How it all got started
The first Whisper
My grandmother told me, at the age of three she knew the I was different. One summer night closes to midnight I got up out of bed and went to the front door. Motioning to my grandma that I wanted to go out. No no, it’s too late to go out and play. Grandma takes her back to bed. A few minutes later I came back to the front door. Banging on it and demanding to go out. Grandma becomes more stern this time, taking me back to bed with a bit of a spanking. Again I get back up and go to the front door banging on it even harder. Demanding that she had to go out. Seeing the determined look on my face, grandma knew this was not just a, I want to go out an play look. Grandpa said why don’t you let her go out and see what she wants? With a confused look, and the shrug of the shoulders, she opened the door to see where I would go. She saw me head right for the neighbors house, however the lights were on so she let her go. She banged on the door and the neighbor lady answered. I started to jabber in her own language. Barbara the neighbor lady listen to every word with great attention. Grandma thought to herself how nice of her to appease such a small child in the middle of the night, that wanted to talk to her. As soon as I was done with what I had to say, I turned around and walked straight back to the house and got in her bed and went to sleep with no trouble or guidance from anyone. The neighbors lights went out, and All was quiet. Grandma figured I’ll talk to her tomorrow find out what that was all about. The next day grandma went over to the neighbor to inquire about the midnight meeting. Barbara she asked, what in the world were you and my granddaughter doing last night in the middle of the night having a conversation. Barbara looked at her with question on her face, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Vondean, I went to bed early last night and slept all night long. No... said grandma, I saw you answer the door and she told you something big! You stood there and listen to every word she said. Barbara shook her Head in disbelief, and said sorry I was asleep all night long. Looking at my grandma like she was crazy.It was on that day she knew that something very different had happened she just didn’t know what it was.
The second Whisper
I was only 5 at the time and I remember very clearly because I was so irritated that I got scolded for speaking out. One day a woman came to my grandmothers house. She was very pregnant, Huge, and I remember looking up at her and thinking oh what a beautiful baby is in there. I recall her complaining about how the baby would not come out and she was tired of waiting for this child to be born. All the sudden I blurted out, “ well she does not want to come out, because you and the daddy are fighting and screaming and yelling all the time and she is scared she does not want to come out.” My grandmother quickly shushed me and motioned me to go into the next room. The woman was very angry and upset and left like a storm. My grandmother scolded me and told me I should not talk like that to people. Why? I asked, it’s true I said. Didn’t you hear her? I asked my grandma. No I did not hear anything she replied. And you should not make things up! But I’m not making it up, I heard her, I can hear her. Why can’t you? I said to her. I was so mad, so irritated, that she was treating me like this. I started to cry. My grandmother told me that she was sorry, however she does not here things like that. Well I do I replied to her. That was the start of many conversations between myself and my grandmother about what she can hear and what I can hear and the difference between the two of us.
My grandmother was a very open minded woman. Much more advanced spiritually then most people of her age and her time. 1955 was not exactly the age of metaphysical things. She was born in 1911, however had told me stories of some of her own strange encounters. So she understood to some extent what I was going through. She knew that I had a hearing problem totally deaf in one ear and not so good in the other. That made a speech impediment which made it hard for people to understand what I was saying in the first place.
Those days was not the time for open mindedness and exploration of the metaphysical. My parents, was not equipped to handle a handicapped child little loan a child with gifts of the metaphysical type. The only thing the kept me out of an institution was my grandmother.
A working whisper
I was in my late teens working in the local cannery. I was tired and it was reaching the end of my shift. I had went to the bathroom to freshen up and see if I could rejuvenate myself to finish the shift. I took a few moments to sit down and just close my eyes. As a teenager I had gotten curious about the Ouija board. (Not a good idea) I feel that the Ouija board is an open door to negative energies. That being said, as I was resting with my eyes close I saw blood around this one coworker. I didn’t know what to do or what it even meant all I saw was blood and knew something bad was going to happen. I didn’t do anything I just kept it to myself. What was I to do walk up to the person and say hey I see blood all around you be careful? I had been denying my gifts because of school and programming, television, religion, and other types of programming. I was being convinced that this was all in my head and such silly things did not exist, however I was still curious. Anyway, later that shift, that coworker had got her hand caught in the machine and lost two fingers. I started having nightmares and knew that ouija board was not something I wanted to play around with so I gave it back to the person that loaned it to me and told them no thank you.
She who hears without ears.
While I was with my tribe, they also called me “She who hears without ears” it was because of my intuitive abilities and I started to channel people’s spirit guides and angles. This became a very strong gift and one that I love the most. It is such an honor to be of service to others in that way.