Thursday, 17 September 2009

Childhood Memories - - Dena Anderson

There are two things that I remember most about my childhood. One, I hated being a child "again". Two, I developed the ability to see and talk to the dead, more commonly known as channeling or mediumship. What I didn't realize at the time was the concept of past lives. Being little and not taken seriously, reincarnation was a foreign concept and not dinner table conversation. I would later learn that psychic abilities run on my mother's side of the family and in the women only. My belief in reincarnation and the ability to talk to the dead would carry into my adulthood. Most children lose any type of psychic abilities as they mature but mine stuck with me.

I had an intense dislike for being a child at an early age. I couldn't comprehend why I had to be small again. I had a hard time relating to other children my age. I felt that I had already done all of this before. Why did I have to do it all again? I was typically around adults more often than children my own age and could hold my own in conversation with them. I didn't know about reincarnation so I didn't understand why I felt the way I did. It was in my teen years that I started exploring other spiritual beliefs and when I learned about reincarnation. Finally, the confusion of my childhood and intense dislike of being little "again" made sense.

I was five years old when I saw my first spirit. We were living with my grandfather in the house where my grandmother had died. My grandmother passed away in January of 1968. I was born in 1972 and never knew her. I only knew who she was by the picture my mother had of her on my father's old stereo. I looked at that picture often. I always felt that I did know her in some way. It was a sense that she was there around me, watching me all the time. I never felt afraid, I felt protected and loved.
The first time I saw her was when I was five years old. It was late one evening and I was already in bed for the night. I remember sensing someone near my bed, possibly my mother. I opened my eyes and my grandmother was standing there smiling at me. I had absolutely no fear, I knew it was her and I knew she had come to visit me. We would have these visits often, she would always be smiling at me. She was clothed in a long white dress with a bright white light around her. She reminded me of an angel and I always felt safe when she would come. I would talk to her and she would nod her head as if she understood what I was telling her.

Grandmother would use another method to let me know she was around, the scent of lilacs. When my uncle was dying of AIDS the house would fill up with the scent. That is how I knew she was there for her son while he was dying. For most children this would be scary but for me it was normal. As the years passed she stopped visiting; but I retained the ability to see and hear spirits. I have never considered myself "normal", not with the ability that had been given to me. It took me quite some time to understand it and accept it as part of who I am. My childhood wasn't as common as every one else's and in retrospect I'm glad it wasn't. As an adult I can appreciate the experiences that I have had. They have shaped the spiritual paths I explore today and continue to open new doors of understanding.

Photo Credit: Pink Sherbet Photography on Flickr

About The Author: Ms. Anderson lives in Massachusetts with her two daughters, one mother, one sister, and three cats. She has been writing ever since she can remember and is currently working on her first book "Love Eternal". She hopes to have her degree in English before she leaves this life time. If not, there is always next life time. When she is not writing, she can be found scouring local cemeteries with her youngest daughter taking pictures and saying hello.