You're A What?

Shawn O. Shelton

Description

In this first book, the Author, Shawn, takes you on her journey. Shawn believes her gifts were not only passed down to her from her mother and ancestors, but that childhood trauma further ignited her abilities through her journey from trauma to medium. Shawn walks her readers through these experiences as they progress. Some will acknowledge their own gifts, while others will not. She believes everyone has spiritual or paranormal gifts, and it is up to each person to use them to help others.

Sujets

• Spirituality

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• Publié par: Balboa Press
• Date de parution: 01 août 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798765243534
• Langue: English

Extrait

YOU’RE A WHAT?
SHAWN O. SHELTON


Copyright © 2023 Shawn O. Shelton.
 
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The author of this book does not dispense medical advice or prescribe the use of any technique as a form of treatment for physical, emotional, or medical problems without the advice of a physician, either directly or indirectly. The intent of the author is only to offer information of a general nature to help you in your quest for emotional and spiritual well-being. In the event you use any of the information in this book for yourself, which is your constitutional right, the author and the publisher assume no responsibility for your actions.
 
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ISBN: 979-8-7652-4352-7 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-4354-1 (hc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-4353-4 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023912061
 
Balboa Press rev. date: 07/29/2023
Contents
It begins
My little person years
The check out
My Family and Our Gifts
The Evolution of My Gifts
My Heart
Missing
Investigating
Never Stop Learning
Godly

 
 
 
 
 
 
I dedicate this book to my child Cody Wayne Peterson, whose Spirit, along with others, shines like a beacon, reminding all of us that there is so much more. I love you forever, my son.
Acknowledgements
Firstly, I thank God. He makes all things possible. I want to thank my mother for her unyielding love and support throughout my life. She had always believed in me, even when I did not have confidence in myself. I have been blessed with one of the best mamas on this Earth. I also want to thank my sweetheart Art and all our families and extended families for their love, support, and words of encouragement.
It begins
G host’s, witches, spooky things. Anytime you ask a person what they know about the paranormal, or what they think it is, the conversation will normally turn to ghosts or demons. Something evil and terrible will come to mind that they saw in a movie. Then the stories will begin, and the experiences will start to come out about events that person had, or their family members have had. Times will be remembered of older relatives or loved one who have had something occur that stays with them forever. What does that word paranormal mean? Literally, my definition of paranormal is anything that is not explainable with taste, touch, feel, sight or hearing, but mainly, unexplainable. So not necessarily just ghosts, but many things. Well, I am no different. I love this part of my world and have had it with me forever.
Let me just give a few details about the book before we move forward. This is my first work, and I am so excited. It may jump around a little bit, but I hope it will be helpful to you and interesting none the less. My first memories and recollections of this paranormal side of things probably started when I was very young, but moments that I recall did not begin so much for me until I was a young teen. My mother, myself, and much of my family are members of the Choctaw Nation. My mother had been adopted as an infant. My grandparents were wonderful people and the best of grandparents a granddaughter could have. They would take me fishing up on Christopher Creek in the summer. My grandpa and I would walk all over that creek catching fish.
Then my grandma and I would cook them up and we would all enjoy a great meal. My granny would have me take what she called kitty baths with a bowl of hot water and a washcloth a lot of times to get cleaned up. I think she did this to keep me from getting so cold and it was just easier than a shower or bath. Those were some wonderful moments in my life. They did not happen a lot, but I do remember them to this day. My Grandpa was a very kind man, and my grandmother was also a very kind woman. I think grandma’s young life was very hard, and as a result, she had moments when she was hard as well. When she was just twelve years old, her father had passed away and she had to go to work to help her mother and family survive. She had eight brothers and sisters. So, she went to the Bell Telephone Company, told a little fib about how old she was because she was 5’9” in her young life, and she became a telephone operator. She worked at that job until she retired as a supervisor. The only glitch was that she had to go back and prove her age because she had fibbed about it to get the job. My Grandma had to present her birth documents to be able to retire and claim social security. She was able to provide what was requested, but that is when I am sure she thought she had shot herself in the foot for sure. They were good people, salt of the Earth, and I loved them dearly.
I believe that these gifts and abilities are something that all of us have some portion of. Exactly why they become more dominant or prevalent in some and not so much so in others is a great question? My mother has always been able to sense when someone had come into our home, or if something was just not as it should be in our home. There would be something odd, but not obvious that she would sense. For instance, one night she was asleep and awoke sitting up and went out into the kitchen to find the freezer door open. She closed it so that the meat would not go bad. Another time, she told me she felt like someone had come into our mobile home, but neither of us could see anything different. She finally spoke with my grandpa who told her that he had come by and done some work on the cooler and had come through the house not moving anything.
My mama is in her late 80’s now and she senses that at night someone is on her bed. It is not a terrible or worrisome feeling, but I have noticed that since my dad, who I will call Sam had passed in 2014, she has had this feeling often. We just say it is him. Now Sam was my mother’s husband for seventeen years and NOT my biological father. Some people are blessed to be able to call a stepparent dad. I was one of those. Sam was a great man, good husband to my mother and to me a wonderful dad. He loved my mom, and I could not have asked for more.
Mothers by their nature and the job they have seem to be able to pick up on when their children have an issue or tell a fib about something. My mom was no different. I tried to pull a fast one on her now and then, but she always knew. She told me she could see it in my eyes. I believe her. I just stopped trying to pull fast ones because she always knew. Must be the native blood. Our native culture believes the eyes are the window to the soul. I think they are correct.
My mama had to work all night for an electronics company back in the day when I was about thirteen years old. She and I lived in a single wide trailer house, and we had seen how quickly these homes could burn up if they ever caught fire. My bedroom was at the front of the mobile home, and my mama’s master bedroom was at the rear of our home with a large king size bed in it. Back then we had a house phone. Cell phones were still evolving and were large brick looking items in a big box that wealthy folks had. Obviously, that did not fit us at least financially. My mom would leave for work about 9 pm., and I would head to her bed. She would come home in the morning, and I would head to school.
I remembered that I would always sleep on the side of the bed closest to the phone on the nightstand. Since I had been a little tiny girl, I would never let my toes or hands hang off in any way from the side of bed. That was because I was always worried about the goof in spoofers trying to touch my feet or fingers. Not sure what the goof in spoofers were, but they were and issue for me, and still are an issue to some degree for me. I am not real keen on my feet, or hands hanging off the bed at all. I am probably not alone in that even today. I was a little girl when Dark Shadows and a black and white movie that had Gargoyles in a cave and on the tops of buildings had come out. That may have something to do with it.
Anyhow, I had gone to bed one night when I was 13 years old, everything was locked up, my mom had gone to work her shift, and I was sound asleep. Sometime in the night I remember opening my eyes to see a man standing beside my side of the bed. He was standing there as plain as day in what looked like a wool suit with a hound’s tooth print on it. It was from an older time period. It looked like a suit a man would have worn in cooler country rather that in a hot climate such as Arizona. He was not touching me nor trying to do so at that moment. His hands were within each other as he just stood there looking down on me. I could not see this man’s face very clear because it was covered in a glowing whiteness. I could see his eyes, nose, and mouth but just slightly. From the neck of his shirt up, he was bright, glowing whiteness. His hands that I could see were glowing white as well.
I just laid rig