03/30/2022
When I was a little girl, my family lived in an apartment building. I shared a bedroom with my sister and we both had our own individual bed. Her bed was next to the window and mine faced the bedroom door. When I lay in bed, I was able to look out the door and down a long narrow hallway.
I woke up every single night in the middle of the evening (around 3 am I’m guessing), and I would look down the hallway. I saw the same thing every night. In the middle of the hallway, there stood a little boy (approximately 6 or 7 years old). The little boy was blond, wore a white t-shirt and white knee length shorts. The little boy would always be smiling at me and would wave at me, beckoning me to go and play with him.
Every single night, I would be petrified, knowing full well that he was not a physical being because I could see through him. I would pull my covers over my head and pray feverishly, asking God to please make him go away. I would pray non stop until I finally fell asleep, only to have this repeated again the next evening.
I’m not quite sure how long this went on but I would guess it lasted for a few years. After this incident, I just NEVER had dreams any more. To be more accurate, I never remembered having dreams. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t have dreams, which we all know is not possible. This experience frightened me so much as a child that I somehow found a way to block out all dreams from my conscious memory. My dream recall has come back in the last couple of years but I never had them all my life.
When I met my husband and we became engaged to be married, I knew that I would have to tell him a little about myself. It was frightening to me because I really was unsure how he would respond or react. As I stated before, I’ve always tried to fly under the radar. I learned very early on that telling people too much about myself resulted in one of several outcomes. They thought that I was a liar, or they thought I could read their minds so they got creeped out, or they thought I had a vivid imagination and was having issues with reality. I just kept this side of myself hidden to make my life simpler.
One day, I told my husband about the little boy I saw every night. His reaction was a little guarded. I felt that I needed to tell him before we got married. He didn’t believe I was lying but he didn’t ask me to elaborate and tell him more either. He just listened openly and had nothing to say about it. I understood. My husband did not have any real life knowledge or experience with what I had experienced. I knew that he would not judge me nor encourage me. He was just neutral. I realized then that I would keep my stories and experiences to myself. Little did we know what was coming.
During the first six months of our married life, one night my husband woke up in the middle of the night and went to use the bathroom. When he returned in the dark, he froze. As he stood there, he saw a little boy, around six or seven years old, on my side of the bed watching me sleep. He was shocked and probably a little scared too.
He told me what had happened the next morning. Suffice to say, on that day, my husband’s neutrality and lack of experience changed. I knew then that I could now show him more of myself without holding back.
We will have been married for 25 years on May 3rd of this year and my husband has come such a long way during those years. I’ve never tried to change him and he’s never tried to change me. We have always accepted each other totally and completely unconditionally. I’ve taken Reiki courses and practiced meditation without trying to coerce or force him to join me or get involved with me. In return, he has always encouraged me to do what fills my heart and soul with passion without trying to stop me or dissuade me in any way.
Oddly enough, despite my not involving him or him being interested in learning more, my husband has changed. He is certainly not the same person I married almost 25 years ago. During the last ten years alone, my husband has suddenly started to become more heart centered. He meditates, he’s become very sensitive and discerning. He made this choice himself when he wanted to. I never encouraged or tried to get him to become interested. In fact, I am humbled at times when he unintentionally shows me how much more spiritually evolved he is than I am. Without him, I would have never learned what true unconditional love looks and feels like.
