As a little girl, a lady with dark hair dressed in white, the spirit of my grandfather--who died the day I fell from a tree and fractured my lower spine--standing in the door of my hospital room, the black outline my guardian angel standing at the foot of my bed or in the doorway of my room. So yes, many. I can no longer see them, but I feel that chill that races across my shoulders and down my back when one is in the room--even when it's 90 degrees--and I can feel their emotions. There was the grandmother of my daughter's friend, reunited with her great love on the Other Side, who filled my bedroom up with her joy and gave me a message for her family. It was hard to sleep after this one, I was so hyper from her emotional high. The female ghost, locked in a bathroom in our old house, begging me for help everytime I went downstairs. I speak with angels and spirits. I've never heard god, but I do hear them!!
at 11:38 AM on Jul. 15, 2010