~In the beginning~
A few things about my early childhood--
A spirit used to haunt my room, and I would have a really hard time sleeping in it. I’d just leave my room and fall asleep on the floor outside. After my parents did some praying for it and glued some magnets to my bed, it seemed to go away.
My mom’s friend stayed with us for a few years. Her room had crystals of every kind sitting on every available space, and other things too, including bowls for meditation, pendulums, and fairy bells. Her collection always fascinated me.
Once, my dad took three playing cards and asked me to predict which one was the Queen. He did this with me several times. I didn’t understand what he was doing, since to me I had no way of knowing, and he told me it was to exercise my “intuition.” I still didn’t understand, but looking back it seems somewhat significant to me.
Other than that, my parents didn’t really talk about paranormal things much.
Another time, I was alone in my room, playing. I don’t even remember how old I was… For some reason, I began to wonder what God was, and the words, “God is love.” came to me instantly. It felt true to me, resonating like a giant bell. It’s a knowing that I will never doubt.
