It All Started When I Met Micheal

I would like to dedicate this to Micheal my "imaginary" friend. The earliest memory I have of my first play mate Micheal was possibly in the year 1992.

When I close my eyes I can remember it so very clear. It was a warm day, my mother was in the back yard hanging the washing. I would accompany her. Micheal would always be there. I simply adored spinning around and around the pole of the washing line as my mother hung our clothes to dry. Micheal would be holding onto the pole as well and we would run in circles holding ever so tightly, getting dizzy, we would laugh.

I just had a flash back of his gorgeous smile. He was such a happy child. I remember him so clearly he had blue eyes, blond hair and always appeared to be wearing pajamas. The pajamas were black with colorful race cars printed all over, with a purple neckline. The pajamas always stood out to me... He was so energetic, filled with life.

The day my sister was born, I can't recall ever seeing him again.

My mother always said I had an imaginary friend. He appeared to be so real to me, alive. I cannot understand as an adult now how he was imaginary. In my opinion that's a very strong imagination for a four year old to have. I will admit I have considered Micheal was possibly a ghost.

To me, God and ghosts are very similar like the air we breathe. Air, we cannot see it, but we believe it is there and it very much real.

I do not believe in God yet I believe in spirits. I only believe what I experience. I do feel incredibly hypocritical that I do not believe in God.

I see, I hear, I communicate with the dead. And it is incredibly difficult for me to admit that to myself for I have such a rational mind. To have a mind that is in a constant battle to determine whether am I going crazy or not is hard.

I am "MsV" and this is one of my experiences.

My best friend is a nanny. She has this ability to connect with a child and make them feel protected.

There is a house in Port Melbourne (Melbourne, Victoria), it doesn't appear to be an old house.

I came over to help her nanny. We played games all day. Nothing appeared different to me. No "vibes" I was picking up. When the children were playing upstairs, my friend started to prepare dinner, I was cleaning all the toys. I apologize to use a line that is used too much but it was as if someone who was short was standing behind me near the door way. Watching me out of curiosity. I turned around but saw nothing. But kept receiving that distinct feeling of a short person. That feeling lasted until I had finished cleaning. Roughly 15 minutes later.

Kids had dinner, then they went upstairs with my best friends so she could read them a story before putting them to bed. I was in the living room. Tidying up the puzzles. I couldn't believe how much mess a 3 and 5 year old could create in a day.

I remembered my best friend started to sing a nursery rhyme, one of the childrens favorites. The kids started to sing a long.

Then I heard her.

This angelic voice of a young girl started to sing along with them. The voice came from downstairs. The voice was coming from the bathroom. The only people in the house was me, my best friend and the two children. I simply froze and listened to the joy in the child's voice as she sung along. It appeared that this too was one of her favorite nursery rhymes.

Who was she, I do not know. How long has she been there, I do not know that either.

I guess also dedicate this to children who walk in this spirit world alone.

My love I give to you. X