I Hear Dead People: A True Story
Curse or Blessing?
Premonitions, voices, and dreams. You name it - I've experienced it. Receiving communications from the other side is both a blessing and a curse. In the bible, Daniel was given to prophesying, foretelling, and the interpretation of dreams. It says that sometimes Daniel was asleep and other times awake. Such has been my experience. This particular time, I was awake and painting a family portrait for a coworker of my son.
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
One night, a few weeks before Christmas,years and years ago, I was in my art room painting a commissioned piece working from an old photograph. It was a family portrait my son's co-worker was going to give to a family member for Christmas. When I began painting the baby in the picture - the hair stood up on the back of my neck. Familiar with these types of occurrences, I was not frightened. I found myself being drawn back into the past. The baby in the portrait was laying in her crib. Was it Halloween? There were decorations about. The baby couldn't breathe. It was suffocating underneath the weight of a pillow. I was then brought back to the present by my cat clawing my back. I yelled at the cat - looked at the photo - and left the room.
Get This Painting Out of My House
The next day I went back into the art room - vowing to only work on the portrait during daylight hours. A few days later I finished. I called my son and asked him to pick it up right away. I didn't want it or the photograph in my house a minute longer! When my son picked it up he asked me what was the hurry?! I told him the story. I felt so bad for the little baby that was murdered. He said "WHAT?!! Mother...you are WRONG on this one!" He proceeded to tell me the baby was his co-worker. How could she be dead? I told him no...that wasn't possible. He said something insulting and left.
The next day he was carrying the portrait into work when another coworker stopped him and asked to see it. The coworker pointed to the baby and said "gee...it's sad what happened to that baby...." My son said "I thought that was (so and so) our co-worker?" He said no...the other girl in the portrait was her - the baby in the portrait died of crib death on Halloween night."
My son couldn't believe it. He called and told me the story - repeatedly apologizing. Of course I had to throw in a few "I told you so's". I suggested maybe he talk to someone about my vision....and he opted not to. How sad for the little baby. To know that someone literally got away with murder. You see why it can be a blessing or a curse to have such gifts? It is wonderful when you can set someone else's mind at ease - but a curse when you have to live with a secret - know one else would believe.