I stopped half way home at my grandparent. It was around eleven PM and was exhausted when I arrived. My grandparent sleep in separate bedrooms as my grandfather snores when he sleeps and my grandmother is a light sleeper. I crawled in bed with my grandmother and soon drifted off to sleep. I woke up and looked at my grandmothers bedside clock it read 4:45 am.
I couldn’t believe it! What was I doing awake at this time, I asked myself. Then I heard my grandfather in the other room calling out something I couldn’t make out. I though maybe he was dreaming and laid my head back down. Then I realized my Grandmother had not heard this noise. My grandfather called out again that same in-audible sound. I figured this time, I better wake up my grandmother. I reached over and touched my grandmother’s shoulder and she jumped, startled at my touch. I explain I was hearing my grandfather calling out something I couldn’t understand.
My grandmother rushed to my Grandfathers side then to the phone to call the paramedics.Come to find out it was a code he called out if he was in trouble at night. He was calling out Miss Dale. My grandfather had just had a stroke his speech was slurred & his left side was paralyzed and couldn’t get out of bed. My aunt came by and said he was going to be fine that he would have to start taking medications to keep it from happening again.
How weird something like this would just so happen while I was there.
This is what is called synchronicity, or co-inkey-dink. However at the time I hadn’t a clue what that realy was.
I continued my journey home to Austin. I was 5 hours away from home and every thing I knew & loved! My home, my room, my bed! I wondered what had made me decide to go so far from home, from everything that meant so much to me. The call of the mountains surely wasn’t all that. Was it? Eighteen, what a truly awkward age it is.
After a few weeks at home I soon recalled why I moved away from my family.
Parents home, parents rules, and a teenager. The combination mixes a lot like water and oil. (ha ha ha)
I moved out, again but this time I stayed in the same town. Seemed I did learn something. I found a modest apartment, and it suited my needs. My needs to be out of my parents home.
The manager of the apartments I had just moved into and I soon became friends. I noticed she was different she was of pagan beliefs. I found this interesting and maybe a new twist on my own life. She taught me tarot cards, meditation and introduced me to the wonderful world of spirit communication. That one I knew fairly well already but still didn’t understand and had conflicts with it due to my babtist, catholic upbringing. ((Go figure!))
Also during this time I experienced a great scare. I learned that not all spirit communication is a good thing.
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