What it's like to have spiritual experiences from birth with at least one parent who is like you

I was thinking about a good way to start. My mother is passed away now in 2008. But, I took her to where her mother and father lived part of the time as they grew up near Glasgow, Scotland. My Grandmother was born in Philadelphia to Scottish Immigrant parents who had I believe 12 children who all lived. My Grandmother was one of the oldest. However, when she was about 12 years old their house burned down in Philadelphia and the family was forced to return to Scotland to Clydebank near Glasgow. My Grandmother met her husband there who was from Ayre not to far from Glasgow either. He had been born in Boston but then his Dad died getting medicine for him one cold winter night and got pneumonia and died and they too had to return to Scotland to survive this. So, my Grandfather from age 8 and my grandmother from about age 12 then grew up in Scotland and they married there before or after all my grandmother's brothers and sisters moved to Omaha, Nebraska where they all worked on the newspaper there.

My mother when she was about 80 after I took her to Europe for 3 weeks with my 10 year old then in 1999 and met my older son who was then 25 and his friend who he was traveling with on a Eurail pass was 24. When my mother returned from Europe I realized she had senile dementia and when she almost burned down her place I realized she couldn't live alone anymore and my son who had been living with her couldn't deal with her waking him up at 4 in the morning and telling him some guy was walking through a door that wasn't there into their place.

My son and my wife put my mother in a Alzheimer and Senile dementia home which was the best in my county. I couldn't deal with this at all and thought this was awful. And I still think this is the worst thing I've had to deal with so far in my life.

However, this is the really strange thing about her being there. Someone with senile dementia has no filters. So, if she saw someone's aura she would just tell them what their aura looked like. If she saw an angel around someone she would tell them that. So, many many people who worked or visited there would come up to me in tears and thank me and bless my mother and I for her being there and helping them in some amazing way. So, The Lord Moves in mysterious ways. That is all I can say.

So, my mother like me are both the Real Thing in regard to spiritual experiences. To me, it doesn't really matter whether people believe me or not at this point. Where I'm coming from if I sense there is a 51% chance that what I say or write will help someone I usually say or write what I get to say from God.

So, like my mother my first experience was in 1950 when I was about 2 years old and dying with whooping cough. My grandmother (My mother's mother) was singing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" and Archangel Michael and his band of Angels appeared in the room just like that.

I felt and saw the white light sphere of light surrounding them and they looked at me like I was one of them and as if they wanted me to join them somehow.  So, instead of dying I came back to life after they visited me. I knew who I wanted to be like in my life. I wanted to be like Archangel Michael. He was my hero at age 2.

As I moved through my life I couldn't see him as perfectly clear as I did at two because usually for most Seers that is how this all works. So, as you grow up your senses change into being more of an adult. So, first I could see him clearly and later when he came I might see his form in an outline of blue light and then I might just see a flash of blue light when he wanted to warn me of some impending thing or other.

Once, when I was doing bouldering as a Landscape Contractor in the late 1970s I saw him standing on a boulder in the back of my business partner's dump truck full of 1 ton boulders from a quarry.

I remember driving in my pick up truck behind the dump truck and saying to Archangel Michael: "What are you doing there?" He didn't answer me so I knew there was some danger to my life regarding the boulders in the dump truck.

When we reached La Jolla at a rich and beautiful home on the edge of a cliff there my partner was at the controls of a jerryrigged hydraulic hoist he had welded on the side of his dump truck. None of the hired hands for that day felt very secure about all of this and they wouldn't remove the last strut from under the boulder hanging there in the air on the hydraulic lift.

So, I felt protective of the men and realized I can move pretty fast if I think about it and in one swoop grabbed the last strut out from under the boulder to be placed in the yard. The moment I cleared the underneath of the boulder the hoist broke which would have crushed me if I hadn't cleared it in the right timing.

I said under my breath, "Thanks Michael for saving my life!" And I said to my business partner:  "That's the last boulder I plan to place ever on a landscaping job." He just nodded knowing I was no fool.

My life has often been a series of events like this which is one reason I think God got me to write this blog because God is always telling me at least 10% of what is coming to me and most people on earth.

So, sharing this with you might save your life, prevent nuclear holocausts and prevent wars and genocides which is why I write this blog.

My life has always been like this. So, people who have listened to me have survived things coming in their lives too.

There are hunches and there are certainties and I can usually tell the difference and often if you notice the language I'm using you can tell the difference too.