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Even further back than age two. I remember being a baby and dad tossing toward the ceiling from underneath my arms, and the ceiling coming closer, and closer, until l flinched in panic, and his fingers hurt my armpits as he caught me coming down, and oddly, it’s as if that ‘ceiling barrier’ has been with me all my life, and been put there every time l decide l will go further. At age two l remember a boy aged about three, standing on an upturned boat, on a beach, and my brother aged three climbed up with him. But he refused to help me up. And laughed when l begged him, and l tried to climb. Then the boy reached down and pulled my by my hand, and l was standing next to him between them both, and my brother was furious. He’s been my hero ever since and l still wonder what became of him, that boy, in 1947. Our lives unfolded like that, my brother and l, right until he died six years ago he was cruel to me. I tried then, whilst writing my condolences to his wife, to just recall one kind incident he’d done toward me, and was so sad to realise, there were none. We write our life paths with our creator long before we are conceived. From conception to death, every test we face, we create them then. In 1998 l had another home move, my files were lost in transit while my then husband’s, and our son’s arrived from the previous doctor quite quickly. So l wrote down a background, three pages of type, because of my rare blood type, and my immune sufficiency complications. And serious allergies to meds and vaccines. I was sitting in their waiting room a few weeks later when the manager asked how l could possibly recall so much, so far back in life, because when my records arrived, they couldn’t fault one entry. Also, l’d missed out quite a lot because l didn’t think bad reactions to things like HRT mattered at that time, l’d gone way past the menopause by then. Or collapsing from iron serum either, as l’d stopped heavy bleeds by then. She, plus my new doctor said it was seriously unusual for me to have such a very long memory back to the start of life! They were just starting to upload paper documents to computer, and uploaded mine just as l had written them. Unfortunately, they’ve made it harder for me, as 24 years on, it’s an enigma to my current doctor’s practise, as to why mine are written in first person, every time they access them on their computer. Why is my life the odd one out, it always is?
I’m adding to my two year old experience on the beach, and the boat, because it was only a. Small part of a that whole day l remember. My mum was heavily pregnant with baby number four, l was number three. recall listening to my kid brother’s heart beating through her stomach wall, and him kicking my cheek as l listened. I also listened to her next baby, a girl. When l was rising six. My dad and aunt (his sister) did what all expectant dad’s did closer to delivery dates back in the forties, when kid brother was imminent, and got well out of the way and left nurses and doctors and other females alone, to get on with impending deliveries. It was not a man’s place back then. So we travelled by train to the seaside, a hundred miles, with the two of them, my big brother, and myself that ‘boat on the beach’ day. To avoid us distracting mum in labour. My big sister was elsewhere, she was seven, five years my senior. So, at two, l recall being sick all over the carriage on the train because our seats travelled backwards, and to this day, l cannot travel backwards, because l also remember being taken very high up and again, travelling backwards, over land, sea, and mountains, as l couldn’t face my hosts on whatever vehicle flew us. So, despite never travelling abroad, as an adult, l’m recognising places l’d never physically been, l assumed? Since I’ve seen UFOs lifelong, often with others, l wonder in old age, was l one of these people being abducted, just for rides. It was almost as if l couldn’t bear to look at who l was with. Then years later, that baby mum was having that day in 1948, five months after my second birthday, said to me as a boy rising eleven, that not only did someone keep calling his name, when he was alone at home, but he was so afraid because he said at nights he used to ‘fly’ way up high, and across hills and mountains, just like me. He described the things l saw whilst ‘flying’. He was so scared once when l got home firs behind him, he even had a broom wedging the hall door because the ‘voice’ calling him scared him to death..he was following in my footsteps psychically. I too was haunted there, by the ghost of a teenager killed on a motorbike, who still lived inside his biker coat and actually dropped it off the peg in the hall, in front of me as l pee’d on the loo in the night with the door wide open. Like he was teasing me. It was so solid in waterproof material, it stayed upright as if someone was wearing it, as if looking at me. It was long and heavy duty forties style and thick enough to stay upright. Dad bought it from an advert in the local paper from the dead lads parents He died in it, yet you wouldn’t know it. I was so scared l ran back underneath my bed covers. Next day dad came to our bedrooms and angrily said to all five of us kids by then, “Ok, who’s the silly bugger then, who did this?” And he frog marched us to the living room where the biker mac’ was laying stretched out on the sofa, arm stretched out along the back, as it lay sprawled out taking all the sofa. He was convince one of us did it. I tried to tell him what l saw, and got my first backhander for lying over ghosts. I was twelve, and much more paranormal was to come.
PS: it’s four in the morning here in the UK, l wake about four times a night for a pee, with heart failure. I’m at the stage l feel constantly queasy, and giddy. If l disappear for good one day in the not too distant, you’ll know l’ve joined the ‘Macintosh’ on his pillion, l loved biking and can ride a motorbike, and am way to long in the tooth to be scared of ghosts now, l’ve met far too many since his game playing started. And pretty soon, l’ll be one myself. I may even play about in here, and tweak your buttons, since l like giving proof! That kid brother is B Negative by the way.
Yes I do remember things from when I was two and even a few things from when I was a baby.
Please, tell us what you do recall?