In the mean time I got the question below and thought I would do a quick answer entry.
"what were your experiences as a young kid with seeing, hearing or feeling entities, voices etc. how did you deal with it?"
I recall 3 particular events (experiences) when I was younger that, looking back at them, make a lot of sense now.
The first was when I very young (5 or 6). My parents were having friends over one night and were playing cards in the kitchen. I could hear all of them talking. I don't recall where my room was in relation to the kitchen but I think it was on the opposite side of the house. My mother had put me to bed earlier but I couldn't fall asleep. So, like any normal youngest, I started calling out for my parents. They couldn't hear me over their talking and the music, so I stood on my bed and started yelling for them. They still didn't hear me. After one loud yell I heard a voice in the corner of my room. "Shut up and lay down!" It was a male voice and one I had never heard before. No one had come into my room and I couldn't see into the corner as it was dark. I could still hear everyone talking in the kitchen. I was terrified. I laid down and didn't move. I never told parents what had happened. One thing to keep in mind is that this was way before any kind of baby monitoring system plus, I could tell it was not a transmitted voice. To this day, I still remember it like is was yesterday.
The second time was when we lived in a house in the Houston area. I think I was in 4th grade and I had been having problems sleeping. One night I got out of bed and looked out the window. My bedroom faced the front yard and had a full view of it. As I was looking out the window I notice a red glowing light moving in our yard. It would move from one end to the other. It would stop at the street and then move back toward the house. I watched it for what seemed like 10 minutes. Finally it stopped in the middle of the yard and just hoovered there. All the sudden it rushed toward my window. I stumbled backwards and fell into my bed. I worked up the courage to look to see if it was still there but it was gone. The next morning I told my dad about it. He said it was a bug or something. I told him no way, it was the size of a baseball and was red. He told me stop making stuff up and to stop lying to him.
The final instant happened when I was in 5th or 6th grade. We had just moved into our house in Austin and we had a huge backyard that bordered undeveloped wooden land. I was in the backyard playing and my dog started barking at the fence line. I went over and saw a little girl walking through the woods. She looked about my age and was wearing a white cotton dress. She started walking a circle around a tree and yelled "Hello". She turned, looked at me and smiled but didn't stop walking. I yelled out to her again and she stopped, then turned and glared at me. Her eyes were black and I was overcome with fear. I ran inside the house and told my mother. Naturally she didn't believe and told me I was just imagining things.
As I have said many times, I was raised very conservatively. I remember my dad telling me that no one would like me or other kids would make fun of me if I told them these things, So since my parents didn't believe me what could I do? I did the only thing I could and suppressed all these past experiences. I closed up and blocked things. I guess over the years I got so good at it that I could dismiss things without even realizing I was doing so. One of the most important things that I've learned through our experiences is to listen to my children when they speak of their experiences. Don't dismiss them and always be supportive and caring
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Thank you for writing about your childhood experiences. It helps me to understand what it might be like to have my own (if I've repressed them), and to not dismiss anything my kids might tell me that they have experienced.ReplyDelete
After the show & Amy's advice, things started to make sense and all the pieces fell together. Everything that happened to me in my childhood became clearer. I've also learned to never dismiss anything that girls tell me, regardless of how far fetched it made seem.ReplyDelete