There seems to be psychic abilities that run in my family. I know I have believed for a long time that I’m receptive to the other side because of my inexplicable adult experiences. I have a cousin other than the little one I spoke of in my last post, who has spoken of such things, and an aunt too. I digressed there for just a moment because there was another event during my childhood that both my sister and I experienced!
It happened in the house we lived in as children. We grew up in an older home in the country. Our bedroom doorway stood exactly opposite the bathroom doorway, and on separate nights, from our bedroom, we each saw a man standing in front of the bathroom’s mirror. We didn’t just see a man; we saw the same man! When we compared our encounters we agreed he looked exactly like Abraham Lincoln.
We still speak of that often when we are together.
Romance through the mists of time and Love through the dimensions of reality