Third Eye & Tales Of The Other Side

The gift in all it's many manifestations runs very high in my family, passed down from mother to child most often the daughter. i grew up listening to tales of my grandmother and great, great, grandmothers and the supernatural occurances that happened around them some even purportedly generated by them. both great grandmothers were called witches [I will let the stories of them be the deciding factor on the validity of that claim].

my grandmother who passed before I was born was considered the town healer [and many a wife came to see her for other reasons] I am told in my childhood especially in my infant and toddler years many unusual things happened, some i remember vaguely now from the eyes of a child to me it was all wonderous I never questioned why statues seemed to become animated or shadow like entitities would pop out from under my bed. I was never afraid.

We lived in no less than four houses that were considered haunted and my aunt Carmie's house on degrassi and queen [above a fish and chip place i loved] was also at one time a spooky place to be [the occurances here were atributed later to poltergeists and tended to happen only when I was around] it was these stories that prompted the writing of black orchids on the vine. those and the hundreds of stories trotted out at family gatherings about my mothers and my aunts uncles and what yous childhoods. such a rich tapestry of tales but i digress. 

Here is a sample of some of those tales

I mentioned my grandmother who passed before I was born. however on several occassions my mother would hear me laughing in my crib at night an thinking my brother had gotten out of bed and was playing with me she tried to catch him. So sneaking down the hall she was perched on the verge of entering our room when I suddenly stopped giggling and said mom mom wom wom gone mom wom wom gone I then began to cry, [there was no way I could have seen her coming] Years later I saw a picture on my moms wall and one of the woman in it looked so familiar one was my grandmother the other was an aunt. I remember saying to my mother that one used to play with me when I was small.

I believe she watched over me and for good reason. 

At 2 years old I was slapped in the face by an angry entity

Two women were fighting in my room it was around 3 am my aunt who was watching me while my mom was away said she woke up to them fighting she freaked then one of them hit me. She told this to my mom who thought she had hit me, she was ticked especially when she saw the big huge handprint on my face but as it turns out my aunts hand was to small to have made the print which lasted for almost two weeks then faded away [you tell me what it was from]  

We lived at one time above a barber shop on queen st  when you walked in there was a small landing then the stairs.  My mother came home one day her hands full with two shopping bags, I was at the top of the stairs with a towel on and said watch me fly momma,

I jumped my mother screamed dropping the groceries to try and catch me, but instead of tumbling ass over tea kettle down them, I floated [you read it right] I floated down 36 steps and landed at the bottom on my feet unhurt. This event I still remember to this day especially the vise like grip around my waist as I jumped holding me and my mothers stunned expression when I landed. 

In that same home something crawled under my parents bed and kept raising it up and down at first she thought it was the cat but that would have been some mighty strong backed cat to do that. she tried to catch it but whipping over with a flash light to look one night yielded nothing no cat nothing at all. then one night she awoke to my stepfather sitting on the edge of the bed praying, she asked whats wrong he said wanted to go the bathroom but there was a man at the foot of the bed who would not let him pass. [my stepfather was a minister so he was not one to buy into ghosts] 

My mother used to such things got out of bed walked around took his hand and led him to the bathroom back in bed she waited only to hear him calling her as the man would not let him out of the bathroom. s she went and got him, needless to say he could not sleep. she told him to take his bible and go on into the front room and read he tried she ended up taking him partway there and as she was walking back to the bedroom something made her tun around just in time to see the light go on and him jump ten feet in the air in fright he then sat in the big arm chair trembling. as she got tho him he said just as he turned on the light the man touched him on the edge of his nose and his hand was like ice. She sat with him the rest of the night.

As if that weren't enough for him as young child my stepfather put up with me on several occassions suddenly taking an aversion to either getting in the car or going somewhere.

One occassion on leaving my aunts i did not want to get in the car when asked why I sad cuz daddy don't have no breaks after arguing with my mother about it he went out started the car to pull out of the drive way and onto the street in the hopes that this would pacify me. however as he backed out onto the street and kept going backwards towards the train tracks wall, he discovered the breaks had indeed failed. he was not happy.

Another time I balked saying daddy didnt have any gas and i didn't want to walk. we were driving to some outdoor church social in another town an so were on the highway when you guessed it he ran out of gas. 

Another time it was the car catching on fire, another it was me telling him to put the top up on a convertible he was renting because it was going to rain [the sun was shining he didnt believe it, we had a sudden sun shower the seats got soaked] he wasn't happy.  

As I got older the gift became more useful like knowing when the teacher was going to give a surprise test. or knowing when the phone was going to ring and often who it was on the other end. By 7years old this was a frequent thing and it was nothing to be at family gatherings and be put at the kitchen table with a candy dish that relatives would put change in as they asked me to tell them what I saw.

Usually they were going on a trip or wanted to know about winning or finding money]

As I got older the gift shifted and changed yet some more in part 2 the gift goes dark I shall expound on that.......