This page will explain to you how and when I aquired this gift of Grace. Why do I call it a
gift of Grace? Because even though, I have been frightened by this gift at times, I have
never swayed on my beliefs of how I aquired this gift.
I was born and raised in Nebraska, with a large family of brothers and sisters. I was the youngest of the girls and pretty much been left to my own devices most, of the time. My life was pretty uneventful up until I was old enough to go help my mother work at the Best Western Motel. She was a shift supervisor. She would enlist any one of us kids to help on the heaviest check out days. We knew it would be better than being bored at home. So, sometimes I helped my mother strip beds, towels and empty the garbage baskets. My other task was to dump the laundry into a converted dumb waiters now, laundry waiter.
When we weren’t that busy, I would play with the owner’s daughter, Chrissy on the balconies. On one particular day we decided to get my friend Chrissy to sit inside the dumb waiter to take ride down to see Viola… the laundry supervisor. But we quickly decided to both go and give her a scare. As I began to climb in, I held a stablizing lever to hoist myself up, but just as I started my climb, Chrissy pushed the green button that started the dumb waiter. The only part of my body that was inside was my head and neck. The lever came down and clamped my neck tight to the basket. The dumb waiter's decent began to choke me and in a panic Chrissy tried deseperately to stop the dumb waiters, but kept hitting the green button. That was the last I remembered.
I faded into a darkness… an instant bright light opened up to me. It was so bright that it should have hurt my eyes, but it didn't. The scope of it covered my entire vision as if I had no body, except for my eyes. A figure of a person appeared to me at some distance ahead… someone completely unknown to me. Suddenly I gasping for air and fell on my rear and onto my back. The whole experience was over in about 5 minutes or less. I bolted to my knees and was in a panic and ran wobbling to my mother.
From that day on, there was a difference in me that I could not recognize or understand. In the course of my life I had seen and heard strange things and had premonitions of things. But I chalked that up to a "woman's intuition". Life went on with these occurances happening and I couldn't explain them to myself, so I didn't dare try to explain it to others. My family not being the most open minded people had also confirmed every reason not to tell them. Later on it proved me half right... at least I have a few family members who are open minded and believe in the possiblity.
Currently we lived on an nice peaceful Acreage in Grand Island, Nebraska. Nebraska is known for its violent weather. Some of which is beautiful as much as it is dangerous. We at times would go outside to watch the weather dance across the skyline. One, very warm summer night, a few years ago, a lightning storm startled me awake. I was so disturbed by it that I felt it was necessary to check around the house and so started my journey through the house, checking bolts and window locks.
The darkenss outside was pitch black with the except of the lightning. Again, I was draw outside to watch the storm and stood on the porch, as I smoked a cigarette. From the corner of my eye, I saw an image coalesce near my son’s swing set. It was a very dark hooded, menacing figure with red eyes and stood at least 8 ft tall. It carried a strange shape item in it's hand; a two inch wide, foot and a half long mirror. The fear I felt was astounding and I felt the need to not look at it and acknowledge it. It changed its shape constantly, and before the event was over I felt that what had come to me was a messenger of doom.
Okay now, doesn't that seem like a scene right out of horror film? I can tell you that it definately was no film. The chills that rose up my body told me that what I had seen for the last 10 minutes was as real as the swing set.
From that moment, I was awake in so many ways. Memories of all the times I had seen things, heard things were solidified and confirmed for me. In short; “I was born, I lived and died. Then I woke up.”
For the last 3 years I have given private, clairvoyant readings to my friends and a few family members. The messages and images I get do not always make sense to me, but seems to make sense to the receiver. I have been blessed and with the Grace Of God I will do what I can with this for however long I have this ability.
~ Cheryl Ann