I'm new to "The Shadowlands", my name is Axreah.
I'll tell you a bit about myself and a few experiences that I've had in my past.
I seem to know of certain things to happen, but I can't tell as to when they will take place. It's just a feeling I get no pictures, nothing like that, I just know what will be, but not when it will happen.
I was told by a Native American that I am gifted and a sensitive, but that when I was growing up I was told by elders that this was not normal and that things like this didn't happen. I remember many times being told, that it was only my imagination. So I have repressed my feelings.
I seem to be more sensitive to my canines, the ones that have passed.
My first canine passed in my arms 12 years ago. As I was holding her and she passed on, I felt a----what I would call, an electrical impulse go though out my hands. I like to think it was her soul. It was a presence, as I felt it and I can still feel it today. We had a very strong, protective and loving bond. As I have no children, my canines are the world to me, just as a child would mean the world to those of you who are blessed with them.
My second canine passed 3 years ago and we had the same loving bond. I had her cremated and the evening I brought her home, I set her urn on my dresser next to the TV. I then turned the TV on and it went dead, never to work again.
I took her death very hard, as she was only 6 and passed from cancer. So I went to the Native American, for healing. She told me many things, things only I would know. She told me that I would be receiving another and that she would be taught by my others, their traits, so as I would know they are always with me.
Soon after, I had a dream of the month and date the pups would be born. I called my breeder and gave him the month and date, not knowing that the breeding took. The pups were then born the month and date that I had dreamt of 2 months prior. This of course freaked my breeder out, but "Thankfully" he has a very open mind. Matter of fact he has called a Pet Physic in the past for a few issues his canines had acquired. He loves hearing the things I tell him.
So now my little one is growing rather quickly and she sure has a few of the traits my others have had, needless to say, some of them, I would prefer she didn't have LOL!!!
Anyway, it seemed that I only had these sensitive feelings with my canines. Never any humans. Until recently. You see my father has just passed on 3/29/08. He suffered from Parkinson's for quite a few years. Thankfully though he never got to the point of a vegetated state. He was still able to talk, eat and get around a bit and he knew us.
I was never close with my father, you know "The Daddy's Little Girl"? I always wished for that, but I soon discovered that wishes are just that----wishes. Anyway, all I ever wanted from my father was to hear him say to me, "I Love You". I would say it to him every time I left him (for years, since I could remember), just hoping to hear it one day. I even got to the point that I would say to myself, "Maybe when he is on his death bed" (pretty morbid huh?). Well that never happened, as he passed of a heart attack in his sleep.
So as the story goes, that Saturday after running and making arrangements the entire day. I decided to gather my thoughts on Sunday. I woke in the morning and was taking a bath. I kept hearing a beeping sound. After getting out of the bathtub and searching for the sound. I soon discovered it was my cell phone. It was the sound you hear when your battery is going dead. So I opened the cell phone and couldn't believe what I was seeing! The cell phone was literally charging itself! It wasn't hooked up to the charger at all! Matter of fact the charger was downstairs and I and the cell phone were up.
I immediately thought it was my father, for some reason. So I asked, "Dad is this you?" Soon the cell phone started beeping like crazy. Not a consistent beeping, but what sounded like "Morse Code". This made sense to me, as my father was in the navy. If only I would have known "Morse Code", I thought to myself. The excitement of the beeping would have been comparable to that of a child being in a school play and chatting away after the play would have been over with.
I then decided to try something, so I said, "Dad, if this is you, I'm going to shut the cell phone off and I want you to turn it back on immediately. I want you to beep once for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?" The cell phone then replied with a beep of once. I then shut the cell phone off and immediately after, it came back on, not even asking for my code! So I continued with a few questions. I asked him if he was okay, he replied with once. I asked if he was in pain, he replied with twice. I then asked if he was happy, he replied with once and then I asked if he had suffered any pain with his passing and he replied with twice.
I then reassured him that we were all fine and that we missed him. I wanted him to know these things. Soon after everything stopped and I haven't had anymore cell phone experiences.
However another thing that happened was, a few days after the cell phone. I was in my kitchen and as I looked out the window, 2 doves flew onto the deck rail and just rested there, looking in----this isn't the norm. for where I live. They stayed a few minutes, just watching me though the window and then flew away. This only ever happened once before and that was 12 years ago, after my first canine passed on. I was sitting on the sofa and heard a tapping sound on the window behind me. I turned to look and there were 2 doves sitting on the window sill, looking in, they stayed a few mintues, as well. Just watching me and they flew away.
Now I would like to ask you all a few questions, if I may? How would I practice to make my gift of knowing things much stronger, also to become more sensitive? Are there any exercises that I can do? How can I become more aware, to be able to use my gifts?
Also, I have one more little thing to ask. Curiosity, I guess. I have never spoke or told anyone what I'm going to tell you all.
When I was 6, maybe 7. I remember I was in our living room. I looked at my left hand (palm) and I literally peeled the skin from it (it would be as if you poured was onto your hand, let it dry and then peeled it off). It was my actually hand print. I got scared, I guess knowing that this was not normal, so I threw it in the trash and never mentioned this to anyone. It didn't hurt and there was no pain.
I was just wondering if anyone ever heard of anything like this and what it could possibly mean?
Okay, I think I took up enough of all your time. I'm sorry this is so long, I just thought I'd give you all a bit of back ground. I look forward to getting to know each of you.
"Thank You" all in advance for your help and for taking the time and reading my post.
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Axreah

Axreah,