Who is more open to the workings of spirit than young children? They live their lives weaving between the real world and their world of make believe, often finding it hard to differentiate between one and the other. Because of this, we often dispel the stories they share, or tune out their garbled chatter with special friends unseen by our human eyes.

They say that children are especially receptive in the years prior to school age. This is because they haven’t had too much outside influence to plant seeds of doubt, seeds that will take root and spread through their consciousness for years to come.

Our daughter, her spouse and their two children were renting a particular home for over two years. When they decided to move closer into town our Grandson Owen was understandably upset, after all, he was just three and a half years old, so he had spent the major part of his life there.

On a daily basis Owen asked to go back to his other home, and whenever they drove past the place he would cry and cry, begging them to pull into the driveway. One particular day as they drove by his eyes welled up with tears, “I miss my other mommy”, he said. When his mother asked him what he was talking about, Owen went on to tell her about his “other mommy”. He said that she lived in their old home and she was there all the time.

Owens’ “other mommy” would sit on the edge of his bed, and she frequently told him stories about her two boys. This was confirmed by Owens’ sister, who said that she had seen the woman as well. Owen went on to say that he missed talking with his “other mommy”, and that she was nice to him, but she was sad too.

We could have sloughed this off as Owen having an imaginary friend, but what a loss that would have been. For an investigation has provided us with some interesting information. Before our daughter moved into the home, a couple and their two boys had lived there. The mother had died about a year or so prior of an aneurism, it happened quickly and unexpectedly.

So who was this special friend of Owens’? Was she imaginary, or was she spirit? There is no doubt in my mind. Now my focus is to ensure the door stays open, so our grandchildren can continue to be receptors for spirit and other phenomena. I can only imagine the wonders they’ll share.

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