Looking Through My Eyes

CHAPTER ONE

While growing up in a small town of Pennsylvania, at a very young age, I had experienced many visions. Numerous visions were not crystal-clear in details, but there were those that were lucid. I can still remember every one. There were images of children that were extremely happy and doing the things children loved to do, constantly playing. The children would be running through large fields laughing and singing; skipping through the grass with no actual destination in mind, just to have lots of fun. These children were always so different.

I had also experienced various visions that were of adults and children concealing themselves in subterranean passages or underground tunnels. These people seemed to be extremely afraid of something. Many times I would awaken up in the middle of the night because I had feelings of being afraid. The range of visions were, sometimes true to life, that it made me feel as if I were there with them. I understand these days, what I was seeing were slaves hiding in the basements of houses that resembled caves and tunnels. They were hiding from slave masters and authorities that would apprehend them and return them to the slave owners of them. There were specific instances where other non-slaved individuals would hide them and be exposed to having their homes thoroughly searched. I remember so clearly gazing in their faces and seeing the slaves' fear. Everyone was standing still, lined up against the cold stone wall and glancing upwards attempting to see whether or not the authorities were leaving. These slaves were so afraid. They did not want to make any kind of sounds, including their own heartbeats. They were trying to hold their breaths. These people were trying to do whatever it took, so that they would not be found.

Being so young, it was very hard for me to completely understand the images that sometimes haunted me, less verbally describe them to my parents. When I did inform my parents, their responses were always; "It was a dream. It is not real. Do not worry". So I began to believe they were dreams or nightmares. I was extremely young and I trusted my parents and believed in them as many children would.

However, I did wonder if they were really dreams or not, because everything looked as though it was very different. The clothing the children were wearing did not appear like mine. The dresses the women were wearing and the pants the men had on were not the styles of pants or dresses that everyone else wore during my time. Even when they commuted, they did not utilize cars or buses. They were operating wagons with horses or simply walking. Their lifestyles did not resemble ours, therefore, I often wondered.

Fortunately, I had a sister a year younger than I was who was also very talented and gifted and did encounter her own visions. We shared and compared what we experienced, describing the differences in atmosphere and surroundings. We actually communicated with each other almost as if we were teenagers, even though we were only three and four years of age.