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I wasnt too much of a believer until my daughter at 3 1/2 years old came running to me about the very tall man with the wings at the top of the stairs and she was not ready to go back to heaven. I have learned alot about the spiritual world from my daughter. She is the starting point of my soul searching journey. At a very difficult time in my life, at exactly 2am every night for about 2 weeks..I would feel a presence sit down at the corner of my bed. Yes, the bed actually depressed. I didnt get a bad vibe, but i was definitly afraid because i couldnt see anything but i could feel my bed depress and the pressure in the room was different. One night i had a digital camera waiting and as soon as i felt it sit down...i went to snapping pictures in the dark. The first image caused me to jump out of bed and run in amazement to my mother. You can clearly see a facial side profile bent over as if he/she was trying to stand up from sitting on my bed...amazingly, there was a faint arch over the back (image was bent over) that resembled wings. That was my confirmation that everything was going to be ok as i had been praying to God to give me a sign. Since then, i never felt the angel sit on my bed again. I will always cherish that pic.
My experience with my spirit guide (one of them) was audible. I knew one guide was my grandmother whom i never got a chance to meet. I had been asking her to give me a sign she was around me. when i stopped looking, she showed up in the warmest way. I was waking up one morning...,just laying with my eyes closed not wanting to get up. Right in my ear, warm breath and all, i heard the sweetest voice clearly sing out...Good morning Keeshaaaa! I remember smiling with my eyes closed because it was such a warm embrace from that small greeting. I rolled over expecting to see someone there...and there was no one...I knew it was my grandma....She shows in some way when ever I call on her.
Last guide was Mark..I asked him to reveal himself in a dream and to help me to remember it when i woke up. That night at the very end of my dream, a handsome but odd looking man came through the mall doors in all white, with a black belt and a black Kango hat and black shades. I say odd because he was short and excessively muscular and an over exaggerated small waist. I woke up and i knew it was him and showing up in that way, he knew i would notice him in the dream by having over exaggerated features. Other than that he was FINE AS HELL....
Any testimonies from yall?