Didn’t everyone have a family that lived in the bedroom at the end of the hallway? I grew up an only child in a really old 3 bedroom house… so my parents kept all their junk in the extra bedroom… I knew there was more in that room than they admitted however. My mother would tell me that I was just being paranoid – hey thanks for the support MOM! My father pretended it wasn’t happening… way to show up for your kid’s mental health DAD!
I didn’t care what they said… I knew there was a family that lived there. The house was built in the mid 1800’s and rumored to have been a grainery for a period of time. I am not sure when the family lived there in three dimensions, but they were there in a very real spiritual sense while I lived there.
There was normal evidence of paranormal activity… hairspray cans spraying without physically touching it, dolls moving on their own. dogs growling at the corner… but I felt them. Amy was the daughter and she talked differently than I did. She was fascinating. My mother still calls her my imaginary friend – and it’s been 35 years. She isn’t much of a believer. As a matter of fact she still calls it that talking to dead people shit.
Turns out my dad’s family has a very strong connection, but it’s one of those things that isn’t spoken about… well I have always been the one to step out of line and not conform…. so as long as I can remember I have been a medium.
For years, I enjoyed the connection superficially, but when my 2 year old started to become agitated with the little girl who was with me and he wanted her to know I was his mommy – not hers (I don’t have any girls – in the living at least) I figured I better get a handle on this. So I started on my journey…
Now years later my children tolerate and even sometimes embrace the quirky connection I have with spirit and the unique experiences it brings. Sometimes I share with them what message spirit has for them, but most importantly I have taught them to accept their own messages and how to use those messages for service to the world and themselves.
My parents moved from that house 20+ years ago and now my cousin’s family (on the other side) has moved into it and they recently asked him if I had any weird experiences in that house… I guess the family in the junk room hasn’t moved out.
