It Came To Me Again Today

 

 

 

I remember being very young. Under two years old. A time when I spoke with my mind. I used my eyes to communicate. It was effortless. But not many understood this.

Maybe just for a moment they would focus on me. They would seem to understand. Then they would move on. As if they had awoken from sleep state. I didn't understand.

I was here. I had a mission. It was known to me then.

I understood that!

 

I spoke with one who always answered me clearly. I knew the voice well. Very well. The voice was male. It was my total comfort.

When I questioned things HE guided me. HE was always with me. Always close. The things HE shared with me were simple.

I felt as I grew HE would show me this and that. HE never left me alone for a moment. I could feel HIS presence. As if we were in communion. A sacred and special place, a time of learning to be here. Every touch, smell and taste, everything I would feel even at that young age, I was making decisions.

 

I clearly remember one morning. This remembrance was more keen to me than any of the others I experienced in my life. As if I could go back to this one point in time in my life and know for sure I truly experienced all of this! I had experienced chocolate custard for the first time. It was an amazing taste to me. A custard that was cold and yet smooth and wonderfully pleasing. I was still very young at this point.

I said to HIM then, well, now, this is it then isn't it?

I have experienced all there is now.

Nothing could be better than this?

I felt HIS warm understanding as I spoke.

HE answered me. "No, Teri, there is so much more"!

I replied to HIM, but I don't want to stay any longer now. And how could there be more I thought? More than this? More than all I have already come to know? I have known love of Mother, Father, brothers and sisters. Food, drink, all the sweet tastes over this time here. Tears of pain and joy. Smells, colors and feelings. I restated to HIM, "I am done now". I'm ready to leave! Again, HE said, very firmly "no, This is another beginning".

This is a beginning, I questioned? I didn't want more, HE kindly demanded in his tone I should know more. Suddenly, trusting HIS authority I no longer questioned HIM.  

Gradually, the remembrance of these conversations and anointed times faded somewhat.

 

Years passed, and I would revisit these moments of complete awareness of HIM and our wonderful moments of truth and knowing. Words were never spoken. It was all through thought.

I didn't question it. It was familiar and normal for me. Comforting and encouraging.

Then life would continue and it seemed I would simply "forget" these times. But each time HE came back and awareness was with me again, It was as it always had been. Like nothing had changed. Even though it truly had.

I used to try to write my thoughts about all this, but things would happen so bizarre here on this side of knowing that I would lose heart.

I find such gratefulness in knowing and being here. It is a privilege. There is much here to know and accomplish yet many are not given to study and learning. Distractions are many and they are made specifically to distract us. 

We are on a spiritual journey. It seems to be disguised as "Life". But there is a reason each of us are here.

I have found the answer. Have you?

It's more than being awake and aware. So much more.

There is only one way. I hope you remember. I hope you find HIM. You already know HIM. HE's waiting for you to remember.

Your story is not much different than mine. We are all truly walking each other home! Home to Jesus, the author and finisher of your faith.



Paranormal Intervention and Protection.

 

It was 1969 and I was living with my Mother and her boyfriend. I had come home from school after a very hot, long day in a High School with no air conditioning. It was around 94 degrees in the shade. I was thinking I would cool down out in the back yard in the pool and at least get a good Florida tan if I had to sweat to death for the rest of the day.

 

So, like all kids coming home from school I did my chores, a few dishes and a load of laundry, then I took my history book outside with me to read as I sat in the chaise lounge. After about an hour or so of enjoying the Florida afternoon I came in the house to get a drink of Iced tea.

 

I remember walking into the house to see that my Mom's boyfriend was home early from work. I never liked being around him. He always made me uncomfortable. I could never put my finger on why I didn't like being around him, but this I know, no matter how hard I tried to accept him for my mothers sake I could not loose the creepy feeling I always had in his presence. Today he would confirm my reasons for feeling this way.

 

I had said hello to him when I saw him in the kitchen, and then made my way down the hall to my room. He was in my way and acted as if he wasn't going to let me pass him at first. I thought that odd but just went around him. He was always acting strange, I thought.

Coming out of my room now, I headed towards the kitchen to get my ice tea. I had to pass him again. I dreaded being within one foot of this creep.  Although I had tried to be nice he always made me feel so uncomfortable. I got as far as the closet door in the living room and all of a sudden for no reason he lunged towards me and threw me up against the wall. He was very strong and I tried to fight him off of me. He tried to rip my top off as he held me by the neck against the closet door with one hand. I was so shocked and stunned by what he was doing I started to scream at the top of my lungs. He then tried to rip my pants off me. He hit my face with his free hand and told me to shut up!

All of a sudden the strangest thing happened! Right before my very eyes he turned white! Like he saw a ghost! He was just staring at me. He literally froze! His eyes were full of fear! He didn't move a muscle. He took his hand off my neck for a split second and I heard someone say to me "RUN". And I did! Right to the front door and out into the front yard.

I then ran to a neighbors house and called my Mom at work.

I told her what had just happened.

Both my Mother and I were sure that it was GOD himself who protected me from her boy friends abuse, GOD told me to run!

Out of a very horrible scenario the Almighty Protected me and made a way out for me to safety. I am eternally grateful!

Life has many lessons to teach us, we're all on a different course but headed to the same destination. It's comforting to know that we really are never alone.

And I take great peace in knowing

GOD is for me!

 

The Proclimation

I was 13 years old and my Mother and I were heading out to visit a new psychic she had made an appointment with. I had no clue what a psychic was. My Mother was in such a hurry to meet this new woman, "Miriam". It was all she could talk about. I remember my Mom telling me that Miriam had great powers with the "other side" whatever that meant, and it had taken her nearly 6 months to book this appointment. To say the least my Mother was extremely excited and here we were driving to the North East section of our city to see this "wonderful" woman. I was feeling very confused. I just didn't understand what all this fuss was really all about.

The North East area of our city was known for it's enchanting homes. I thought, well, at least she'll have a nice house to wait in.

I had no idea what my Mom's excitement was really all about. At 13 there isn't much to know about these things. They just didn't concern me. I was thinking, "Oh great. I'll sit and wait for hours as my Mom and Miriam go do whatever it is psychic's do with the other side"! Needless to say, for me it was simply going to be scary, weird and boring!

 

My Mom had fed me so full of stories about Miriam, she said this woman would talk to the dead and share what they tell her! Sounded weird and scary to me. I wasn't looking forward to waiting in the front room alone like my Mom had told me too, while she was in the back room with dead people talking to Miriam!

So I drove along to this house of high strangeness and didn't speak nary a word to my Mom the whole trip there.  

My young mind was just racing.

As we pulled up to the driveway and beheld the house we were amazed at how pretty it was. Lush landscaping and the home was well taken care of. Beautiful potted plants and various wonderful trees of all kinds. My Mom gave me her last minute instructions.

"Do not say a word when we get inside. Be kind and take a seat immediately and be quite. Don't  come bother us while we are in the back room"! I had heard these instructions a time or two before so I nodded my head and hesitantly followed my Mom up to the front door.

On the front door to this massive home was a pretty framed note. It said,

"Come in, sit down in the foyer and Miriam will be with you at your appointed time". We both looked at each other and whispered, O.K. that's odd.

Then I made my last attempt at not going inside.

 

That seemed really creepy to me, I was starting to get a lot more nervous. I told my Mom I would wait in the car. She was insistent I keep myself quite and proper and sit inside and wait. I remember asking her, well, actually begging her to let me sit in the car. She would simply not allow for this. I was making her angry. She again said sternly, "be quite and behave"!

I felt as if I wanted to run to the car. She gave me that "look" Mom's can give you when you're on their last nerve!

 

My Mother opened the door and we walked quietly inside. The room was huge and so spacious and open. There were a few trees in the room in large pots, they really made a statement! There were beautiful large carpets that lay on the floor, beautiful furnishings and pictures adorned this lovely home. The house had a peculiar smell to it. Like an incense kind of smell. We both  took a seat on a lovely tufted bench in the foyer and in the deafening silence of this huge home, we could hear the ringing of bells like wind chimes, that was the only noise at all, so we waited. Like the sign said to!

We were about five minutes early when we arrived so after about four and one half minutes, we heard a yell from the back room, It shocked us both, even though she was right on point, "Welcome, I will be with you in just a minute". Her voice kind of sang as she spoke, she sounded pleasant enough, was that Miriam?

And with that this Old grey haired woman dressed in a long flowing gown type of dress made her entrance and came around the corner. Her nails were long and painted and she wore sandals with matching polish on her toes.  She had a huge smile, but she was staring at me the whole time. She was truly staring.

My Mother stood up and began to approach her to introduce herself to her, and as she was speaking, Miriam stopped dead in her tracks while looking over at me and screamed out loud! I mean actually screamed, like she had just seen a ghost!

(I thought I was going to faint she scared me so) She said:

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE MARY, "OH MY GOD MARY, LOOK HERE, THIS CHILD WITH YOU IS A CHILD OF GOD! SHE IS VERY SPECIAL, I HAVE NEVER SEEN GOD ON ANY HUMAN BEING LIKE I SEE HIM HERE WITH HER! SHE IS WHITE LIGHT LIKE I HAVE NEVER SEE IN CHILDREN!

I was still holding my breath from the scare of this strange woman yelling and pointing at me! I was shocked, to say the least. What was she talking about? ME?  White light? What is that? GOD? How does she know this?

Then something happened I will truly never forget. My Mother quickly spoke back and became indignant and said very matter of fact, "well Miriam, I did not bring her here to be read!

 I want you to read me!

 

With that Miriam looked strangely at my Mother and said "but Mary", this child is different! My Mom responded, we are wasting my allotted time here. I've waited for months to be here with you!

So Miriam said, very well, yes you have, she composed herself and said, I am just stunned with the light this child has around her, her aura is huge! You must bring her back for me!

With that Mom and Miriam disappeared down the hallway and I heard a door close. Then silence again. All I could hear was my pounding heart! I waited at least an hour sitting on the bench alone. I sat thinking about what this woman had said and really mostly how she said it.  I didn't understand a word of it.

My Mother came down the hall alone with Miriam following behind her a moment later. She asked my Mothers permission to read me. My mother said No, I haven't the money for it. Then my Mom looked at me and could see I was very much afraid of this woman who screamed and startled the dickens out of me. I must have had a very petrified look on my face. Then Miriam offered to read for me for free. My Mother said, No, we have to get back so I can go to work. Miriam asked her to make an appointment with us then at a later date.  My Mother hesitated and said she would call her. With that my Mom said, come on Teri we have to go. My Mom seemed almost as if she was in a hurry to leave. She thanked Miriam again and said goodbye, and we left.

My Mom said almost nothing the whole way home. She looked troubled. I was in fear of asking what the dead had said, so I kept quite.

We never spoke of the visit to Miriam's again, until many years later, while I was in my 50's. My Mother had said she had had a very similar odd experience with me the day I was born. The Doctor and nurses made odd comments to her about me, they told her it was like watching a miracle. She explained you have always been different. I just laughed and took her words into stride.

All Mothers feel that way, don't they?

She told me then at this discussion it would be me who would be the one with her at the end of her life. She had always known that. I would be the one chosen to be with her as she moved into the unknown realms. I assured my Mother then, because I didn't want to have that conversation with her, yes, Mom, I will be there with you.  I am here for you now and will always be.

She smiled and we never talked about any of this again.

I actually was the one at my Mothers bedside when she passed.

But that's another story.