Me at 5 years old.
I was 5, when I experienced a time of ‘Chattering Voices’. I thought everyone could hear these ‘Chattering Voices’, and they just ignored them … so I tried to do the same. They talked so fast and their sounds weren’t like our words. Sometimes it was like a bunch of humming in different tones and pitches. The ‘Chattering Voices’ were jumbled up and it seemed like so many voices wanted to talk to me at the same time. I couldn’t see them, but I could feel the presence of them. They didn’t chatter all the time, nor did they deter me from play or chores. I wasn’t awakened at night, although sometimes it was hard to fall asleep, if it was a night they decided to chatter! I never knew what triggered them to chatter, and I was never fearful or irritated by them … they just were around.
One day, I remember playing with my dolls on the kitchen floor, while Mom was ironing. It was a Monday or a Thursday, ’cause those were wash and iron days. The ‘Chattering Voices’ had gotten louder and more intense, and I seriously couldn’t make out a word. I looked up at Mom and asked her, “Do you know what they are saying? I can’t understand them!” She looked at me surprised and asked what I was talking about. “The voices … can’t you hear them?” I was taken off-guard … she couldn’t hear them?? She was taken aback, too, I think. Very, VERY firmly and LOUD, she told me there were NO VOICES, it was all in my head and to tell them to go away FOREVER. She was pretty upset.
THAT scared me! It was around the time I was beginning to go to catechism, and the devil and hell and fear had definitely entered my world. Never did I have the sense the ‘Chattering Voices’ were a bad thing, or scary. Besides, I had my Guardian Angels and they protected me from any bad stuff.
The ‘Chattering Voices’ were gone.
Looking back …
I think they could have been/were Souls who have crossed over and wanted to connect. They were just too eager in getting through to me and I couldn’t decipher all those voices coming through at one time … and I was only 5 years old, for goodness sake!! Yes, children are more open than grown-ups to sense energies and I realized …
It was a ‘heads-up’.
Now they do.
And one at a time!
No more ‘Chattering Voices’. I still don’t know what triggers a Spirit/Soul/Angel to come in. That’s ok. When they do … Sometimes, it’s a word. A letter. Sometimes, an image. Sometimes a sound. A feather. A dime or quarter. A song. A pet. A name. Sometimes through another person. Sometimes in meditation, sometimes in a session with a client, sometimes in the shower. Random at best.
Let me share a story …
I was working with a client, beginning the session with quiet time, centering prayer and healing energy (the best way to start!). After a few minutes, I saw with my mind’s eye, the letter ‘M’, in a beautiful cursive font. The feeling I had, was deep love, so I mentioned this beautiful ‘M’, to my client. Her eyes teared up and she said it was her mother-in-law who had passed. They had a very close relationship. ‘M’ was known for her flowing penmanship! I then saw ‘M’ looking out a kitchen window to the backyard, where a swing set was and kids were playing. My client smiled – yes – ‘M’ would often watch the kids play out her kitchen window and yes – there was a swing set, too! It was a special affirmation of love for my client to know, her mother-in-law was still close by … and keeping an eye on grandchildren! It was a lovely Soul Connection.
‘Chattering Voices’ became Soul Connections for me. I can only speak for myself and my experiences. One suggestion … If your child is seeing invisible people, or having conversations in an empty room, or ask if you hear voices … engage in conversation with them. Ask them to describe what or who they see. What do they hear? How do they feel? Interest and trying to understand, lessens fear. And they may share something amazing. It’s real for them. If they are shut down, they may think they’ve done something wrong, or become fearful. Wrap them in love.
Do you have Soul Connections, too? I think many of us do …
Wishing You Blessings and Love,
I can’t understand them
. It was a Monday or a Thursday, ’cause those were wash and iron days.