My earliest memories are before my birth. I was like a radio receiver absorbing every thought, feeling and intention around me. My parents and everyone around me were ignoring energy, and Spirit. I couldn't understand it, and I was scared of the dense, material world around me.
There was a voice that spoke to me from the inside. A woman's voice. She helped me to be happy. She said how, and why people behaved in the ways they did. She explained my parents' pain and hurts to me so I understood them a bit better.
As I grew older, I began to notice that the voice was at odds with the way my family and people around me felt and thought. Like when the voice told me that I should go outside and dance barefoot in the rain. Or it told me to eat the earth right out of the ground - providing much needed minerals! My mother was very angry with me.
Along with the woman's voice, there was a whispering that went on all the time in the background. It got louder and louder if I got upset in any way. When I was nine years old, I overheard my father berating his patients, he's a GP. Talking about the "nutters who hear voices in their heads." My parents mimicked and laughed at them. He said they should all be locked up in the "nuthouse" and put on drugs.
I was so scared that I ran upstairs and locked myself in the loo. That was the moment I found out that other people didn't hear voices too. Up to then, to me, it as was as natural as hearing birdsong. I begged the voice, and the whispering to stop. Because Spirit is kind and loving, it all immediately stopped. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the first time I felt powerful. But it was also my first dose of a long spell of loneliness.
Anyway, my first thought was, hmmm now what can I get up to now they've all gone. I was about 9 years old. My ego had been born! I spent my early teenage years full of struggles. I called myself an atheist. But I still managed to work white nature magic spells, and they all manifested beautifully, every time, to my astonishment!
Spirit came back to me at a low point when I was about 15. I asked for help, and they all came back. I shook from head to toe with the vibration of their love. I said then, "Spirit, take over! I have had enough!" And so I began my Spirit led path. I follow my heart and my joy wherever it takes me. My formula for life has become: Trust Spirit + Explore Life with Love = Freedom.
Zoe's Personal Spiritual Story