In one incident, I was riding on the bench seat between my parents in their old Ford Falcon. Of course we didn't use seat belts at the time (if there even were any). I would sort of sit on the hump of the floor and lean my little head right up to the radio, listening to "Tony the Tiger" relay messages to me. I would tell my parents that Tony the Tiger was talking to me through the radio. He would tell me things that would be happening that no one knew about except my extended family.
Even now, I can clearly see the looks my parents would try to secretly exchange over my little head, but I would usually catch them and wonder why they were looking so strangely. I told them of little trivial things to come, such as sicknesses and even an Uncle's death.
Why in the world I thought of the messenger as Tony the Tiger is a mystery to me, but that's exactly who I thought it was at the time. I'm assuming my guide or angel must have been a male with a deep voice! Or maybe he said “grrrreeeeeeeeeaaaaat” a lot!
I believe all children probably receive messages from the angels, but as we grow, our everyday world puts boundaries up between us and our connection to God. I do believe that some of us are just destined to continue bringing these messages in for the rest of our lives.
I know these were the earliest memories I have, but the messages kept coming from those days forward. I tried very hard to shut them down for a good part of my childhood because they frightened me. But when I hit my teens I had no choice but to accept the gift and use it wisely to help others.
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