A few people ask about my family history and I have realised the “witchy” trait really does come down through the female line. My mother, who is extremely psychic never ceases to amaze people with what she knows, especially when something is wrong. My Nan, however, is another kettle of fish. Butter wouldn’t have melted in her mouth, but if you had ever crossed her you would know about it.
Although our family was very small we were all pretty close. I used to spend hours with my Nan when I was small and she would teach me so much about herbs and talk endlessly about the afterlife. I just took it all for granted though and never once thought she was different.
As I got older I realised she was indeed different. She always got what she wanted no matter what. Strange things would happen to people she upset but she was always so gentle and kind to me. She used an Ouija Board until my Grandfather burnt it one day when my Nan received a message through about a plane crash full of school children on a trip. Sadly, the message came true and my Grandfather no longer accepted her to contact spirit in his house again.
Years later, I had travelled the world and moved away. One of the most memorable times was on my wedding day. After my wedding I went to see her and gave her my flowers as she was too old and frail to come and my grandfather had already passed on years before. She was so happy to see me she wouldn’t let me go. She kept telling me that when she dies she promised me that she would let me know that life after death does exist. Not trying to let it ruin my day I told her that I would be happy for her to come back and let me know she is there.
A few years later I was having dinner when my eldest son developed a sickening smell around his aura. I had absolutely no idea what it was. I bathed him, it was still there. I bathed him and scrubbed him again but it was STILL there. It smelt like rotting flesh and was literally making me gag. However this smell wasn’t on his skin, it was around him and it remained for the night … the smell was actually coming from a few centimetres from his body. I had no idea what it was and as I was the only one who could smell it I thought I was going nuts! The next morning I received a call. I was told that my Nan had passed peacefully in her sleep over night.
I checked my son, the smell had gone but the smell could not have been my Nan because she was still alive at that time it first started. It could have only been my Grandfather trying to let me know he has come back to collect her – but I just didn’t make that connection at all.
A few days later just past 2am, one of my son’s baby toys went off for no reason. I got up to find it and it stopped. The following night it went off again, same thing, as soon as I got out bed it stopped. This continued on and on. I took the batteries out of that toy but the next night a different toy would go off. It got to the stage where my husband had to get out of bed, find the toy and empty the batteries… until one night after about 2 weeks of this going on I leaped out of bed, stood in the middle of the room and cursed. My Nan absolutely hated swearing but I had had enough, I had already realised early on it must have been her and although she did it also during the day, the 2am ritual of “boing boing boing” was just not acceptable.
From then on, after my anger, she never returned.
Weeks later I felt so lost and upset for swearing at her that I asked her to forgive me and to come back to let me know she is OK. Suddenly I felt tingly, and all around me were tiny sparkles, I knew she came back to say that everything is alright. The sparkles lasted a good few minutes, it felt like small electric pin heads all over my skin, I was literally bathed in this energy and I was very emotional. As I let her go and thanked her and told her how much I loved her, I wondered if she would ever come back again.
Sometimes she does but very rarely and yes it is always noisy when she makes an entrance … The most funniest thing is that she has NEVER come through on my Ouija Board to talk to me but my Grandfather has, on more than one occasion, despite him despising it during his life.