“I loved America!” my grandma exclaimed not once, but twice, during a conversation about her arrival in this country*.
I made a deep dive into my journals last week looking for examples of experiences with loved ones in the nonphysical and quickly felt overwhelmed. There were way too many to count. How was I to share them and with whom?
For years, I kept the “woo woo” part of me under wraps…
When pigs fly—that’s the thought that came to me twenty-five years ago regarding the likelihood of ever growing any kind of garden.
They made a secret pact to allow for a remote possibility—that if something of Susan survived her death, in some mysterious way and at some meaningful moment she’d show up as an owl.
From my perspective, my father’s “last words,” turned out not to be his final ones.
My father, trusting in his intuition twenty-nine years ago, left me with a priceless, parting gift.
Some women are so intuitive that each is aware of the exact moment of her offspring’s conception…
The unexpected experience of finding the conscious part of myself floating up near a ceiling one afternoon is as vivid today as when it occurred over forty years ago.
Do any intuitives perch in the branches of your family tree?