How did I discover and develop my spiritual gifts?

“I cannot recall a time when I wasn’t aware of the peaceful love of spirit beside me. They have been my constant companions, my strength, my safe place, my resolve and serenity. I truly love, respect and appreciate them all”. Lynda Jane

I clearly recall every single experience from my otherwise difficult childhood, as they belonged to my funny, sparkly secret life and held me in constant bright happiness. I think I must have been an unusual child. I could never bring myself to be mean or cruel, or to be very angry or loud somehow. Those feelings just didn’t seem to exist within me and so it was easy for me to be calm and philosophical, even in extremely threatening situations, of which there were many! I always felt far older than my years I suppose. Older than my older sister; older than my Mum!

I was popular with children but wasn’t especially liked by adults I recall, yet my spirit friends loved me exactly as I was; and that was good enough for me. So I would find peace and sweetness in my life at night, when I was supposed to be asleep. That was when the best magic and most important lessons happened… and I loved every moment!

I was fully 10 years old when I finally realized that not everyone could see, sense and understand the unusual things that made simple sense to me. I recall feeling sad for everyone else, wondering how they filled their days and nights without wonderful friends taking them on amazing adventures of learning, such as mine always did.

I remember thinking “While I’m dancing on the moon at 2am, what do you do? Stay in bed and sleep or something? How sad!”

I learned many useful, practical things too, my hand or shoulder gently supported by spirit in those black purple skies full of creativity and wisdom. I still remember every single lesson. But as most children do, I kept the entire blessing to myself. I never spoke a word of my adventures to anyone at all, for years. I cant explain why. It just didn’t feel right, to say anything, so I didn’t..

In my teens, I had a lovely friend, John who lived next door. We got along so well, we were the same age and did so many fun things together. He was an exceptionally kind, gentle and sweet soul. As young people do though, we grew up and drifted apart and I didn’t see him for 4 years....

One day, Mum told me he had died.... horribly. I had no idea! How could I be so closed off from the truth? I was so disappointed in myself... And then I remembered how blessed I had been as a child... I was determined to pick up where I had left off and make things right again.

One day, I walked into my bathroom and saw the spirit of an angry tortured man looking out of the window, facing away from me, fists clenched in rage. He was so absolutely clear, it shocked me rigid. I had never experienced spirit rage before. It is very powerful!

I backed out of the room, gathered myself, waited a moment stuck out my chin determinedly and marched back into the bathroom, determined to give this fellow a piece of my mind.....

It was John. He was so distraught and I had no idea how to help him. That day changed my life. I had to learn how to help those who were bound to earth. To bring peace to those who had been lost somehow. After all, if John was lost, there must be many others too.

And so my unusual adult life began....