Before I start I would like to say that all names in this journal have been changed due to the controversial issue and stigmas that come with this gift.
I know exactly what your thinking this girl is paranoid and doesn’t see or hear anything from people of the past. Let me give you a little background first. I grew up in a very small town of a population of about 2,700 currently. My childhood was normal if you ask me. I was raised catholic…. very catholic. I am ,besides this so called gift, normal beyond belief and slightly boring.
In the majority of books that I have read many that have the same condition I do start having it at a young age, I however did not. My childhood was normal, my pre-teen and into my mid-teen years were normal, it wasn’t until the night my sister died that thing started to change for me in a big way. I at the time was only 15 and my sister was 18.
Before I tell you what my first incident with the “other side” was I think I should tell you a little bit about my sister and the relationship we had. My sister was 3 years older than I was and we couldn’t have been anymore different. My sister, as my mom would say, threw huge waves when she entered a room. She was beautiful beyond belief. She had massive curly hair that was bordering on dreadlocks, brilliant green eyes, olive skin to die for, and a smile that could kill…. if you could get her to smile that is. She was above all more striking than I am or ever have been.
She was a very strong willed person. I think that is why my mother and my sister never really got along. My mother was hell bent on making my sister into the child of her dreams and my sister wanted to make sure my mother never got that. The day she turned 18, after a massive fight as usual, she packed her things and moved into my grandmothers house. My grandmother didn’t live very far away… just a few blocks, but this made a statement none the less.
The summer after Lowly graduated was full of good times…. that I can remember at least. In August she attended a concert with my cousin and due to a fatigued driver passed away early in the morning of August 24 2009.
Now let me tell you how I remember the night/ early morning of her passing:
I went to bed early… very early as usual. (I enjoy sleeping). As soon as I fell asleep I had a very strange feeling. At that time in my life I fell asleep very easily and for some reason I just couldn’t stop my mind from functioning at full speed. It could have been that school was supposed to start on the 25th and I felt like summer was ending too quickly. As I drifted off to sleep I was dreaming comfortably about a car ride. Nothing was really happening and to be honest I couldn’t see the driver of the car. All I could see was the road ahead and how clear it was. The music on the radio was calming and I slowly fell asleep. All of a sudden I felt a jerk. I was now rolling inside of the car. I felt myself headed toward the windshield and I put my hands out to protect myself, but I couldn’t. My body was still asleep. I was still asleep within my dream. Now I was watching from the outside of the car. I wasn’t watching myself, I was watching my sister. She flew out of the windshield and into the ditch where the car used to be and now I could see the car continue to roll…. I watched my cousin remove himself from the car and walk up to my sister. I could feel that she was no longer alive. This was when I was woke up by a light in my room being turned on.
I was in a deep sweat. I just watched my sister die in my sleep. I knew it was just a dream, but it felt extremely real. I had no idea that Lowly was even at a concert that she had ever left town…. I thought she was probably at my grandmothers asleep. My father had turned on my light to wake me up. I sat up in my bed and told him that it was freshman day and that I didn’t have school. When I finally opened my eyes…. I knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong. He had this sadness and terrified look on his face that I had never seen before. He told Lowly had been in an accident. I asked if she was okay and all he could tell me was that he didn’t know anything.
The next thing I remember was holding my father in the kitchen as tears jerked in his eyes. I told him that everything was fine and that she was okay, but in my mind I knew she wasn’t. I wasn’t sure if at the time what I had seem was really what had happened until 10:30 that morning. 6 hours after my sister had died my grandmother Eileen and I got a call from my father telling us that Todd, my cousin, was okay. My mother and father were headed to the hospital now to go see him. After the accident and everything was final I found out that what I had seen was exactly what had happened. My sister had passed away she didn’t die when she was ejected, but when she had landed in the ditch she had broken her neck. She died instantly. It explained the horrible pain in my neck after the dream I had. It was that night I had my first experience with premonitions. That dream haunted me for 3 years and every year on the 24th it haunts me one more time.
This was not the last time I had run ins with my sister’s spirit and I’m sure there will be many more. As I look back at it now, this was a door opener to me. Not just a door to the next chapter in my life, but a door to the other side also.
I will continue to bring you through my life experiences until we are up to date with my abilities, what I have found out about my families abilities, why things were hidden, how they are now, and where I stand with the spirit world as I attempt to expand my gift.