Introduction to my Paranormal life

My paranormal experiences started when I was a young child. I grew up in Point Robert’s Washington. It is a small 5.4 square mile peninsula right on the 49th parallel. It also is in a cluster of ley lines that intersect right on the area. If you look at the map of Washington you will see a small bit of land over the line, that is Point Robert’s.
A great deal of the land is ancient burial ground, as it was once occupied by the native American tribe of Tsawwassen, as proven through historical evidence and information.

I did my senior paper on the area, and through the historical society, library, and interviewing the older residents I learned that it had never been an odd thing to experience the explainable. UFO enthusiasts know that it is an area where there have been many sightings over the years (my first was when I was 7 years old) …. but my paranormal experiences started when I was very young, even before my first NDE. I was always into the macabre, loved horror movies, true crime, I knew more about famous serial killers than I did pop culture.. and that trend hasn’t stopped. That seemed to fuel my ability, because as I researched more, and knew more I could reach out to that part of myself that I believe has always been there.
I was born with congenital heart disease and had my first open heart surgery when I was 13 months old, and the second when I was 11.
Things really started to pick up after my first trip to the other side during my open heart surgery when my hear stopped for 2 minutes and 37seconds. My second when I was 19 during a gallbladder removal surgery where they nicked my pancreas giving me a serious case of pancreatitis. I flatlined during surgery again for 1 minute and 42 seconds.
After each time I began to see and feel my senses heighten to feel and sense things that were seemingly not there. I would feel drastic changes in energy depending on who I was around, and where I was.
When I was 13, my Nana whom I was very close with passed, she was sick for some time and eventually the cancer took over her body. We were always very very close. I spent a lot of my time with her while my Mum worked, and not only was I her namesake, but we looked more alike than I did to either my Mum or Father.
The day she died, I was at school and I will never forget the way the room looked, what day it was, even what I was wearing.. almost like it was yesterday. I got this overwhelming feeling of dread. I asked to be excused to use the phone and call home and when I called to check on nana, my mum had a difference in her voice, I could hear it so clearly… she told me everything was fine, and I would see her after school. I found out that night that my dear Nana passed away nearly 3 minutes before my phone call.
I feel some explanation was in need as it makes me who I am, and gives me the deeper connection and sensitivity to the other side that a lot of others do not have.

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