The events contained within these stories are of the experiences I have encountered in this lifetime. They are not intended to be taken personally by any one persons.
By Solana Sheri, The Beginning
I thank those experiences and people that have gone through this walk with me, and I forgive them and ask for their forgiveness.
From my first awakening to my current standing, there have been so many events and humbling situations that I have been given. I am thankful for each of them, and look forward to what the future brings.
I have to mention my cousin Corry, for without him my eyes may not have been made to ‘see.’ I pray for him every day and know I will see him again.
Growing up in the 60’s presented challenges much like those of today. In the aspect that we were to be seen but not heard, looked at and spoken down too, not allowed to express any dislike, kept in the “Behind closed doors” mentality, and the “do as I say, not as I do” attitude, that has been carried on for generations.
Being the second oldest, of 4 girls, born in Germany, June of 1963, I’ve always referred to myself as second born with first born responsibilities.
My father was in the Army and was stationed in Germany. The first part of my life was spent moving from place to place, I actually went to three elementary schools. We often lived with my grandparents, as most Military families do, until my father received a dishonorable discharge, due to a lack of integrity in not reporting their over payment to him. Very interesting that this happened just after the Vietnam War was over and they didn’t need him any longer. He had served 2 tours in Vietnam, as a Helicopter Pilot, flying Med-Vac and other missions, during his 15 years of service. Yet another lie by our Military. I digress that’s a whole other story. However, it afforded me at times, to live with my mother’s parents during my father’s service. I loved living with my gramma Lucke’, she was more like my second mother.
Her words still ring in my head, “Be a good girl and everything will be alright.” She was a great example of how to treat children with respect, (although my mother would disagree. It is funny how sometimes we are viewed as better grandparents than parents), in order for them to show you respect.
From 1968-1971 my father was stationed, at Ft Huachuca, just outside of Sierra Vista, Arizona. This was great for me because my grandparents and several of my mother’s sisters and brothers and families had already moved to Arizona and so lived in the area.
Shortly after moving to Arizona, spirits would wake me up in the middle of the night just standing at the foot of my bed looking at me or just walking through the room. I would pull the covers up over my head, praying for them to go away. I would see the Devil, or what I perceived to be an evil ghost, walking around my house at night seeing an arm and hand that was like claws and bloody knuckles move back and forth in front of the window in my bedroom.
I had this incredible need to run away, at night, I think I just wanted out of my bedroom. I would be in the culvert (ditch) beyond the officer’s housing and sorta wake up, look around and go back home.
They would show themselves to me while out playing, making it impossible for me to make friends, as no one wanted to talk to the little girl that claims their dead grandmother is standing behind them.
Passed over loved ones would visit me before or just after they died. The night my gramma Lucke died, she came to me and said, “I must go now, just be a good girl and everything will be alright!”
I jumped out of my bed and ran into my mother’s room and told her what had just happened. No sooner did the words leave my mouth, the phone rang. My mother’s sister was on the other end explaining that their mother had just passed away. Mom just looked at me and started crying. I hugged my mother and told her, “Everything will be alright, gramma told me so tonight,” I said through my tears. My parents felt I was too upset from seeing my gramma the night of her death that they thought I couldn’t handle the funeral, so they didn’t let me go. It bothered me more that they felt I couldn’t handle seeing her dead body in her casket, than they were concerned by the fact that her Spirit visited me right after she had died. It was like they just ignored everything I told them over the past few years, just dismissed it as an over active imagination. But things were about to change, events of knowing were starting to be acknowledged.
Several months after my Grandma passed over, I witnessed the passing of my 2 year old cousin Corry, who had been extremely ill, some kind of virus that caused blisters in and around his mouth and throat. The doctors said there was nothing else they could do for Corry and sent him home from the hospital with the instructions to go home and be made as comfortable as possible with the end of his life near.
I told my mother, we have to go and visit with him. It would be our last chance. I just knew he was going to die. We had gone over to my grandparents’ home, where he lived with my aunt and grandparents, to spend some time with him. After a day of trying to make him laugh and comfortable enough to take a bottle, we all laid down to sleep. Having a house full of family, I was made a mock bed on the couch in the front living room.
Not sure of what time it was when I was awakened by someone screaming. My eyes could barely adjust to what was taking place at first. I saw my mother standing over my aunt who was falling to the floor, half screaming and weeping uncontrollably. Just as my focus became clear, my little cousin came running out of his bedroom, right past my mother and aunt, who had clearly fainted, straight down the hallway towards me. Just as he skipped past the entrance to the hallway, he turned to his left towards the front door. The door had opened and became filled with an amazing white light and Corry went running and laughing through the door as if he had never been sick, beaming in light, looking healthy and happy.
I jumped up off the couch and ran to my mother who was now wiping my aunt’s brow with a cold washcloth, she had fainted after seeing her dead son. “Mommy, mommy, I just saw Corry run out the front door!” worried now that he has run out into the night. “That’s not possible honey! Corry is laying in his bed, he just passed away.” Her words echoed in my head as I looked into Corry’s bedroom and saw his little body laying lifeless on the bed.
I kept repeating, “But, I just saw him run out the front door!” My mother was too busy helping my aunt to listen to what I was saying. We were soon rushed into the living room and told to just sit down and be quiet for a minute while the Adults take care of a few things. So, I sat like a good girl and didn’t say a word. However the image of Corry running down the hallway and skipping through the front door’s white light, healthy and smiling, wouldn’t leave my mind.
Once the Ambulance was called, we were all sent over to the neighbor’s house to wait until it was all clear to go back to my grandparent’s home. While there, I relayed to the kids and adults that were there trying to console us that I was not upset, “Corry looked happy to be going to heaven, he was smiling, laughing even, and went skipping almost running into the light!”
My words were not received well by the parents or the children that were all around me, crying at the thought of our cousin dying in the house. Trying to console them all, I went on to say, “You don’t have to worry, Corry isn’t in his body anymore! I saw him go into the light!”
No one would believe me, not one soul that I shared my event with even understood what I was talking about. “The door can’t open all by itself! You didn’t see Corry run anywhere, he was very sick and asleep.” was all anyone could say to me.
I was confused, why didn’t any of them believe me? I felt as if everything around me was backwards. Witnessing the passing of my Grandmother and that of my cousin, Corry, literally ‘opened up a whole new world’ to me. One where I was seeing things, that nobody else could see or so I thought…
To be continued…
About Solana Sheri:
Solana Sheri is a Radio and Television Personality, Author, Psychic Energy Medium, Reverend, Demonologist, Reiki Master and Spiritual Guidance Counselor offering Private Tutoring Reminding you of your abilities. Solana is also one of Bellesprit’s Diamond Psychics and Healers.
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Solana encourages us all to repeat daily, “I AM connected, grounded, balanced, protected and flowing in the Love of the Divine.”
