On returning home I realized I had changed. I could see people that others could not. Hear sounds others couldn't hear and sense things others couldn't. This change in my perceptions was rather difficult for me to accept at this young age and I tended after a while to keep my own council.

Approximately eleven months after my experience my great grandmother passed over and a few days after the funeral, I woke in the middle of the night to see my great grandmother standing smiling at me, at the bottom of my bed. She had a long white gown on with a ruffle neckline and long sleeves. At the time I was shocked and surprised to see her. Like many children I took the path of putting my head under the bedclothes, and waited for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was perhaps just a few minutes, before I plucked up courage to peep out from under the bedclothes.

In the morning I told my father what I'd seen, he didn't appear surprised and simply asked what she was wearing. I described her dress and he calmly informed me that this was her shroud. As a young child I'd not been allowed to go to the funeral and had never seen a shroud, which in the community I lived in was not the normal burial attire. This appearance was just the first of many experiences I've had and they continue up to the present day......