Hi, New member here and thought id share some stories with you that have happened in my lifetime, did'nt want to post seperately as i figure would be
a waste as such and on the other hand more for someone to read
So, First off about 1991-92 when i was 4/5 me, my twin sister and mum used to take walks around the countryside near where i live on a sunday
morning, set off from home then do a round-trip stopping by our local shop and home again.
My Mum had just divorced my Dad and this was a new area we had moved to.
Anyways as we past this wall around 7ft tall I asked my Mum if i could feed the horses, my mum asked ''what horses''? as the wall we past had a
line of terraced houses and a churchyard prior to and past this wall we stood by. I explained to my mum that they were two horses over the wall we
stood in front of,one white and the other brown.
My Mum tried to look over but could'nt reach the top of the wall to have a look.
a few weeks past and i was adament that i fed these horses on the other side of the wall, to which my mum also thought that i must have been thinking
of somewhere else.
My brother was attending university at this time and would come home like every fortnight to a month depending which parent's house he would stay
out of curiosity my mum asked if he would come on this walk to clear up that i was mistaken, when my Brother climbed onto the wall and looked over
the wall he described the exact type of horses that i had and my family were quite shocked that what i said had been right.
My mum and brother tried to look from within the grounds of the graveyard even though the walls around the graveyard were standing about 5 feet tall
meaning the only view point I had was from a little wiry metal arched fence adjoining two walls, and even when inside the court of the graveyard the
wall was consistent around the whole enclosure where these horses were kept.
One of my best memories because i can't explain this nor my family and it is evident to me and my family of how weird this was
After about 5 minutes of searching I asked my Mum and brother to stop, I told them that when i went to sleep that night i would ask my friend if they
could borrow the same wings that i had been borrowed to fly out of my window at night.
Unbeknown to me at that time my mum was a deep spiritualist/pagan and medium/tarot reader, she told me I had a special gift and try to keep meeting
this boy in my dreams for as long as i could.
You know when you think of something and it excites you? everytime i think of this it is clear as day more so because i have held on to the memory as
it was different from most memories from my childhood and I love it!
On the same subject and a bit before this event, my mum used to catch me in the mirror in the bathroom talking to someone in the mirror named
Johnson,variable spelling but to that sound, i explained he lived in the sand and he would come and speak to me but he would only speak to me if i
turn the tap's on :S
weirdly dunno what to make of this but also excites me!
thanks for reading thought i would be able to write more but i'll start a new thread on same subject about other experiences.
Can try and give theories and tell me my claims are read differently but these are a special memory and in my eyes some form of alternative
communications between something unknown