Sparking My Curiosity
Years ago my friend loaned me her book on a famous medium and told me to read it. I
was completely fascinated by the book. I remember thinking, how in the world do
mediums do it? How do you see spirits? Isn’t that scary?
In my lifetime I can only remember seeing with my open eyes two times what I believe
to be as spirits. The first time happened when I was a young child, maybe 6 and it was a
shadow on the wall. I knew that no one in my family was standing in the hallway so I
hid under my covers with the lights on in my bedroom and yelled for my Mom.
Living in a Cemetery
Now would probably be a good time to mention that from my ages of 2-12 my family
lived in the caretaker quarters above a chapel in a cemetery.
Yes, you read that correctly! My Dad was the caretaker of a cemetery and I grew up
among the gravestones. Keep in mind that when you have lived somewhere like this as
a small child that it did not seem strange or weird at all to me or my brother and sister. It
was simply home, however different from most homes of my friends and when I pass
the house which is now just storage above a chapel, I have those deep-rooted
childhood memories that tug at my heartstrings. I actually thought of myself as very
lucky because I had this awesome and long ‘driveway’ to ride my bike!
We had a very large yard, beautiful green grass and a spectacular pine tree in a center
courtyard with a water fountain. Who is fortunate enough to have a large and beautiful
fountain in their front yard?
It was a very peaceful place. I am the oldest of 3 and I spent a great deal of time
hanging out by myself, reading and thinking in the surrounding woods or walking around
on the property. And want to know the coolest part? There was yet another cemetery
right next door! This one was a little more scary to me, it was much bigger than our
place but I could always hear my Mom calling my name for dinner.
So, I guess the background behind the shadows in the hallway that evening make a
little bit more sense now. It’s funny, as a woman now in my 40’s I sometimes forget and
when I mention to someone who didn’t know me as a kid that I grew up living in a
cemetery I get very strange looks. Perhaps as I am currently traveling along this
spiritual journey I am reminded that it really shouldn’t be such a coincidence that I had
such an unusual upbringing. So, did I see spirits when I lived in that cemetery for almost
10 years as a child? I struggle to remember how many times however I did ‘feel’ things
around me and as a result never once slept with my back towards the door. I always felt
like someone was watching me. My parents’ room was across the hall and it wasn’t until
my little sister was born and we shared a bed, that I felt I could actually get some real
sleep. It is very well-known in my family that I am an extremely ‘light sleeper’. I realize
even now as I type this that wherever I have lived, my side of the bed is always farthest
from the door.
