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… .. 🌌 .. 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. 🕊️ 🌟 🕊️ 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. 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