Born a Medium

Posted by Bobbi Rowntree on Sunday, May 26, 2019

I have been able to communicate with those who have crossed over my entire life. To use the word "communicate" when speaking of what would happen in my childhood would be a gross misnomer. As a child the voices and the faces were beyond my control. They would come when I was playing quietly. They would yell and they would frighten me. Sending pictures through my brain trying so hard to get my attention. I used to think they looked like monster running at me in my mind, giving me no where to hide. The sounds in the house would change as well. My family would speak to me but their speech patterns would be too quick for the or far too slow. Machinery near, such as a dishwasher, would become louder and so much more invasive. At the time I didn't think it was different. Just different from the other people in my house. But, these "episodes" were people desperately trying to communicate. I did not entirely know that at the time but as my life progressed from that point I began to wonder if there was a bigger reason for my "episodes" . It wasn't until I was 16 and I heard the stories of my Grandmother's visits to my parents whilst she was in a coma a province away that I felt vindicated in my suspicions regarding the things I would see and hear in my mind.