I remember being in my bedroom one night and I was still living on Vancouver island, we moved to Alberta when I was 15 and I was a few years younger then that. Anyway, I was laying in bed, I used to pretend I was sick in a hospital or playing some imagination thing before I fell asleep, I was and still am a big daydreamer. I remember one night just laying there thinking and all the sudden I felt a heavy presence at the end of my bed. This was around the time my great grandmother passed so I was probably 11 or 12. And I just felt a sense of ease and like she was there. I knew spirit was there but if it was her or not, I am not sure but in my heart that’s what it felt like. I oved visiting her at her little retirement cottage with my mom and sister. She always had those Danish cookies and we would pick cherries out by her place. I still feel like I can smell her. I see her in my minds eyes. Her small stature, short curly white hair, glasses and the night dressed or moo-moos I guess you would call them and her smile. One of my favorite pictures is of my mom, grandma, great grandma and me, 4 generations. My great grandma, mom and me all share the same middle name as well, May.
We lived in a double wide trailer I guess you would call it. It was nice and we had a great big yard as kids and all the creeks and trees you could ask for to play in and we live just a short walk away from the ocean, but there was one bedroom my sister and I would often switch each other and we both had weird experiences in there. I remember laying there cause we often went to bed early and id be there playing in my imagination and I could al the sudden hear a faint sound of music but there was no music playing in the house or outside and then I heard my name being whispered a few times. I looked around and of course I got frightened and then I hid under the blankets and I wouldn’t come out. I realize now because I never talked about these experiences or when I did no one really paid any mind to it, that I think I suppressed certain things with my intuition
I have always had good intuition since I young, about people and situations. I ignored this gift a lot and really had to work at making it strong and learning to trust myself. Deja vu has been a think for me or premonitions about my own life. I will be in a situation and know I've been here before and realize it was ad ream I've had or something I've seen while I was consumed with daydreaming when I was younger, or now you would call it meditating. I remember my dad saying to me one time, “think Nickole, use you mind.” So I would just sit quietly outside on the grass and think.