Who startled sweet little Edmond????

edmond-11-22-16-new-coatMonday, November 7th, I had the privilege to babysit my dear mild-mannered grandson Edmond, who beams sweet smiles when first we meet.  By noon, I fed and changed him plus I brought and set up a playpen in a small bedroom, at an estate I worked on, for a sale the following week.  He seemed unsettled in there when I laid him down for a nap.  After an hour or so, he gave in to a half hour nap.  When he woke, he screamed as though he’d been startled by something, however I was the only one on that floor.  Could it have been the 95-year old lady that recently died, checking on him while I worked?   I know not.

After calming his uneasiness, I carried him to the basement to instruct my workers on where I needed a table or other pieces to reside for the sale, always making sure sharp edges are out of the walk ways.  I held Edmond facing out like he likes on my right hip, with my right arm across his front.  He likes to know what’s happening!

As I walked to the right of the basement steps he let out a startled, high pitched scream, shaking in the wake!  I turned him around facing me to caress and calm him, which happily he did so rather quickly.   I entered the room just beyond to the right where he was calm and peaceful, however upon turning around to leave the room to walk past the same area where he screeched, the same scenario happened.

I knew he saw something, someone.

Within my many years of self education via many metaphysical, spiritual and angelic books, I knew there was definitely something more there, than the naked eye could see! I knew in my heart, either the lady that just passed or her husband that passed many years before, may have been there.  I quickly placed Edmond in his car seat, grabbed my camera and took photos of the location, from entering the back right room and then back out.  I made sure Edmond never went to that area again.

What I saw when I returned home to view the pictures, was indeed an orb of white light on the brown solid wood door.  There was nothing there that my flash could have hit off of to create it!  I’ve researched orbs many times, this was indeed an orb and not a flash of light.

I told his mother, Ashley about what transpired, she said mom, do you notice how he looks beyond you, I and others when we hold him? 

Yes, always. I think he sees someone from beyond.  Do you?

She replied yes, I do mom.  It’s odd, but I think, because he’s just recently on this side ‘others’ maybe coax him or guide him from beyond. 

Maybe papa helps him. 

But papa wouldn’t scare him. 

True, papa never would scare little bits.  It seems ‘others’ must come through to new babies and parents etc. in tune, that notice what is. 

We agreed before he was born, to pay attention to what he says and does.  Little ones often have invisible friends, however many parents aren’t privy to the reality of what is, within that situation.  There’s just so much more to understand, thus by paying close attention we might gain a better understanding from our new little ones.

All that day and a few of the other set-up days, I felt a lady with short grey hair always on  my left side, at my shoulder.  I saw a small framed lady of perhaps 5′ or so.  She seemed to just hang around to view what I was up to.  I never felt afraid, just a peaceful calm exuded from her.

Two days after the sale, I informed the daughter of seeing this lady asking if in fact her mother was short.

Oh yes, she was 5’1″ in her heyday and 5′ at the end.  She did have short grey hair and was very kind.  The three of us kids never heard a harsh word from her mouth.  She never cursed or even raised her voice at us.

I felt it was your mother, but of course, I never saw a picture till the last day of the sale, via a male neighbor.  He too, said all the neighbors enjoyed her company and really liked her.  He added that he’d make sure she came to the yearly neighborhood parties, stating that she liked them as much as they liked her.  What a treat it is to know kind gentle people.

I’ll pay close attention to what Edmond says and does.  I wish he could have talked at that moment, to tell me what he saw.  At least now at 5.5 months he says da-da, so he’s beginning to talk.  He chitter-chatters all the time just before napping.  Who knows what we’ll learn from him, just by listening.

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