My Story Pt.1

✨ “…And you shall call his name Jesus.” ✨

I heard this and immediately opened my eyes. I was in my grandmother’s house in her dimly lit living room. It was night time and it looked like there were some guests over. I looked next to me where I had heard the sentence, and saw my brother sitting next to my grandmother on her couch as she read from a book. I was unable to say anything or move, but I looked back in front of me, feeling slumber creep over my body. Then I fell back asleep…

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It was night time at my house, and I heard little twinkling sounds, almost like teleportation music in kids shows, as I descended down onto my bed from the ceiling. I began to hear angels tell me I was getting too old to continue having those kinds of experiences. I finally landed on my bed, looked to my right and saw that my physical body was still in my bed asleep. I crawled back into my body as the angels continued to tell me I was getting too old for that now, before falling asleep.

How about we pause there.

The first memory I have of being on this planet was being at my grandmother’s house apparently as an infant. For some reason, the moment she spoke of Jesus, I woke up. But I remember being a baby so cozy and warm that I fell asleep easier than I ever have.

I remember many things from my infancy, though many scientists insist this is impossible. However this is simply part of the system I explained in the forward. Children and senior citizens have paranormal experiences far more often than adults and teenagers do. So, if society can implement a system to be sure these two groups of people are not only contained away from others, but have their words devalued, supernatural stories will not be shared as often.

I can remember many moments that are not things I “made up” as these moments are also on film. That is a positive thing about being born in a digital age. I have memories of an uncle I had from when I was barely even 1 years old. That uncle passed away, but I remembered him. My whole life my parents told me I was too young to remember him, but when we pulled out home videos of him I instantly remembered the entire scene which I was in too.

We cannot ignore children. This is a theme you’ll see throughout this whole book. If anyone, and I mean anyone, had taken me seriously as a child, it’s possible that a lot of things would be different.

When I first heard my grandmother say the sentence about Jesus, it’s like something forced me to wake up. I remember looking for Jesus, and wanting to see what my grandmother was talking about. There was never a time someone introduced Christ to me as a child, I’m blessed to be one of the people who grew up knowing him. I said my prayers every night when I was a baby with my older brother. “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep,” we’d recite. We went to church every Sunday and my mother listened to gospel music regularly in the car. I have always known Jesus, like many other people have.

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Astral projection is when you leave your body without dying and enter another dimension. This isn’t something I researched and tried to learn, this is something that has happened to me since I was a baby.
The only reason I really stopped projecting out of my body is because when I was about five, I asked my dad if he does too every night he said no. So I fought the feeling each night.

I don’t blame my parents for anything regarding this, I don’t know how they’d expect their daughter to end up being a prophetess who’s traveled interdimensionally so what were they supposed to say to me. My dad asked a lot of questions such as how does everything feel when it’s happening, but I know he didn’t truly understand the extent of things.

But I’m learning now that everything is the way it’s supposed to be.

I also want to make it clear that I didn’t understand what was happening at the time and I wasn’t used to this planet yet. I didn’t know what any of this was, as most kids don’t. I also don’t know how many times I had left my body as an infant/toddler, and the details about where I went have been completely wiped from my memory.
But I know where I went, I just don’t remember it, if that makes sense. I know I was with God, because I still miss him. But I don’t remember what anything looked like or what happened, I just remember going through my ceiling and descending down that night.

Angels are sent from God and I’m pretty sure they’re his sons. They’re powerful and it’s way more powerful than a “superpower”, they basically have power from the creator of all. I have seen an Angel but I did not see one that night, I only heard them. When you hear an Angel it isn’t an audible voice. It’s basically like a thought in your mind but you didn’t think it or a feeling you don’t feel. You may have heard the term “gut feeling” about decision making, and this is actually the closest thing I can use to explain what an angel’s voice sounds like. It is downloaded or programmed straight into you, but it also affects you.

The moment the angel said I was getting too old to keep having these experiences, I noticed that I had gotten bigger and I wasn’t a baby. The angel said “you don’t remember what happened because you’re getting older” and guess what?

My memories began to disappear.

I crawled over to my physical body as the words continued. Each sentence felt like fire going through my spirit, like that feeling that rushes through you right before you cry or scream.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep…

But I do remember. I remember that he said I wasn’t going to remember. I remember that happening to me. I remember that I wanted to go back up to see God, But I didn’t get to go. Nothing like that ever happened again until I was about fourteen years old.

What did the Angel look like?

There’s many different types of angels, even some that we probably don’t know about. I’m not sure what “kind” of angel the spirit I saw was. Honestly, because of the memory wiping I went through, I truly began to think that I had never really encountered this angel. It wasn’t until I got older and began to understand what I went though that I was able to realize that God didn’t want me to remember everything that Angel has done for me, right now at least.

But I do remember him.
My room was dark and I remember him sitting on my bedroom floor by the door. I had a nightlight and he sat next to it.

I want to make one thing very clear, everything I am telling you here are things I have experienced. I am not the only person who has had these experiences. I stated before, many people like me have been silenced either forcefully or emotionally. I understand people wanting to keep their reputation clean and not wanting to risk losing friends, their credibility, or anything because of their stories.

I am just not able to stay silent any longer.

Some of the things and spirits I speak about may sound familiar, as another person may have chosen to express themselves through art. Many people depict their experiences in different ways which is how they’re held as some genius artist. I am one of these people but I will be open about if I receive any art, unlike the people who take full credit today.

So what did the angel I saw that day look like?

He wore a very light blue suit which was made of light. If you can imagine a lamp in the shape of a suit, it was something like that. But he had on a hat which was what we’d call a top hat today. The hat was also glowing blue and very wide.

But the hat was part of his head, I’m pretty sure. I didn’t see any eyes. The hat also looks very similar to a UFO that is sitting on the angels shoulders.

He was sitting next to my nightlight, and pulling pieces of light off of the nightlight bulb, then juggling them around. Not normally as we’d juggle here, when he tossed them in the air they’d float slowly like a tissue almost. He had made at least ten different little orange orbs of light from the nightlight, all floating through the room.

This is the only moment I remember with the Angel, and I only remember this because I can remember that they told me I shouldn’t remember it anymore during the last experience.

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After this I didn’t have any spiritual encounters for a while, that I could still remember at least.

But one night when I was 3, I dreamt I was on a field trip with my daycare. It was an Apple orchard farm which we had actually taken a trip to the day before. I had a really fun time which is why I think I dreamt of it. But during the dream, for lunch we all went inside a barn and my teacher began pulling out McDonalds Fries and Nuggets for all of the children. I sat at the picnic table across from her, waiting for my fries.
That’s when I woke up.

But…the grass and hay stacks from my dream where in my bedroom. I remember looking around and thinking “maybe this is supposed to happen sometimes”, as I looked next to the haystack. There was a small four piece chicken nugget box sitting on the ground as soon as I reached for it, it faded away in my hand. As I looked around, the grass began to fade with each blink I took. I crawled back to my pillow and went to sleep, a little disappointed I didn’t get to eat any nuggets.

Experiencing these things before age five truly changed my perspective on life. This is why I don’t debate about the spirit world much, because there’s no debate for me. It’s like arguing with someone about if one of your family members exists or not. It feels foolish and not worth your time.
However I do still discuss and debate from time to time about different religious topics. I’m just at a point where I only debate with those who understand there is a spirit world.

The biggest mistake I ever made in life was forgetting God. As I became a teenager, I began mixing other spiritualities with my own believing that it will be okay. When you grow up believing in God or even encountering God from a young age, you can accidentally take the wisdom and love he’s given you for granted very easily. But I’ll explain that more later.

Because I almost didn’t even live to be a teenager.