Do You Remember How It All Started? My Back Story.

My back story started out with little things like knowing who was on the telephone the moment it rang. Or knowing what was in all of my Christmas and Birthday gifts before I opened them, which both infuriated and astounded my mother.

How Did You Know That You Were a Medium and Could Communicate with The “Other Side”? My Back Story

There was one experience that was angelic and amazing. This particular incident filled me with peace, however it also made me question everything I thought I knew about death. Even at a young age.

I was 6 or 7 years old

My parents had brought my siblings and I over to my Great Uncle’s place to comfort my father’s Aunt.

As the five of us walked into the apartment I remember feeling an overwhelming sense of grief wash over me heavily. I could  already ‘feel’ death at this age, although I did not know it at the time. However, as I would eventually learn, I was extremely Empathic. I could feel someone’s emotions and hear their thoughts when I got close to them, which would become very confusing in a group setting.

My family walked away from the front hall and into the living areas ahead of me. I stood frozen by the bedroom doorway just to the left of the front hall. I was watching my great uncle. He was sleeping in his bed flat on his back, covered in blankets, resting comfortably. He started to stir and awoke unexpectedly. He lifted his head and smiled wide at me. I heard a loving “hello sweetheart”. “Hi” I replied. I could sense that he was very happy. I smiled and waved animatedly back at him. After which, he went back to his peaceful sleep. He did not look sick to me, I noted.

Physically, I felt an overwhelming magnetism that kept me rooted to place. I could not look away from my great-uncle and I watched him sleep for what seemed like hours.

Suddenly, his body starting floating upwards.

He didn’t wake up or react in any way. He moved off of the bed and toward the ceiling… But he was floating horizontally – level, as if he was still laying on the bed, and he was still covered with blankets. He moved at a very slow rise.

Just before he floated through the ceiling he looked down at me. Animatedly, he smiled and waved again, looking so excited, so truly happy! I was smiling and waving back to him but then he floated out of sight. He was gone.

After looking at the empty bed again, the blankets gone, I left the bedroom to find my Mom. I approached her cautiously and quietly, determined to have her attention. She needed to know that Uncle said goodbye to me and left us to go to Heaven. I whispered in her ear,

“Uncle just went to Heaven”.

My mom answered me after a quick moment of trying to capture her composure with tears in her eyes, “Ah, Sweetheart, yes, he’s going to go to heaven soon”.

I responded a little more stubbornly, “NO! I just watched him go to Heaven!”

“No you didn’t, dear” my mother said.

I remember thinking, ‘How do you know what I saw? I’M THE ONE WHO SAW IT!’

“Mommy! Come with me, come see. I will show you where he was laying! The blankets are gone. I will show you where he floated up through the ceiling!”

“Oh Sweetheart!”, my mother continued, “No, he’s not laying there. He’s very sick and in the hospital.”

It took a few tries but eventually, having to prove to me that my great-uncle was not in the bed, she walked me back to the bedroom doorway. At his bedroom door, where I had just watched my uncle float up through the ceiling, my mother showed me that he indeed had not been laying in that bed. The blankets were still on it. It was perfectly made.

“I know that he’s not!” I said impatiently, “He’s not here anymore! I just watched him go to Heaven. He floated through the ceiling!”

Once again, my mother explained to me that he has been in the hospital for a while now, hasn’t been able to communicate to anyone and he was in a very deep sleep.

Even though I was so young…

I understood that our conversation was at a stalemate. It wasn’t as if I could show her anything that would prove what I witnessed to her. At this point, I relented and followed my mother out of the bedroom.

We walked back into the living and dining room area where, after a few minutes, the phone rang. My great aunt answered the call and when she hung up, she told us that it was the hospital… my great-uncle had just passed away.

My Mom immediately just looked at me with wide eyes and a freaked out expression on her face, just as I did to her… which of course, I then replied with “See? I told you!”

You can imagine my confusion though, as a child I couldn’t understand why I would see my great-uncle in the apartment when he was in the hospital. Of course, I know now that it was because I’m a Medium and he had passed away, but I didn’t know that then.

To this day, forty years later, I remember the vision as if it happened yesterday.