As a young child I had a fondness for wandering off by myself.
Living in the countryside in rural Ireland back in the early 70's meant that life was more relaxed and safe. So my parents never worried when I disappeared for a while. The angels would take me through tall meadows, along the old tinkling stream or to sit on a large stone in the river and watch the fish swim about beneath the water.
I never felt in danger and the angels always told me where to put my foot and what to hold on too. When I began school to my horror I couldn't just roam off and investigate the sounds in the grass or wait for the 12 o'clock train to whoosh past, no I was firmly stuck and hated every minute of it.
After a week or so of this 'prison state' the angels explained daydreaming to me; a wonderful idea, - my body in one place and my mind somewhere else enjoying myself and having fun. Better still I could play with the rabbits and birds instead of just watching them from a distance. The idea of daydreaming was a hit.
So I guess i've been a daydreamer all my life - always somewhere else. However as my parents liked to call it 'off with the fairies' or 'not paying attention,' etc.
Daydreaming was the angels way of introducing me to meditation and from that early age of 4, I started doing this regularly. When I was experiencing difficult times or even in boredom, i'd take myself off and experience lots of wonderful exciting places and experiences. Not being a great socialiser at school it also meant that I had somewhere to spend break-times; up in a big red balloon soaring across the sky like a bird or sitting on a cloud, even battling crocodiles in a wild dangerous river, much better than kicking an old ball around a school yard. Teachers would tell my parents I had a great imagination, but how could i explain it? It was easier to go along with it.
As the years rolled on, I found I could move my mind instantly to a place of my choosing and even with my eyes open (this was handy so as not to be caught daydreaming in class). At some point the angels disappeared from my vision but they were always there when I daydreamed or at night in my dreams. I felt their guidance and help every day of my life, although I cannot physically see them, I know they're there. I feel their presence in a gentle touch, a slight breeze on my cheek, someone playing with my hair. They've even been known to give me the odd 'shove' every now and then.
I'm very thankful for all my angels have given me, shown me and allowed me to experience. As a child I new I wasn't mad or strange, although different, I wasn't better than others but I knew I saw and experienced things they never would. And as a child that made me sad; today my understanding is better and I know this is my path in life. Tune into your angels they have so much to share with you.
As a starting point try daydreaming.
Good luck, Cora xx
