Read another story that reminded me of more stories.

In my readings last night, I read about someone who had been through some fall, yet felt like someone had set them down so lightly. This reminded me of a few incidents. When I was pregnant with Kyle, I was playing outside in our yard at our acreage in Ardrossan. I was chasing Cory and our two aussie sheps were running around having fun. There was a bit of a hill and I tripped...everything after that felt like slow motion. I should have fallen really hard on my arse the way I had fell...BUT instead, my larger Aussie Shep, Schnikers had somehow ran behind me and braced my fall in such a way that it felt that first my bum landed on him then my upper legs, the backs of my knees and finally my calves and feet. There I was sitting on the ground with absolutely no pain wondering what just happened. I literally felt like I had not fallen at all, but was set down as lightly as humanly possible on a cotton puff! I will never forget the experience of it and how soft my landing was and how slow I perceived the whole experience to be.

There was the time where I was turning left on Vancouver Island with the 2 boys and I am not sure if Kara was born yet. There was no left turn lane as it was off the small highway. I had checked my rear view mirror just prior and saw nothing. Suddenly, a pick up truck went...and this will sound very strange...but right through my van is what it seemed like. I remember seeing him come out straight in front of me and was doing such high speeds. I turned left and parked the van. I still remember my feeling I had of what the heck just happened! I had stayed there awhile trying to make sense of what truly happened as OBVIOUSLY it didn't really go through my van...did it? I sat there and pondered it and wondered why we weren't all in a severe accident. I could not wrap my head around it nor can I now.

THere was a time when I was living with my mom and sister and brother in our house. I had made french fries. I had the grease getting hot on the stove. I was upset about my dad and was talking to my mom. Suddenly I saw a HUGE flame coming from the kitchen as we were sitting in the livingroom. I got to the kitchen SO fast and the flames were up to the ceiling and spreading outward. A very large flame. I grabbed the pot with y hands on either side of it and carried it to the sink. I then put the lid on it I believe or a towel. I got the flame out somehow. Now, I would THINK that a pot of grease on fire would be rather hot. Yet I sustained only one tiny burn on the TOP of my hand by my knuckle. How did I move the pot and not sustain any burns on my hands OR on my body from moving a flame taller than the ceiling that I would think would have blown back towards my face and body. Yet only one tiny burn. I was always flabbergasted about that as well.

So many stories.

More pieces keep coming together

OK, I 'happened' to watch the show The Long Island Medium and it got me thinking about how I relate to my mom through dimes and my grandma through ones and my grandpa through butter. I somehow got online tonight and searched some links. Well one thing led to another and I learned that what I experienced the day before my mom's funeral when I felt paralyzed in the bed yet saw an apparition which I knew was her, is normal and is called sleep paralysis and can happen when someone has died. I was awake yet remember NOT being able to move my body as desperately as I wanted to. I was not scared of this apparition, but wanted to reach out yet my body was absolutely glued to the bed! I saw it/her walk in the room and walk by Maureen's dresser and by the window and wander around for awhile. The whole time being absolutely frozen in my body with only my eyes watching. I never researched this before, but bumped into it tonight and studies have been done on this! Then I figure I should try and understand all the weird 'travel' I did in my childhood. I VIVIDLY remember being scared...and I do mean SCARED to go to sleep at night. The reason being is that I knew I would be going for that 'ride' again. Now this ride was absolutely terrifying to me. Even though I enjoyed getting to the destination.

What it was, and this is how I always remember it before ever researching it and getting any other names for it so this is MY childhood description. I would be scared to fall asleep, inevitably, I would fall asleep and then the journey would begin. I would start racing in what was the fastest roller coaster ride ever. It would go on for quite some time and was absolutely terrifying to me. It would be in a tunnel. It was lightening speed fast. I would eventually arrive at my destination after this terrifying ride. The destination was pure peace and white. There would be a 'being' there. To say it was Jesus would be presuming too much. But there was a being and I remember pure peace and joy and just it was all white. Somehow the shape of the white being was differentiated from all the other white around it. I only remember it opening its arms for me and me being about 10' from it. These trips went on for months and months. This is why I remember it so vividly. It was NOT a one time deal. This happened every single night. I am certain I must have mentioned it to my mom. I was that terrified. I knew the end result was good, but goodness, it really was a scary trip and I felt like I was holding on for dear life! Now, of course I lived a life of abuse and lack of love. I wonder why I experienced this. And did I interact ever with this being and gain any knowledge or wisdom that I have put into my subconscious somewhere?

I have never told anyone this story till recently. It is THAT bizarre and how do you tell people you believe, somehow, you went to heaven. And not only once, but every night and that the ride there is terrifying!! Who on earth is going to believe you??!! Now I did put on my rosary one day I got for gr. 2 Communion and told the older grades at school that I had been to heaven that night. They all thought I was nuts. I swore Jesus had given it to me even though I knew my mom gave it to me. Did I think Jesus gave it to my mom?? I have no idea of all my thought processes and can only piece together the events I do recollect that are still vivid memories to me. Wow. So many weird experiences in my life. So much I have never talked about and so much I just passed off as not real.

Well, I have had SO many now and cannot pass them off as not real. I know that they are and were in fact real! Why is it that I have experienced so many different ones? The Spiritual Travel as they call it online...the Sleeping Paralysis while being visited by my mom...all the dimes...all the ones...my grandma coming back the night she died and the next day...the dream about Cory...the 8 months I spent talking with my mom...which I read about tonight as actually conversing with her and it was not a dream. I knew this intuitively, but read about the actual actuality of it happening. And how I 'spoke' with her nightly UNTIL I made the dime connection 8 months later. Then and this is yet something else I just learnt recently through Cory's last SEA Lisa, that I had had a 'Kundalini Awakening' upon putting the dime in the wine bottle that night. I had told her how I knew it was my mom sending me the dimes when that one night I put it in the wine bottle as normal and then BOOM, I had experienced a white light and an electric shock that threw me onto my bed. And with that was a complete certainty and knowing that these dimes were from my mom. I called Kevin immediately to tell him what happened as I was so happy. Somehow finding 4 dimes a week for 8 months wasn't explanation enough...or that I talked with her every night during that time.

Right after that, my dime finds went down to about 2/wk and I no longer spoke with her in my 'dreams'. It was like she was waiting for me to move on before she could move on. All this is all amazing to me and I only am recording it as it happened to me. I of course didn't even know other people found dimes until Sept. 2010 when a haphazard meeting with Marilyn at West Ed. (where I had found yet another dime) had her email me a blog about people who find dimes. And another sheet showing the significance of the number 10. I then eventually searched Facebook and found a Dime Finding group on there! I was SO blown away that there were others! I had no idea. I mean, I had met someone once at a mall and I found a dime and told her about it and she told me her husband finds dimes and was going to write a book about it and I was SO excited! I should have gotten his name. Just so many things we don't understand, that is for sure. But some things can't be proven with science. I know what I have experienced and gone through and they are nothing short of amazing and 'out of this world.'