 I've always been interested in the paranormal, from a very young age I've been fascinated by the spirit world, angels, ghosts, aliens, past lives and divination.
At the age of six I met my Grandad George. I knew he was my Grandad even though I had never met him during his life time, but the way he talked to me when I was alone it could only ever be that he knew me. My parent's were so shocked when I told them that Grandad George talked to me that they took me to the doctor, thinking I was mentally ill. It wouldn't have been so bad but other things would happen to me that I couldn't explain.
I would see wonderful colours around everything I looked at, trees, plants, animals and people would all have their own colour signatures, even objects like park benches would glow in an eerie pale light. Most strange of all though were the colours that would come from sounds!!! Wispy clouds of colours would come tumbling from peoples mouths, dogs would bark in black and red clouds, airplanes would climb into the skies with a red and pink energy around the engines. I just thought everyone was seeing the same colours and it came as a shock when I was told it was only me who could see these amazing sights. I was 12 years old before I realized that what I was experiencing was simply the energy fields that are aura's.
I can also remember as a young child having a fascination with UFOs and aliens. I would search out second-hand book shops, my pocket money tightly grasped in my hand, looking for anything on the subject, reading over and over again encounters that people had had with life from other planets. I just knew that the universe was packed full of alien life.
By the time I was a teenager, the voices in my ear were a consent companion. Always talking, encouraging me to explore, ask questions and develop more and more understanding of the worlds we could see. My parents never ever saw the things I experienced. My father who was a good man fell ill with M.S and not only did his health go down hill, so did our relationship. He never had understood me, brought up with the idea that once you were dead that was the end of everything. He would often put me down because of my beliefs. Our relationship was so bad that by the time he died when I was eighteen, we would hardly speak. That could have well been the end of our time together, however to my greatest joy and what turned out to be a major turning point in my life, my dad came back.
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