Before I turned three I almost choked to death, some old man died in the house that had it before us from some infection and they failed to properly disinfect it. I caught the same infection and it caused my epiglottis to swell and choke me. I was rushed to the hospital and while they were doing a tracheostomy on me I felt myself floating out of my body and seen myself from above. Ever since then I have been very sensitive to the presense of paranormal activity around me. I also remember when I was six, my Dad was watching some PBS documentary on WW I and they were showing a battlefield after fighting was done, bodies all over the place. I remember asking my Dad if he saw the angels too, and he just stared at me with his jaw in his lap and eyes wide open, unable to speak. Another time when I was eight, we were all shopping downtown Portland for xmas, and my Dad was holding my hand. We passed by an illuminated sign that had a deep blue background and it caught my eye and I stopped to look. My Dad felt me stopping and asked what I was looking at, when I told him that the blue looked like I was staring into eternity, he had the very same reaction from when I was six. My Dad was murdered when I was ten, my mother's older brother killed him and made it look like suicide, a week before I saw a brief flash of a rope burn around his neck and then it was gone, I was too scared to say anything. My Dad was visiting us and saying that him and my mother were getting back together and we were moving back to Oregon, my uncle killed him to keep it from happening.
