My Mum’s Experiences

I was chatting with my dad one day.

Now, my mum’s never really been into spirituality or mystical experiences, at least not openly.

But then he told me this story.

Years ago, she was in a pretty bad car accident.

The car had spun around, and she was sitting there in shock when a man dressed in all white approached her window.

“Excuse me,” he said. “Are you alright?”

She replied, “Yes, I’m fine,” she blinked and he was gone.

Just vanished.

An angel?

I don’t know. But it stayed with me.

Then there was another time.

It was a Tuesday night.

I was at footy training, my brothers were out, and so was Dad.

Mum was home alone, cooking dinner.

She walked into the lounge and glanced up toward my room.

My parents’ house is double-storey, and there’s a bridge that connects my room to another lounge area.

She looked up and saw a figure walking across the bridge and heading into my room.

“Oh, Chris must be home,” she thought.

She came upstairs to say hello… and found no one.

My room was empty.

That’s when it hit her: I was still at training.

Panic set in.

She rang Dad immediately. “Someone’s in the house.”

Dad came flying home with a cricket bat, checking every room.

(I’m laughing as I type this, just picturing that scene.)

They found nothing.

No one.

Was it a spirit? Maybe.

Honestly, I didn’t really care as long as it didn’t disturb my sleep.

I’ve always been sensitive to energy.

I could feel things in my field even if I couldn’t see or hear them.

At 23, that started to shift.

I began to see and hear more.

It is what it is.