rose) had recently passed and wanted the person I was talking to to know how much she appreciated all that she did for her--and a lot of validating--and tears-- info came through. Of course, karma has a lot to do with what is revealed and what's kept hidden. For instance, I wish the spirits would have let me know my sister hadn't been going for her mammo's. But, it was her journey and so I was clueless. I did, however, always have the feeling that I was going to lose my husband. It was just a nagging feeling that followed me around. Around the same time my sis's cancer came back(3 yrs ago), my husband had a massive heart attack. (He was only 39) As soon as he complained his chest hurt, I called 911. My neighbor was--at the time--an ER nurse at the hosiptal he was brought to and she bumped him up right into an ambulance(which happened to be there for another patient) to take him to a better equipt hospital(for heart problems). A hospital, which his brother works as a tech in the OR, putting together the right teams for surgery. So, as my neighbor said, they have a phrase(nurses), "it was a perfect dance", or something like that meaning everything fell into place for him and he survived a triple bypass.The morning of his heart attack, I'd planned on going out. For some reason, I didn't. That was in Feb. '05. My sister passed that August. As I held her hand and told her it was okay to go, that Daddy and all our other relatives were waiting, she left her body.I could ramble on of all the things that've happened--feel free to email me if you'd like. For me, I know the soul lives on and if we listen, we can hear them.
