EARLY IN LIFE

I hadn't planned on adding this here but here goes. I know a lot of people will think I am crazy and for years that kept me silent but I have come to the point of my life (old age I guess) that it doesn't matter any longer what other people think about me. Or even if they believe what I am going to write about. I can only tell you that I know all of it happened and I am adding this here not for others, not to convert anyone to what I believe, not to prove a point, but for no other reason then it feels like something I have to do for myself. I have always wanted to write a book about this part of my life. Every time I get started I never seem to finish it. As I said what I am about to relate is my story and it is true whether you tend to believe it or not.

Ask most anyone the question "Have you ever had anything happen to you that you couldn't explain or that you felt was contact with a more spiritual world then ours?" And you will find a most often then not they will say yes they have. I think the only person I have ever talked to about this fact who said no they had never seen a spirit but believed in it was my father. He said when he died if there was any truth in any of it he would come back and let me know. He did. Which I will explain in another chapter.

I guess there are certain things you are born with that if no one tells you It isn't true you are able to develop to different degrees. Are there natural psychics? The answer to that is of course yes. Everyone has a degree of knowing whether you want to call it by different names as "Mothers Instinct" "A Twin Connection" or just knowing or feeling something is going to happen. Maybe you have dreams that come about. There are different ways spirit informs you of things they feel you need to know in advance.

Angels talk to you in different ways and for different reasons and there are times it may take years to learn what they have to tell you. I have had angels who have helped me when I was lost both in reality and in spirit. I have had angels who have been as real as any one in my life ever was. I have had angels tell me of the future sometimes so I can change something and then sometimes so to let me know that it won't be such a shock when it does happen and also to prove to me they are real. For someone, as I have been, to be touched by the angels around me on a day by day event it took me years of study, doubt, practice and proof that yes, they are as real as you or I. I have come to know their touch, their whispers,their very presence with me wherever I go and for always.

I can almost remember from the moment of birth, but not quite. But I do remember when I was in a crib and I could see the dresser in my room the curtains so white and on the edge little figures of people from other country's, both on the curtains and the dresser. A little girl from Holland with a blue dress, white apron a little white dutch cap and wooden shoes. A little boy from Mexico with a straw hat, a cactus, and a little mule. He had a sombrero on and a colorful blanket over his shoulder. I asked my mother years later about this memory and she was so surprised that I could remember that far back. I also remember being little and riding out on my daddy's shoulders to the breakfast table. I remember in later years about the age of maybe 3 walking with my mother to get water from the well at the house where I was born and with my dad in a store with my arm stretched so high just to reach his hand. I remember a big step I use to sit on that I had a difficult time stepping up on it. Just recently I read this in my mothers diary on March 11, 1945 "It is so nice to have Thelma walking about, and she seldom falls now. She has difficulty in getting up the threshold in the kitchen between the dinning room" I was 1 year & 2 months old at that time.

Then in Alaska I can remember so much about the age of 3 1/2 I would get so tired of people asking me over and over because they couldn't understand what I was saying. One day about then my family took us on an Easter egg hunt. My mom, dad, older sister, Aunt and cousins went. I know one minute they were standing there and the next thing I knew there was no one around I knew. I felt so alone I started crying and running around looking for anyone I knew but also picking up colored eggs and putting them in my dress as I held the hem of it gathered up to hold them. Then I saw this tall beautiful women with long black hair in ringlets and a long white dress. She stopped and asked me if I was lost? I asked her who she was for she had called me by name. She replied she was a teacher and I knew my sister was in first grade at school so I thought it to be her teacher. I felt so safe holding her hand which is strange because I was so afraid of most people and would hide in my mothers skirt when people were around. She told me not to cry that she knew where my car was and would take me there. I felt secure and calm with her and stopped crying. We soon came to the fence where a slat was missing and she pointed to our car and told me I had to go and sit in the front seat of the car and my cousin Pete would come along soon and find me. I asked if she was going with me and she said no she couldn't go any further but she would watch over me so I was OK. I got in the car and waited and in a few minutes just like she had told me along came my cousin Pete. They all thought I was so smart to find my way back to the car, and I didn't tell them about the lady in the white dress I don't know why. I have seen pictures of her teacher and it was not her. But years later in a meditation class the same women came to me and told me that, yes, she was a teacher one of mine sent to help me when I was in need. She handed me a little gold key and said I had earned it.

That I have always thought of as the awakening of my gift that I had. It is a gift from God.I have found that children who are gifted with a very strong psychic ability can remember back as far as I can. And by the time they become a teenager they have had at least one experience as I did. Some even more. It at times seems so real it is hard to know if it was a person or spirit in that way children may not know the difference. I had a friend then that was named Chuck but no one else ever remembers any little boy like that.

I started school in 1951. I was almost 7 by then and I had wanted to start the year before, but because my birthday is in January, I had to wait a year. My older sister was already going to school so I was very disappointed that I couldn’t go any earlier. We were living in Orlando, Florida at the time. I remember crying when the first grade teacher had said I had to wait another year. She was so touched that for the rest of that year she sent work home with my sister for me and sent it back corrected. I can’t remember her name but I will never forget her.

When it did come time for me to start my family had moved back to Jefferson County, New York. We were living in the Rutland Center area and the teacher’s name was Mrs. Elizabeth Cook. She not only was my teacher but she taught the whole school. It was in a one room school house and I have always been so thankful for that experience. It had an old wood burning stove in the front of the room, a large black board, and the teachers desk was there. On the left side was the lower grades where I sat, I think there was one other first grade student that year. The older children sat on the right side.

As you came in the front door there was a coat room on one side and an old fashioned outside type toilet on the other side. No running water but a well in the front yard it also had a swing set , slide & etc in the back of the school. Everyone walked back and forth to school. It was to become one of the last schools of it’s kind in Jefferson County.

I didn't have another experience to tell about until I was 16. I did walk in my sleep a lot at age 11 - 12. But when I was 16 it really hit home. My grandmother Marjorie Irene Halliday Vincent used to sit around the table after lunch and tell us stories about growing up on Wolfe Island. We loved to listen and always encouraged more. She also would tell us our "fortune" with the tea leaves in the bottom of our cup. I used to love to get into the conversations she had about flying saucers, ghost and all those strange things. My grandparents (Moms parents) lived with us. There was the two of them mom,dad, my sister Nancy, me my younger brother Leon, sister Marjorie, and brother Linden at that time. Linden had been born with a staph infection but by 6 months it had healed. I had a cold one day and he was fussy I loved babies then and still do. I had always helped with them. We were laying on my moms bed and the family was in the dinning room I had just finished a cup of tea and the thought came to mind that if grandma could read tea leaves so could I. Upon looking into the tea cup it blurred and the word death went through my mind. I was surprised and I remember thinking where did that thought come from. My grandfather was in his 70's but I dismissed it thinking that it was just a bad thought. We went to bed and about 1:00 A.M. my bedroom was at the top of the stairs and I heard the baby coughing. He had had a cold for about two or three days. Mom had made the remark that night that they needed to take him to the doctor if he still was sick in the morning. So when I heard him cough I got out of bed and was going to go down or call down and see if he was OK. when I got to the top of the stairs I stopped and couldn't go any farther it was like some one had their arm extended and I couldn't pass. I heard a women say just as clear as can be and after 49 years it is still as clear in my mind. She said "Go back to bed honey we are taking care of him he is not your baby." Without question I turned and went back to bed and asleep. About 2:30 A.M. my grandmother woke us up and told us to come downstairs that something was wrong with the baby. I had taken CPR in school but with my bad cold I was afraid he would catch it. What unreal thoughts we think of at a time like that. Mom & dad had called the doctor (who still made house calls) and he came right over but Linden was already gone. His little hands were cold and stiff but I worried about his little bare foot getting cold as it was uncovered where he lay on our couch. It was my first encounter with death and that afternoon I was in my mothers bedroom all by myself and being that we were brought up to believe in god I asked with all my heart If you can show me God that he is OK I will also be OK. and before I could finish a cloud of dark electric feeling went from my head to toe and in seconds I was standing in the most beautiful meadow I have ever seen I could hear birds singing the most beautiful of melody's and so soothing and soft, children playing and laughing all so full of joy, healthy and full of life, I could see butterflies amongst the flowers the aroma from them was heavenly and the colors were of a brilliant color that I have never in this world ever seen anything to compare with it. Even the grass was of such a brilliant green, the clouds so white against the bluest of skies. And the feeling of peace and contentment that washed over me can not be described. And I knew in my heart he was OK. It happened in a matter of seconds but it left me with a feeling I have not forgotten and will never forget since then I have not had to fear death. I know in my heart I am not ready to die as yet I have so much I want to do yet, but I do not fear the thought of dying. And as I have lost my close relatives, grandparents, both parents, brother, sister, granddaughter and some very close friends I do not find my self in a heavy grief for them, for I know in my heart they still live on in this beautiful peaceful world. Yes, I cry at first but more for myself then for them for I will miss them so much until we are reunited again. I still feel them close around me , I dream at night of them and when I see or sense their spirit near it is always surrounded by a tremendous glowing blue white light. It is the light that leads you onward when you pass over to this place of wonder and peace.

In later years I spoke of this to my older sister Nancy and she related this story. My grandmother had slept with her that night because she was feeling sick and a short while before this grandma and her had also had a strange experience. They had overheard a flapping of wings and a slight humming sound or music like a small tinkling sound. Grandma had told Nancy it must be a bird or birds caught in the chimney that was near her room. My sister in later years said she then believed it was the sound of angels coming for him. For I now believe that at least one or two spirits of people you know or in his case with him being a baby the angels come near to help your soul divide itself from this worldly body that we are so attached to. In this way we are given help in the transition between what we know as this life and what we have come to call death. So there should never be a fear of it we only fear what is unknown.

The rest of my short stories of what I have so far experienced you will find in chapter 3. I have tried to keep them in order. and to explain as much as I can as I write. I hope you enjoy them, as I said weather or not you believe me really doesn't matter. But please try to keep an open mind.

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