So I thought I would start by telling you a little about myself and how life as an intuitive unfolded for me. It seems I have an extremely detailed memory of my life dating back as far at three years old. I use to have this imaginary friend named "Dini", who I remember following me around, making me laugh, and talking to me in one of the most transformative times of my life. These were the moments that lead to my near death experience and the entry point into my gifts as an Intuitive. Here are the first three subchapters of my book, "Dear Cole, Never Say Never" that I will be releasing soon. It is the beginning of my journey and how life was never the same again!
My Imaginary Friend
""He's standing right there", I announced with great conviction, "Can't you see him?" My brother Chris and my mother Coleen just stood there and tried not to smirk too much as I so seriously introduced them to a being made of thin air. "Cara sweet heart, there's nobody there," my mother soothingly confirmed. I couldn't understand it, how could they not see him, he stood so tall and beautiful.
I had been seeing Dini for months now. His presence was uncertain to me but I loved having him around. Our conversation was limited, as if we didn't have to use words in order to know what each of us was thinking. Little did I know that Dini was a visitor preparing me for what was yet to come.
I was only five years old when he first showed himself to me. Shortly after I remember strange things started to happen to my body. The first time it happened I was lying in bed staring at my floral print wallpaper, the room suddenly started to feel what I described at the time as "fat." Each time it happened fear crept up onto my skin and buried itself into my soft flesh. Dini, always there with a smile in his eyes made me feel at ease afterwards, but soon the episodes grew worse.
One day while acting out Snow White in my best friend Laura's basement she watched me fall to the floor thrashing and gasping for breath. Laura, thinking I was playing, giggled as she observed my silly additions to the story. These episodes had become such a common occurrence for me that they never phased Laura or I, too young to understand the depth of what was occuring. My parents started to notice my strange behavior as well. One time in particular walking into the mall I felt the sensation creep up on me, I tried to control but it was no use, fully conscious my legs lost all control. I watched the walls of the department store grow lucid and alive, my tongue thick and heavy stood between me and my ability to communicate. My mother tried to hold me up, she used everything in her will to support me but her daughter was falling away from her in more ways than one.
Dini remained with me this whole time, observing in the corner with his gentle and loving presence. I knew that no one could see him but I was so relieved that he made himself visible to me, especially during school. I began to find keeping up the charade that everything was adequate in my world a bit exhausting. Dini was the one thing that gave me strength when the abuse started to happen.
Mrs. Fraser, my grade one teacher didn't know any better, to her I was just a spoiled child seeking attention. Falling to the floor, staring into air when she asked me a question, these were all signs of a brat trying to be one above the rest. The only ways she knew how to deal with me was to punish me. Soon my lunch was being taken away, I was standing in the corner more than I was sitting at my desk, her eyes became so cold and her voice became coated with resentment towards me.
So shy and introverted I couldn't understand why a grown-up hated me so much. All I wanted to do was make her happy so I never told my parents about any of the things she did to me, I wanted to protect her. Dini explained to me in his own way that she needed love, but loving her I found most times to be an unbearable challenge.
It was a cold December day and all the students had just returned from playing outside, each faces showing the rosy complexions of a Nova Scotian winter. You could hear the hustle and bustle of each classroom preparing for the big Christmas concert for our parents. Mrs. Fraser suggested that we practice our song in front of the grade two class to better anticipate our big debut the following week . I was so excited and so extremely nervous. We all considered the grade two class the big kids and I had a huge crush on a boy named Jason LeBlanc who would be sitting right there with his eyes on me. As we lined up I stood tall ready to give a perfect performance. When I looked up and spotted Jason in the second row I blushed at the very sight of him. The music started and we all began belting out our heart felt Christmas carol when I felt that familiar feeling starting to possess my body. My legs started sinking to the floor, my eyes stayed focused on Jason and I tried fighting my legs with all my might but it was no use the feeling was stronger than my 6 year old will. I lay completely flat on the ground looking up at Mrs Fraser who was now leaning over me with a stern look of disapproval painted across her middle aged face. She grabbed my arm and tried yanking me up to my feet but the feeling was stronger than her as well. "Get up Cara," she demanded trying to keep her temper to a dull roar in front of the other teachers. All the children were giggling and I prayed to God to make me vanish but God didn't answer. Instead Mrs. Fraser decided to teach me a lesson for my disobedience and when I finally gain control and was able to stand she slapped her hand over my butt three times in front of the whole class as a warning to them not to cross her.
Dragging me to our classroom across the hall she continued to torment and accuse me of maliciously making a fool of her and the rest of the class. Tears streaked down my delicate cheeks as I stood in the corner the remainder of the day praying to God to make it stop and for Mrs. Fraser to like me again. In the unconventional way that God likes to work, he answered my prayers.
My Death
It was three days after the incident at school and I had caught the flu so I stayed home to re-cooperate. The day after my experience with Mrs Fraser my mother and father sat me down trying to ask me all kinds of questions desperate in finding an answer to what was happening to their little girl. I tossed and turned, playing and trying everything to get them to talk about something else. I had no idea what was happening to me and I sure didn't want my mother and father to worry about me so I just decided not talking about it was the best answer.
After spending the day comforting me as I ran to the washroom vomiting from the stomach virus that polluted my body, my mother finally got me settled into a good night sleep. Quietly she crept out of the room gently closing the door behind her. Mom joined my father in the living room who was already sprawled out on the sofa. As they sat inter-twined the light flickered from the television revealing the tired expressions on both their faces. A loss for words left the couple quiet and hypnotized by the imagery flashing before them. They basked in the calm and in an instant the storm arrived with a bang.
"What was that?" my mother blotted up at the sound of a pounding thud against the wall. Feet not touching the ground she threw open my door to find me in a catatonic state changing various shades of blue, gasping for air. "Dear God, Fran quick." Dad already behind her ran to the phone and called the neighbor, a registered nurse who happened to be off duty.
"Cara sweetheart, mommies here wake up baby." My mother continuously called into my body as tears began gathering on the edge of her eyes. "Mom what's wrong with Cara?" My brother Chris inquired as he peered into the room in shock by the sight of me. "Go back into your room honey, your sisters going to be okay we just need to take her to the hospital so she will feel better." The terrified look on Chris's face was enough to put my mother over the edge.
As soon as the neighbor arrived she ordered my father and mother to help her get me into the car fearing I would not survive waiting for an ambulance. My father with super strength and unwavering determination to save his little girl lifted my body as if my stiff body was stuffed with feathers. Securing me in the car mom continued to call out my name while dad ran every red light all the way to the hospital. Upon arrival I was quickly whisked away to emergency where nurses and doctors attempted to suction me out and bring me back from the flat line state I had slipped into after drowning from the fluid that so quickly filled my lungs.
A view from the ceiling
I heard the door close as mom left my room and for a moment sleep felt close by. Soon that feeling was replaced with a rapid wave of fear. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room I saw him standing in the corner. Dini told me not to be afraid and that soon I would return. With the end of that message I found myself rising and watched the situation unfold from the ceiling of my bedroom. I felt no pain, no fear only lightness as I observed my parents trying to bring me out of my catatonic condition.
Dini remained close. i could feel others with him and had an understanding of all that was occurring. I watched the doctors work fiercely on my body determined to revive the limp precious six year old that lay before them. Soon as quickly as I had floated away from that shell I was slammed back into it with all lightness exchanged with heavy pain. My head throbbed, fear was back and confusion overcame me as I tried to figure out who I was, who they were, where I was and what had just happened to me.
Sleep crept up on my body like a soft wave and for the next two days drifted in and out of seizures as they rushed me to Halifax for treatment. Dini was gone and I never saw him again. As if he prepared me for the dramatic arch of the story he excited stage right instilling knowledge in me to survive and overcome all that lay before me. My six year old mind couldn't comprehend the miracle I had been given but upon reflection I was never the same again.
My Imaginary Friend
""He's standing right there", I announced with great conviction, "Can't you see him?" My brother Chris and my mother Coleen just stood there and tried not to smirk too much as I so seriously introduced them to a being made of thin air. "Cara sweet heart, there's nobody there," my mother soothingly confirmed. I couldn't understand it, how could they not see him, he stood so tall and beautiful.
I had been seeing Dini for months now. His presence was uncertain to me but I loved having him around. Our conversation was limited, as if we didn't have to use words in order to know what each of us was thinking. Little did I know that Dini was a visitor preparing me for what was yet to come.
I was only five years old when he first showed himself to me. Shortly after I remember strange things started to happen to my body. The first time it happened I was lying in bed staring at my floral print wallpaper, the room suddenly started to feel what I described at the time as "fat." Each time it happened fear crept up onto my skin and buried itself into my soft flesh. Dini, always there with a smile in his eyes made me feel at ease afterwards, but soon the episodes grew worse.
One day while acting out Snow White in my best friend Laura's basement she watched me fall to the floor thrashing and gasping for breath. Laura, thinking I was playing, giggled as she observed my silly additions to the story. These episodes had become such a common occurrence for me that they never phased Laura or I, too young to understand the depth of what was occuring. My parents started to notice my strange behavior as well. One time in particular walking into the mall I felt the sensation creep up on me, I tried to control but it was no use, fully conscious my legs lost all control. I watched the walls of the department store grow lucid and alive, my tongue thick and heavy stood between me and my ability to communicate. My mother tried to hold me up, she used everything in her will to support me but her daughter was falling away from her in more ways than one.
Dini remained with me this whole time, observing in the corner with his gentle and loving presence. I knew that no one could see him but I was so relieved that he made himself visible to me, especially during school. I began to find keeping up the charade that everything was adequate in my world a bit exhausting. Dini was the one thing that gave me strength when the abuse started to happen.
Mrs. Fraser, my grade one teacher didn't know any better, to her I was just a spoiled child seeking attention. Falling to the floor, staring into air when she asked me a question, these were all signs of a brat trying to be one above the rest. The only ways she knew how to deal with me was to punish me. Soon my lunch was being taken away, I was standing in the corner more than I was sitting at my desk, her eyes became so cold and her voice became coated with resentment towards me.
So shy and introverted I couldn't understand why a grown-up hated me so much. All I wanted to do was make her happy so I never told my parents about any of the things she did to me, I wanted to protect her. Dini explained to me in his own way that she needed love, but loving her I found most times to be an unbearable challenge.
It was a cold December day and all the students had just returned from playing outside, each faces showing the rosy complexions of a Nova Scotian winter. You could hear the hustle and bustle of each classroom preparing for the big Christmas concert for our parents. Mrs. Fraser suggested that we practice our song in front of the grade two class to better anticipate our big debut the following week . I was so excited and so extremely nervous. We all considered the grade two class the big kids and I had a huge crush on a boy named Jason LeBlanc who would be sitting right there with his eyes on me. As we lined up I stood tall ready to give a perfect performance. When I looked up and spotted Jason in the second row I blushed at the very sight of him. The music started and we all began belting out our heart felt Christmas carol when I felt that familiar feeling starting to possess my body. My legs started sinking to the floor, my eyes stayed focused on Jason and I tried fighting my legs with all my might but it was no use the feeling was stronger than my 6 year old will. I lay completely flat on the ground looking up at Mrs Fraser who was now leaning over me with a stern look of disapproval painted across her middle aged face. She grabbed my arm and tried yanking me up to my feet but the feeling was stronger than her as well. "Get up Cara," she demanded trying to keep her temper to a dull roar in front of the other teachers. All the children were giggling and I prayed to God to make me vanish but God didn't answer. Instead Mrs. Fraser decided to teach me a lesson for my disobedience and when I finally gain control and was able to stand she slapped her hand over my butt three times in front of the whole class as a warning to them not to cross her.
Dragging me to our classroom across the hall she continued to torment and accuse me of maliciously making a fool of her and the rest of the class. Tears streaked down my delicate cheeks as I stood in the corner the remainder of the day praying to God to make it stop and for Mrs. Fraser to like me again. In the unconventional way that God likes to work, he answered my prayers.
My Death
It was three days after the incident at school and I had caught the flu so I stayed home to re-cooperate. The day after my experience with Mrs Fraser my mother and father sat me down trying to ask me all kinds of questions desperate in finding an answer to what was happening to their little girl. I tossed and turned, playing and trying everything to get them to talk about something else. I had no idea what was happening to me and I sure didn't want my mother and father to worry about me so I just decided not talking about it was the best answer.
After spending the day comforting me as I ran to the washroom vomiting from the stomach virus that polluted my body, my mother finally got me settled into a good night sleep. Quietly she crept out of the room gently closing the door behind her. Mom joined my father in the living room who was already sprawled out on the sofa. As they sat inter-twined the light flickered from the television revealing the tired expressions on both their faces. A loss for words left the couple quiet and hypnotized by the imagery flashing before them. They basked in the calm and in an instant the storm arrived with a bang.
"What was that?" my mother blotted up at the sound of a pounding thud against the wall. Feet not touching the ground she threw open my door to find me in a catatonic state changing various shades of blue, gasping for air. "Dear God, Fran quick." Dad already behind her ran to the phone and called the neighbor, a registered nurse who happened to be off duty.
"Cara sweetheart, mommies here wake up baby." My mother continuously called into my body as tears began gathering on the edge of her eyes. "Mom what's wrong with Cara?" My brother Chris inquired as he peered into the room in shock by the sight of me. "Go back into your room honey, your sisters going to be okay we just need to take her to the hospital so she will feel better." The terrified look on Chris's face was enough to put my mother over the edge.
As soon as the neighbor arrived she ordered my father and mother to help her get me into the car fearing I would not survive waiting for an ambulance. My father with super strength and unwavering determination to save his little girl lifted my body as if my stiff body was stuffed with feathers. Securing me in the car mom continued to call out my name while dad ran every red light all the way to the hospital. Upon arrival I was quickly whisked away to emergency where nurses and doctors attempted to suction me out and bring me back from the flat line state I had slipped into after drowning from the fluid that so quickly filled my lungs.
A view from the ceiling
I heard the door close as mom left my room and for a moment sleep felt close by. Soon that feeling was replaced with a rapid wave of fear. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room I saw him standing in the corner. Dini told me not to be afraid and that soon I would return. With the end of that message I found myself rising and watched the situation unfold from the ceiling of my bedroom. I felt no pain, no fear only lightness as I observed my parents trying to bring me out of my catatonic condition.
Dini remained close. i could feel others with him and had an understanding of all that was occurring. I watched the doctors work fiercely on my body determined to revive the limp precious six year old that lay before them. Soon as quickly as I had floated away from that shell I was slammed back into it with all lightness exchanged with heavy pain. My head throbbed, fear was back and confusion overcame me as I tried to figure out who I was, who they were, where I was and what had just happened to me.
Sleep crept up on my body like a soft wave and for the next two days drifted in and out of seizures as they rushed me to Halifax for treatment. Dini was gone and I never saw him again. As if he prepared me for the dramatic arch of the story he excited stage right instilling knowledge in me to survive and overcome all that lay before me. My six year old mind couldn't comprehend the miracle I had been given but upon reflection I was never the same again.
