The Whispers

It was September 24, 2005. A friend came to my house to give me the bad news... Patty had been murdered. Shot it the face at point blank range by Sean, her boyfriend and her baby's Daddy.

I was in a state of disbelief and shock. This could not be real. My friend still had blood on his shirt from holding Patty until the paramedics and police showed up.

He was very upset and did not want to be alone. He asked me if I could stay with him at his house. I agreed.

Later that same evening he said he had to run out for a little bit. He said he would be back in about an hour. After he left, I was sitting cross legged in the middle of his bed facing the head board, feeling a little uncomfortable and nervous, thinking about Patty and what had happened.

I started hearing what sounded like a large door with loud creaking hinges slowly opening up and then slamming shut. I looked toward the head of the bed and I saw what looked like a wooden castle door. It was slowly creaking open and then it would slam shut. I sat there kind of amused with what I was seeing and hearing. (I have seen and heard strange things since I was 5 years old, so this was nothing new.)

I sat there, not moving, waiting to see what would happen next. All of a sudden from behind the door I could hear a lot of whispering. It slowly kept getting louder and louder. The door was now sitting slightly ajar but no longer moving.

Next, the ceiling of the bedroom started to bubble and swirl. The whispering was very loud but I could not understand any of it. Then, I saw arms and heads coming out of the distorted, swirling ceiling. There were thousands of souls trying to come through and they were all whispering to me.

I tried to hear what they were saying, but there were too many of them trying to communicate at once and it was very loud and disturbing.

After a few minutes of this, I tried telling them they needed to talk one at a time. They didn't listen. The whispering just got louder. Finally kind of freaked out and irritated, I raised both arms with my hands open toward them and I yelled "Either talk to me one at a time, or go away! I can't understand you unless you speak to me one at a time." More faces came out of the swirling bubbling mass of a ceiling, and looked at me, so, again I yelled "Talk to me one at a time, or just go away!"

They all stopped whispering, took a good long look at me, and then disappeared. The ceiling just closed up and they were gone. The door was gone and the room was silent.

1) I have had many occasions where I have seen see through people, dressed in strange clothing interacting with each other, I have been touched on the shoulder and arm when no one was there and I have heard whispers in the day and night. None of this scares me anymore. This was the first time I have ever had thousands try to tell me something all at the same time.

2) I've never known anyone with Leukemia but was able to tell a friend of mine to have her daughter tested for it and the test came back positive.

3) My Grandmother visited my room in Wyoming when she died in Oregon 20 minutes before my Mom got the phone call telling us she was dead.

4) I meet people for the first time and weird them out because I can tell them stories about them that I should not know.

I have no explanation as to why I can do, see, hear or know things. I have been called an old soul. I have memories from many lives that help me in this life. I am not sure I am a reincarnate but that would explain a lot to me, if I were.

I just wish I could find a way to be able to understand the voices from the other side. Sometimes there won't be any voices but it's like they think from inside my head and then I understand without there being any words.

I want to be able to do both.