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As a child growing up, I often told my parents stories about people that no one else could see. At the age of 18 months, my mom's dad passed away, and I was very attached to him. All my cousins had been born blonde and blue-eyed,and I was the only one of our family to inherit the black hair and hazel eyes of my grandpa's family (his mother was Cherokee). He called me his little "black-headed doll", and my mom has always said I was his favorite. After he died, he began appearing to me throughout my life. The first time was when I was about 20 months old. I was riding in my carseat with my mom, uncle, and grandmother in a car and mom said out of nowhere, I started talking and giggling to something in the backseat between me and my uncle. She said she asked me who I was talking to and I replied "Papa!" All three of them were stunned but kinda brushed it off. Then a few years later, I got very sick with the flu. I remember being in my grandma's bed and a lady with long black hair came in and sat on the bed next to me and told me to eat my soup so I would be able to get better. She said "Papa told me you have to eat, ok?" So I ate a little of the soup by my bed and then went to sleep. When I woke up, I asked my Gran who the lady was who had come to see me. She asked what I meant and said that we were the only two in the house. When I described the woman, Gran's face totally changed. She looked kinda weirded out and then went to get a picture out of her cedar chest. She showed me a picture of the woman and asked if that was who I had seen and I said yes, and Gran explained that it was my Papa's mother, who had died 15 years before I was born. I had experiences like this all throughout my 25 years on this earth. When I went on a tour of the college campus that I went to in 2000, I felt a choking sensation as we were walking through one of the dorms and then later found out that a girl had been murdered in her dorm room by a guy who raped her and then strangled her. Sometimes these experiences terrify me, and others I feel uplifted, because I know certain loved ones I thought I lost are not lost at all.
Now, I'm married and I have a 4-year-old daughter. And now I'm seeing my daughter having the same experiences I had as a child. One night a couple months back, when we were coming home from visiting some family, she asked me if she would get to see Macy again when we got home. Macy is my sister-in-law's black lab, who died last fall. I explained to my daughter that Macy lives with Jesus now, and that she wouldn't get to see Macy anymore. My daughter then told me that Macy lived in her closet, and she played with her every day. She also said that Macy slept on the foot of her bed to keep the "bad man" out of her room. When I asked her about the bad man, she got very quiet and wouldn't say anything more except that he "looks scary, Mommy". This worries me, because I know as a child how much sometimes I would be so scared because I saw things other people couldn't. But at the same time, I'm also a little fascinated with the fact that my daughter has the same gift I've tried so hard to ignore.
So my question is (after writing that novel! Sorry! LOL) do you think that being sensitive is something that is passed on through genetics?? No one else in my family before me has ever mentioned having these experiences, but now my daughter is, so it's making me wonder. I'd love to hear some opinions on this, please!