I was seven years old the first time I saw a figure hovering outside my window.� I couldn’t see its face, it had a black cloak on. It came through the window and touched my foot.� Two days later my coach had an accident and died.
A few years later I was sent to visit my dad and I saw a figure in my bed room staring at me.� It stayed there for a long time.� When I tried to yell nothing came out, but it never touched me.� After standing in the middle of my bedroom it finally disappeared.� The next day my mother got into a motorcycle accident and died twice before she was revived.� My dad flew me back to her and with the help of my grandmother she was back to normal in no time. From then on I started to be more aware of my surroundings and the signs that were left to me.�
While visiting my great grandmother, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw her walking across the dinning room telling me something.� She was an Indian and had a very deep accent so I couldn’t understand what she said.� I thought it was weird to see her walking cause at the time she was bed ridden and there were nurses that stayed with her round the clock.� I got up and followed her to the kitchen.� She was making soup.� I figured I must have been dreaming so I went back to bed.
The room was dark and had a lot of shadows,� one of which was familiar to me.� The figure came right out and grabbed my leg.� It startled me and I screamed.� One of the nurses ran in to comfort me.� Less than a week later she passed in her sleep.
I told my mother about the dream I had. My grandmother overheard the conversation and told me that in the old days they would make soup at midnight the day they buried their loved ones. My grandmother started asking me questions.� I told her about that night and she told me I had the gift and that I should learn how to use it.
A few years later, after I had my first son, my husband went out of town on a business trip.� That evening after I put him down to sleep I also went to bed.� Sometime during the night the room turned cold and I woke up.� The figure was standing over me staring at me.� I couldn’t move.� It bent down to touch me but I moved.� I jumped up out of bed and ran to my sons room.� I held him the rest of the night. The next morning I called my mother and told her about it.� Two hours later they found my uncle at the bottom of the stairs in his apartment.� He had a stroke but lived.
While I was pregnant with my second son, I was also taking some college courses at night.� I was walking down the hall way after one of my classes and I heard a voice calling from the end of the hall way.� No one was there. I suddenly had a premonition.� It was about my mother. She was in the hospital.� I thought I was just thinking about the first time she was there� and I thought that I was just remembering.
When I got home my husband told me that she was rushed to the hospital.� At the time I didn’t know it but she had been suffering from a liver disease,� her liver was failing.� The next day she had a liver transplant.� I slept in the hospital waiting room and the figure appeared to me this time in a dream.� He spoke and said it was not time and that he will not take her tonight.� I woke up and ran to her.� The liver she got was rejecting.� She was getting worse. They put her on a machine and the next morning they were going to turn the machines off.� I was her only voice and I told them to wait.� The next day she was better.� She had a bad reaction to the medicine and they tried something else.
Four years later I was driving to her house and I was on my cell phone talking to her and we were making plans.� I looked down at my clock radio on my car and it said 6:04.� I knew it was wrong.� I was on the phone with my mom and she told me that it was a little after 12.� I told her to write that time down for me.�� Two months later she died of complications of the liver.� She was pronounced dead at 6:04 am.
I don’t ever ignore the signs.� I am more in tone with them.� I am able to talk to my mother.� When something comes up like if I cant find something I will simply ask her and she directs me right to it.� I have seen the figure three times since my mother passed away.� Once when my grandfather died, once when my aunt had a heart attack and just last year when my husbands grandmother died.� When I have a premonition or “day dream” I pay very close attention.
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