The Path of a Healer: My Miraculous Life: Part Three: Age 4-6: Big trigger warning

Hello brothers and sisters,

My story continues, we lived in that house until I was six. During my years there I was drawn to collecting stones and would collect them and then try to sell them to the neighbors. I also committed my first crime; I stole candy from the local market and got caught. I am glad I got caught as it made me never want to do it again.

I can remember always being boy crazy. I went to one of my brothers’ friends and his friend has a deaf brother who apparently liked me. He showed me this by climbing up a ladder and peeing on my head. I ran all the way home crying and mom put me in a bath. I remember using so much soap that my private area began burning. Another time the little boy across the street convinced me to look at his penis under the canopy. But the worst thing regarding that was the 13-year-old boy that convinced me to “Play" with him under the cherry tree behind our house. He molested me. I do not remember if he penetrated me, but I believe he did. I have held so much guilt over that my whole life because I had agreed to go down there to hang out with him and my sister liked him. However, I did not know that was what he meant by play.

My last day in that house was my first experience with clairaudience. I remember being out in the neighborhood and handing out flyers for some of my mom’s friends that were opening a pet store. But I got bored and went home. I thought my brother and sister were also out passing flyers, but my sister was at that boy’s apartment and my brother says he was at a friend’s. As I approach the house, I see my mom’s friend (the one with the Doberman) on the porch and I am told to go to the kitchen. As I get to the kitchen A male voice in my right ear tells me “Go out the back door and around to the front of the house NOW! So, I did. As I reached the front yard my mother and her friend (Later to be called Aunt) came running out frantically saying go find your brother and sister. From here I heard 3 different stories. My mother’s version: She was planning on leaving her girlfriend and when she tried to tell her they were in the bedroom and her girlfriend pulled out a gun and aimed it at her and they struggled with it, it went off. Had I still been standing in the kitchen the bullet would have hit me. The girlfriend turned the gun on herself and committed suicide. My “Aunt’s” version: The two of them had told the GF in the living room that mom was leaving her, the GF went into the bedroom, and they heard the gunshot, and my mother went in to check on her and found her. My actual Aunt, whom we went to her house after the incident says my mother told her that she was alone with the GF and had struggled with the gun and then the GF turned it on herself. She also mentioned my mother had not called the police before bringing us over to her house. At any rate I was interviewed by the police since I had been at the house, and I remember telling them about the voice telling me to leave.

We then moved into the “Aunts” house. Shortly after we moved there my spirit friend took me on a train to a place, I now believe may have been purgatory or waiting place. It was a long, long hallway with thousands of people. They were all just standing there. We came upon my uncle that I had loved dearly, and I knew he was okay. Then we came upon my mothers GF and I saw she was okay. I did not see my spirit friend again until recently when she stepped forward and introduced herself as one of my guides and finally told me her name, Emily.