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On October 24th, 2005, a voice from the otherside woke me up. Actually, I think a spider bit me on my elbow, which was what really woke me up, but I will try and save you from a classic “Tiffany-tangent!” and stick to the point!
I looked at the clock, sometime after 4:00 am. My boyfriend at the time, was out at a strip club and still not home, I was worried and angry. For privacy’s sake, let’s call him “Bud.” I dated Bud all through high school. God love him, I adore him now, and will always hold him dear to my heart! At the time though, I was very upset at him going to a strip club, a pretty normal thing for a young 20 something dude to do…but I was not a normal 21-year-old gal. I was extremely sensitive, and looking for a deeper meaning everywhere and with everyone. My heart was aching. I was searching.
My spiritual upbringing was very open, thanks to my oldest sister who raised me, and my brother-in-law, who believed in God, but allowed me to make my own decisions without pressure. I decided on my own to attend youth groups, and church services. I had been taught to forgive 70 x 7, as Jesus did. I was usually the one in youth group asking lots of questions. I was the one dissecting scripture and reading it to friends and boyfriends trying to “SAVE” them, and do right! The more I learned about religion though, the more disconnected I felt, I began doubting my faith all together until this tangible experience woke me up!
That night, laying there in bed alone, I felt angry. I was mad at myself for saying I’m cool with him going to a strip club with his new coworkers. I most certainly was not cool with any of his behavior as of late, but to keep him close I acted like I was. I prayed. “I’m not happy. I want out of this relationship, but I know I have to forgive him 70 x 7.” At the time, I didn’t understand you can forgive someone and still be discerning by not allowing them to treat you like a doormat! I also, didn’t realize happiness wasn’t in another person or outside of myself. That wisdom would come later on my spiritual journey through other lessons 😉
I digress, back to Oct. 24th…the voice came, and a very familiar presence I recognized. I knew this was my father coming through from the other side. No one had told me of his passing two weeks earlier on October 6th 2005, but I had felt it, and pushed it away for the past 2 weeks. Now there was no denying. His spirit was in my bedroom, and he was communicating with me. Mid-prayer and heart on the line, laying in bed, I could feel my dad from the other side saying to me, “God wants you to be happy.” Clear as a bell. It was as if he was assuring me he knew, because he was there, with God. Then the following nudge came “It’s time.” I knew what he meant. He was saying, it’s time to face the truth that I had been denying for the past two weeks of his passing.
I got up from bed, blind as a bat without my glasses, and googled his full name. It was as if he was guiding me to do so. The first search result to pop up was an obituary. It was my father’s. He had passed at his home two weeks prior. This would have been about the time I felt so.
I hit the floor screaming No! My best friend, and roommate woke up and came running into the room. “I can’t read it,” I said, still full of denial. “I don’t have my glasses on. Will you please read it?” She sat down, “Oh Tiffany”, covering her mouth. I said, “It could be someone else with his name.” “Tiffany. It has your name in it.” The truth shook me so deeply. The loss of my father, and yet, I knew he was there with me. My grief took on another form.
The only person I knew who could possibly understand was my mother, who at the time, lived in Denver too, but since I didn’t grow up with her I was a little reluctant to get too close.
She was the only person I knew that spoke to the other side. I being a total skeptic at the time, wrote her off as a little eccentric and looney. I drove straight to her house the next day. “How could I possibly have known? No one contacted me.” She was so matter of fact about it. “Yes. He’s here.” She went on to speak to my dad in spirit, and bring his messages through to me.
There were things only my dad and I knew, that were revealed as my mother did not speak to my father since they went their separate ways when I was 6 years old. This would mark the beginning of my awakening, and development as a psychic, and medium. My mother was my teacher, guide, and eventually my best friend. She helped me to heal the grief of my dad’s death, lead me into the world of metaphysics, and find my passion. In my father’s passing, I made contact with the other side, and found purpose, and in reuniting with my mother found love in the midst of grief.
The following video blog illustrates how even after this knowing occurred, I still had struggles like anyone else. I began having more and more layers of my spiritual awakening unfold, until I without a doubt knew that I knew that I knew there was a benevolent universe guiding me that I would never doubt again.
Please enjoy, and tell me how you relate! I love hearing your awakening stories too! Did it happen with a bang! Or was it an unraveling? Or was it a combo of both like me? Thank you for listening to and reading about my story. May it serve your spirit!
So much love,
Tiffany
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