"OUT OF THE DARKNESS" POST 1

Hello My friends,

This is the story of my life. A spiritual journey that has brought me to the person I am today. I hope you enjoy reading about my life as much as I enjoyed writing about it.

I was born in Jacksboro, TX on July, 6th 1958. I came into the world with many spiritual gifts.

At 4 or 5 years old, I was already frightening my mother so badly she thought I must surely have something terribly wrong with me. The way I would speak about things that had not happened yet with such conviction. I did not know that I was different than everyone else around me.  My abilities were later calmed whether with medicine or some other means. When around 12 years old, I began to have prophetic dreams or premonitions. Another ability I found I had was that I could feel  the vibration of our telephone simply by walking past it. I would automatically know that it was fixing to ring and also who was calling. This was back in the day of rotary phones, no screen giving up the name of the caller.

Since I could predict who was calling, my mother soon refused to let me answer the phone. I can understand how this may have been a little creepy for my parents. They did not understand at all how I was able to do this. All I knew was that it was a part of who I was. I did not think about the fact that I was different than other people. I just did not fit in. Over time as I got older, I felt all alone in my own little world. I built a wall of protection around my heart.  I grew up with a complex in regard to my mother. When I was 2, I had a sister born. I loved her dearly but moma seemed to prefer her to me. I, on the other hand, was the sparkle in my daddy's eye. I believed as a child, the distance I felt from my mother had something to do with the closeness I had to my father. I don't know. Even after my sister and I became adults, my mother would make excuses alot as to why she couldn't spend time with me. I found once, that on the same day she could not come over, she was spending time with my sister. This was like a knife that cut me deeply. I would always cry to myself, pick myself up and keep moving ahead. I had a very forgiving heart. Regardless of what the reasons were for it, my mother and I seemed more and more distant as time went on.