When I was little girl, one of my friends died. Not long after that, I began having conversations with her spirit.
Upon waking in the morning, I would lay in bed with my face buried in the pillow and in my mind's eye I would see things. I would see her.
We would talk about what it was like being dead. More importantly, she explained the process by which souls who had passed would communicate with their family and friends (just as she was doing).
For me, it seemed a natural and comforting thing to do. And I noticed that it was easy to do when I was half-awake. If I waited until I was fully awake, I would have to almost fall asleep again to get into the zone.
After a few weeks, I stopped doing this as part of my morning routine. I suppose because we both got busy with other things. I was a little kid at the time and easily distracted by people, toys, and mudpies.
Upon waking in the morning, I would lay in bed with my face buried in the pillow and in my mind's eye I would see things. I would see her.
We would talk about what it was like being dead. More importantly, she explained the process by which souls who had passed would communicate with their family and friends (just as she was doing).
For me, it seemed a natural and comforting thing to do. And I noticed that it was easy to do when I was half-awake. If I waited until I was fully awake, I would have to almost fall asleep again to get into the zone.
After a few weeks, I stopped doing this as part of my morning routine. I suppose because we both got busy with other things. I was a little kid at the time and easily distracted by people, toys, and mudpies.
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