My Truth (Part I)

 I named this post “My Truth” because I am writing about my personal, spiritual experiences. My first memory of a supernatural experience was when I was around six years old.  We lived in a two bedroom, shotgun house.  I shared a bed with two of my sisters. Those were happy years. I remember long, lazy, summers and there was always something fun to do. We lived across the street from Hardin Park.  It was a great park. There was always an activity held at the park during the summer months. I remember my father taking me and my sisters to the park one night to listen to a band playing. Everyone sat on the bleachers. People were having a good time. The park also had two swimming pools.  Every summer a swim team would put on an aquatic dance in the adult swimming pool.  It was beautiful.  I enjoyed it so much.  To me it was water ballet. 

I dreaded going to bed at night because that was when I had frightening experiences.  



The house was in total darkness which made it even more frightening. I was so afraid that each night I slept between my two sisters in the bed.  Our bedroom was next to the kitchen.  I would wake-up several times during the night (still do).  After waking up I could immediately hear noise coming from the kitchen.  I could hear the clattering of dishes and pots.  Then I heard chains rattling.  It sounded like chains dragging across the floor.  I could hear them coming closer and closer.  I thought any minute I could see them come into the bedroom.  Trembling, I  pull the cover over my head hoping they would go away.   

When I began to have these experiences, I would wake up my sisters from their sleep and ask them if they heard the chains.  My sisters were grumpy and upset with me for waking them up.  They did not hear anything.  I didn’t understand why they  did not hear what I heard.  Needless to say, I stopped waking them up at night.  Some nights when I could not stand it any longer, I let out the loudest scream.  I’d wake up everybody and then my parents allowed me to sleep in their bed.  This happened at least two to three times a week.

I knew the chains were not of someone in prison.  Everything within me told me they were slaves.  I could feel the heaviness and sadness. It was a horrible existence for them. I endured this for six years until my parents moved out of that house.  We moved to another house when I entered junior high school. There I had an experience of a different nature.

I will post Part II of My Truth at a later date.

Love, light and blessings