| Pebbles From Heaven |
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| In October of 1969, when I was eleven years old, my great uncle died. A few days after his death, something happened that changed my attitude about psychic/spiritual phenomena. When Uncle Harry died, my younger brother, Tom, and I did not attend the funeral. We spent a few days with family friends and returned home on a Sunday evening. We lived on the top floor of a three-family tenement. The lady on the first floor was a divorcee with five children. Her name was Joan and she and my mother were good friends. That Sunday evening, Joan was visiting with my mother in our kitchen. My brother and I were goofing around at the table. All of a sudden we all heard a noise that sounded like thunder. One of the adults remarked that they never saw a storm come on so suddenly. Not only did the noise persist, but it seemed to be rumbling through our apartment building. All of a sudden, the entire building seemed to be shaking, the kitchen lights flickered. The air suddenly seemed charged with energy, and I knew that something was about to happen. All at once, these little white pebbles began pouring out of one of our kitchen walls. They were streaming out of the wall like a waterfall and bouncing around us when they landed. There was a noise like rain. My younger brother, Tom, who was eight years old at the time, ran into the living room and crawled under a coffee table. Believe me, I wanted to join him, but I couldn't move! After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than 2-3 minutes, Joan's kids started yelling for her. She started walking toward the door, and the moment that she did, it all just stopped. It turned out that her kids heard the noises and felt the shaking, but did not see any pebbles. After mom calmed my little brother down, she called her friend, Beverly, who was a psychic medium. Beverly thought it was just my great uncle's way of staying goodbye. Incidently, when it stopped, only several of the pebbles remained. Mom wrapped then in a tissue and put them on top of the refrigerator. She was planning on showing them to Beverly the following day. When she got up in the morning, those pebbles were gone too. This experience did more than scare the pants off me. LOL It changed my thinking about myself and about psychic phenomena for several reasons. For one thing, I had had numerous psychic, spiritual or otherwise unexplainable experiences since I was very young. But this was the first time that other people were in the room with me and witnessed the whole thing. Up until that night, I sometimes wondered if I imagined or dreamed the unexplained experiences that I had. Also, in the past, I experienced phenomena in which I saw, heard, or felt things, but never all at once! Not like it was that night. Seeing and hearing the pebbles, and feeling the energy behind them, it was, well....... it was really dramatic, and had this profound influence upon me. I started to trust my senses more after that. I didn't write-off unusual experiences as my "imagination" just because there were no witnesses to validate what I saw or heard. |