I Am Three

One of my earliest experiences happened when I was three. My parents were chain smokers, they had huge issues and at this particular time and they were living with my father’s mother. My dad and I were sick. I was told that my grandmother paid to have a doctor come to the house to have my dad looked at and there had not been enough money to have me looked at. Having been told a lot of awful things about my grandmother, later to find they were not true, I hold the thought only briefly.

It was winter time in north Georgia; it was chilly in the little brick house with two fireplaces and a furnace where the heat came up from the floor. My dad use to put buckets of water in cement heater ducts to humidify the air. He said it made breathing easier, if they would only stop smoking then we could all breath. My dad had a bad cough and a low grade temperature. I had 105 temperature, and pneumonia again, a problem I would have many times in my life.

My father went off to work, my brother off to school, and my grandmother to the neighbors. My mother was left with one very sick child. When she took my temperature and it was 105 she filled the bathtub with cold water. To this day I despise cold water. She gently and persistently insisted that I get in the tub. I cried and begged. She won. After a few minutes she had me get out and she wrapped me in a big fluffy towel, took me to bed and cuddled up with me. We both fell asleep.

Time passed. I was woken up by a voice in the kitchen... it was a man's voice. Soft, gentle and kind calling to me, saying something about it was time to go.

I walked out to the kitchen, up by the ceiling in the left hand side was a man in a white dress (that's how I saw it) he had white hair and beard. He asked me to go with him. My next memory I was warm and wrapped with more towels curled under the bathroom sink and right under me was one of the heater vents. My mother is calling me first questioning. 'Tammy? Tammy where are you?' Then more frantic 'Tammy! Tammy what are you doing here? Why are you even out of bed?' She was saying this as she pulled me out from under the sink vanity. 'Your fever broke.' With a sigh of relief. Again 'why did you get out of bed?'

I was sleeping peacefully when she bomb barded me with all the questions. I let her pick me up and I said 'A man woke me up and asked me to come with him.' Instant freak out! Mom went tense 'What man! Where was he!' She put me down and I lead her to the kitchen.

I pointed in the top left hand corner of the kitchen and said 'He was right there.' 'He was all in white and wore a white dress.' The look on her face was a combination of relief and confusion. 'What did he want?' 'He wanted to take me out of my body. He said it was time to go.'

The look I remember was pure fear. 'Why didn’t you go?' I told him I wanted to stay with my Mother and Bryce (my brother) and he said I could.' She grabbed me up ran back to the bed room holding me rocking me and telling me never to go.

Shortly after this event I asked to go to church, my parents didn’t go but, on occasion my Grandmother went with me; usually they let me go with the neighbors. I started talking to my imaginary friends. I talked to the trees, to the wind and to the little boy with gray eyes. No one else could hear or see what I was experiencing. I learned not to share it with the adults. Later it became safe to talk to my Dad about my gifts. He told me 'never be afraid of your gifts; your mother and I both have some psychic ability it comes to reason that you would.'


Tamara