​​​Angie Welch

Medium, Pranic Healer, Artist

​Leap of Faith Soul Space

17 Doughty Drive, Suite 215, Brewer, Maine

​207-266-1555

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A Child’s View; don’t you see them?
By: Angie Welch

As a Spiritualist Medium and Psychic I find that

people are always intrigued with the gift/ability of

connecting with those who have passed on from

this world to the next.  Truth be told, I think we

ALL have this gift/ability, it’s just that many of

us forget it or purposely hide it at an early age. 

This divine birthright as I see it, often gets pushed

aside, tucked way way in the back of our minds, because

at some point you were told you were wrong in what you saw, felt or heard.

​When I was about four years old I had my first memorable experience with someone who was no longer in physical form.  I don’t say ghost, because honestly there is a difference between a “ghost’, and someone in spirit who has crossed over (but that is for another blog). My mom and I were visiting her best friend Joni.  Joni had a daughter named Jenna that I would play with.  We were at that house a lot during my childhood.  I don’t remember Jenna being there that day, so I was stuck with the adults.  Ever the little helper bee, I was helping with chores and Joni sent me downstairs to get some towels out of the dryer.  This memory is burned into my brain, and I recall it with near perfect details.

When I went downstairs something was different. There was cigarette smoke in the air (I could see and smell it), and I saw 2 guys I didn’t recognize playing pool.  Now in fairness, none of that concerned me, as this was common at this house.  It was the late 70’s and there were a lot of big parties at that house, so I expected to see guys playing pool in the basement.  What got my attention as ‘out of place’, was the older lady in the rocking chair.  She was smoking a cigarette and watching the guys play pool. She was rocking away… smoking her cigarette. She looked over, lifted her hand in a waving motion and smiled at me. We made eye contact and I smiled back. I remember this interaction very clearly.  I got the towels from the dryer and took them upstairs.  I knew my friend Jenna had a grandmother who lived next door: her name was Grammy Greene - but THIS was NOT Grammy Greene.  I had no idea who this old lady was.  And that was odd to me.  I was used to seeing random YOUNG adults there, but NOT old people.  

As I gave the towels to Joni, I asked:  “Who is the ‘grammy’ downstairs”? She looked at me oddly and said she didn’t know what I meant.  I was persistent and told her what I saw downstairs.  I told her, “There are two guys I don’t know playing pool, and a ‘grammy’ smoking a cigarette in the rocking chair”.  She looked concerned and told me there was NO ONE downstairs.  I remember arguing with her until she walked me  downstairs and showed me there was no one there.  I was confused, but stood my ground on what I had seen.

I assumed they must have all decided to leave and went

out the storm door. The basement had an old storm cellar

type exit, and it was the only logical explanation my four

year old mind could come up with.

​I found out, MANY years later into my adulthood, that Joni

admitted to my mother that “the house was haunted” but she

didn’t want to scare me or my mom. I had many more

experiences like this as a child. One included an early morning

episode of me frantically crying and telling my mom that Grampy Greene had just woken me up to tell me he was sorry that he had to go away, and we wouldn’t be able to visit and have toast with apple jelly anymore, but I still needed to be a good girl for my mom. ​​

We didn’t have a telephone back then and later that morning my mom’s friend Joni came by to say her Dad had passed away in the early morning hours. I think that’s when my mom really started to believe that I could “see” things she couldn’t.  

Luckily my mother never really dismissed anything I told her.  She would let me tell her what I saw, acknowledge it, and then change the subject because she didn’t know how to deal with what she KNEW I was experiencing.  

​As years went on and I got older, I did a lot of my own research and self teaching to understand my gifts.

So, have you had an experience similar to this?  Do you know children in your life who have shared stories of things they have seen, heard or felt?  Don’t dismiss it just because you aren’t experiencing the same thing.  Acknowledge their experience.  Ask curious questions to understand them.  Children naturally can see, hear and sense things much better than adults because they haven’t put the filters in place yet. If you want to help your child to be more spiritually connected, start with acknowledging their experience and gifts. You don’t have to have all the answers.  Speak with a trusted medium that can help you to allow their ability to unfold safely and naturally. (I myself have worked with kids as young as 3 or 4.)  Allow them to be authentic and naturally connected to Spirit.  I promise, you’ll be glad you did, and they will thank you later.

Blessings,

Angie​​