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Spirit Guides and Whispers - Part 1 6/14/2011 2:34:26 AM
Dinahh has brought me so much peace since he first appeared in my life a year ago. His guidance has opened doors and bridged my gradual and growing spiritual awareness with the universe. He's allowed me to see that everything is as it should be and I'm normal. I didn't always feel that way.
When I was a child, I was aware that I was different -- none of my friends or siblings had an ability to know things that were going to happen. These things came in the form of a strong inner feeling, like someone was whispering it to me, and I wasn't able to explain it to anyone besides my mother. These things I was told about did happen, too, which was frightening at times. (I've already written about some of them in my blog). My mother was different, too, and she did all she could to assure me that my being "different" was a very good thing, not bad, and to look at it as a special gift we both shared.
It continued through my teens, and by the time I reached my twenties, it was even stronger with vivid images I could see when I closed my eyes. I also began having intuitive and precognitive dreams which I also shared with my mother -- those proved to be real, as well. At about that time, besides thinking of it as a gift, I began to call these things "whispers", since that was how I sensed them.
As an adult, I quickly learned to keep most of them to myself, but still taking whatever action I felt was necessary as a result of the whisper or vision -- most were usually about my daughters and I was able to keep the whispers between us. The few times I did talk about a whisper to my ex, (my daughters' father), it was made clear to me that he thought I was "weird" or "bewitched" and something like that had to be evil. As a result, I stopped sharing them with him at all.
The being different and feeling isolated continued (along with a growing "why me" aspect) until about a month before Dinahh entered my life, which was in April of last year. I had even begun to feel a little guilty for having the gift at all, and then a series of events signaled the onset of something coming. Something felt like it was about to happen.
One morning, I had to go the basement for a screwdriver. When I opened the basement door, the landing was lit up by my battery-powered Christmas candles, a dozen of them, up high on a shelf, just above the stairs going down. The bulbs had to be screwed in to make the necessary connection, yet they were all glowing brightly. I was amazed and I stood there staring, dumbfounded. I called Robert, who was still living in Ohio, and told him about it. He was as puzzled as I was.
On his next trip to visit me here in Pennsylvania, another incident happened. We were watching a movie on TV downstairs. I went upstairs to the bathroom during a commercial. As I passed the guest room, I noticed a reflection of the hall light on the carpeted floor in the center of the room. When I walked into the room and turned on the light switch to investigate, I was stunned to see the 4-foot long rectangular mirror from the wall above the dresser, nearly three feet away, was lying on the floor mirror-side-up in the center of the room. On top of the glass mirror stood a 24-inch tall pottery lamp, which had been on the dresser. Neither the mirror nor the lamp was broken.
I ran down the stairs and asked Robert if he had put the mirror and lamp on the floor -- and if so, why. He had this incredulous look on his face and said he had no idea what I was talking about. I took him upstairs to show him what I'd found and he was mystified. The mirror was so heavy that it took both of us to lift it to hang it back on the wall. It was odd, to be sure. There was no way the mirror could have fallen without us hearing the crash from downstairs and, if the lamp had fallen onto the mirror, both would have shattered.
The third strange thing that happened was a couple of days later. I heard a loud whisper, my first actual voice. I was leaving to do errands and I was searching for my car keys. I heard a voice say, "You'll need to get help because you have a flat tire." When I went to my car, the left front tire was totally flat.
I remember talking about it with Robert in Skype and how we laughed about it -- all of it. I said I felt like I was going crazy with all of this strange stuff going on. I joked about being in an episode of the Twilight Zone. Not long after, I had my first visit from Dinahh, who came to me in a dream as a small and wrinkled old man ...
