12 Sep The Beginning – My First Memory
I will be talking a lot about my experiences in my upcoming blogs. The first one I want to share with you is when this all started for me when I was 10 years old. This is my first memory that the other side was going to be a big part of my life.
My family was living in Nova Scotia on an army base called Cornwallis. My dad served in the Military for 20 years. I had a great family with loving parents who loved to laugh. Our home was a great place to grow up. When I was a child I had always had trouble falling asleep. My mind would race, my brain wouldn’t stop thinking, I would see and hear everything which I thought was my imagination working overtime. My mom would allow me to sleep with the hall light on because I was afraid of the dark. On this particular night I went to sleep fast which was particularly unusual for me. I was dreaming. My father’s family was raised on a farm in New Brunswick, and the dream took me back to that farm and Uncle Clayton taking us horseback riding. I saw Uncle Clayton so clear, standing beside a large horse, he was always smiling in the dream. And then suddenly I woke up and knew he had died. When I woke up my mother was running for the phone. Back in those days there was usually two phones, one in the kitchen hanging on the wall, and the other in your parent’s bedroom. My mom past my door on the way to answer the phone in her bedroom when I told her “Uncle Clayton is dead”. She told me to go back to sleep. That phone call was my father’s family telling her that Uncle Clayton just died in a car accident.
I don’t think it really meant anything to me at the time I was only 10 years old, it was just a matter of fact, a knowing. But that was when a switch was triggered in my consciousness that I wanted to know more about this strange thing that I just experienced. This experience wasn’t acceptable when I was growing up for many reasons like religion and fear. Not that I am poo pooing religion if it works for you God bless.
As years went by praying was a common thing for me. I was raised United, and my Mother Pentecostal. And now because I choose to be non-denominational I will always be using the term “God of my understanding”. I do believe in God and I work through the white light of the Holy Spirit.
I then prayed to the god of my understanding that he would continue to would work with me and to show me what I was suppose to do. I know some people call this a gift, I call it a CALLING. Just like some people want to be doctor’s, lawyer’s, nun’s etc. I just wanted to communicate and learn about the other side. I don’t know everything, when you are a medium or psychic a magic door doesn’t just open up and that individual knows all. We are just the messenger, we have to trust what spirit gives us and relay it back to the person who is receiving the message. So even as I talk to you, I am asking spirit to continue to work with me and to use me.
I pray that spirit will give you what you want and what you need.
Deborah Hooper
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