A WHISPER FROM THE OTHER SIDE
From a young age, I knew I was different. While most children spent their nights dreaming of whimsical adventures or playing in imaginary worlds, my nights were filled with something much more profound—glimpses into the world beyond. I first saw him during one of those nights when I was only seven years old. My grandfather. He had passed away when I was just a toddler, so my memories of him were vague at best. Yet there he was, standing at the foot of my bed, just as accurate as he had been.
I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t scream or hide under the covers. Something in his presence made me feel calm, like I was wrapped in a warm embrace. He looked at me with soft, knowing eyes, the same deep eyes my mother always described. His voice was gentle, but a firmness let me know he had something important to share.
“Sarah,” he said, “Soon, I’ll be coming to take your grandmother with me. Don’t be afraid. She won’t be alone.”
At first, the words didn’t fully register. I was just a child, still learning to understand the boundaries between the physical world and the spiritual realm. But as he continued to speak, it became clear. My grandmother—my sweet, loving grandmother—was nearing her time.
At that moment, I wasn’t filled with sadness or fear. Instead, a deep sense of peace washed over me. I had always been told that the spirits on the other side were something to fear, something unknown. But standing there in the comforting glow of my grandfather’s presence, I knew better.
The other side wasn’t a place of darkness. It was a continuation—a place of warmth where those we love wait patiently to reunite. My grandfather continued,
“She’ll be safe. And so will you. You have a gift, Sarah. You’ll see more, but remember, what you see is not meant to harm. It’s meant to guide.”
As he spoke, a calm certainty settled in me. I was young but knew I had been chosen to carry this gift. It wasn’t just a family trait passed down through generations—it was a calling. Seeing my grandfather that night wasn’t an anomaly; it was the beginning of my life as a psychic, a messenger between worlds.
Over the next few weeks, I spent as much time as possible with my grandmother. Though I never told her what I had seen, she felt it, too. There was a quiet understanding in how she would hold my hand, her fingers slightly trembling, yet her heart steady and full of love. Not long after, she passed away peacefully in her sleep. The night before, I dreamt of my grandfather again. Standing in a soft, ethereal light, he smiled at me with my grandmother by his side. She looked younger, more vibrant than I had ever seen her, free of the physical pains she had endured in life.
At that moment, I knew they were reunited on the other side, just as he had promised.
From that day forward, I have never feared the messages from the other side. They are not warnings to be afraid of but gentle nudges from loved ones who continue to watch over us. My gift passed down through generations of my family, has allowed me to connect with that world, offering comfort and guidance to those who seek it. This is a gift I am proud to possess.
Sarah Kulkens © 2024
