I Listened

[bloodymermaid]

I was 2 years old, and my mother was pregnant with my brother and sister. She put me in my room for a nap and closed the door. There was already a large crib in my room, but I didn't pay it much attention. I tucked my Nanna Doll into a tiny doll crib on the floor next to my bed. My mother had turned off the bedroom light but a bright grey light filtered in through the window. I felt uncomfortable because there was a gap betwen my leggings and my socks. Both were a little too small. I got out of bed. I took my leggings off and pulled my socks up as high as they would go and then put my leggings on over my socks. I walked back to my bed on tiptoe. I got under the covers and lay on my side facing the yellow wall. Even though the window was to my back now, it still seemed to light to sleep. Pulling the covers up to my cheek and knowing that my ankles weren't exposed made me feel secure.
It took me a little while of staring at my sugarplum bear, but eventually I fell asleep.
The next thing I knew I was awake, not totally awake, just eyes open and wondering. As I turned on my back and yawned the cloud cover swiftly blew away and a brilliant golden sunlight poured into my room through the white lace curtains of the window.
"Gwendolyn..." a voice called.
I was awake now. I was a very obedient child so I wanted to answer, but I just sat up a bit and looked around the room. I looked toward the window and it seemed to be very windy outside because shadows danced behind the curtains. The bright light made the dust in the air visible.
"Gwendolyn..." the voice called a little louder and seemingly more urgent.
I leaned down over the side of my bed and asked curiously, "Is that you Nanna Doll?"
I had had many conversations with her in the past, but never had she actually spoken before. I sort of knew it wasn't her before I had even finished asking.
"No silly!" the voice chuckled, "I'm not your Nanna Doll..."

I waited fervently, my heartbeat quick, my eyes searching for something the voice could be comming from. I listened. I could hear the sound of my own breath and a dull ringing sound. Everything seemed to be vibrating. The air in the room seemed thick, heavy, so thick I felt like I couldn't move. No, not that I couldn't, but that I shouldn't; like if I moved I might disturb something. I sat very still and became very quiet. I listened. I knew the voice was gone. But I still listened. I waited patiently until the room sort of calmed, and I knew it was safe to move.
I got up, adjusted my socks and leggings as I had done before, and reached up to turn the copper door knob. I saw my mother sitting at the dinning room table and I went right up to tell her what had just happened. She assured me that it was an angel, and though I was excited about the idea that an angel spoke to me, I knew it was something different.
I pretended it was an angel, and even began to convince myself that it was, but somewhere inside myself I knew it wasn't.

I do belive in the possibility that angels exist but this was not one of them. It's difficult to exlain how I know this because there aren't enough words in the english language to describe feelings and energies.

This was my first supernatural experience and this is where my path began. I don't know the name for it and I don't know where it leads, but I know I want to find out.

Blessed Be

[Ravenstar]

That is such a cool story. To hear a disembodied voice like that, and childeren tend to be more aware of the supernatural anyway.