Linda's Story:      

I can't remember my mother ever holding me…just beating me for reasons I never understood at such an early age. After all, she was my mother; shouldn't she love me? What was it I did to deserve this rage? Besides her non-stop physical and mental abuse, she would "punish" me by making me crawl around and clean the floor. It was like she had to punish me to feel better about something she carried around inside her. Unaware of what she did to me when he was at work, my dad took a picture of me scrubbing the floor with mom glaring at me while I did it. I guess they thought it was "cute." This just told me that somehow he supported her inner unresolved torment. 

Every day was more of the same. She was angry all the time and her hatred for me defied reason. It was such a shock to me that, at just 20 months of age, I had run out of life options. I had to find a way out of this extremely desperate situation. This was a special kind of hell she had created for me, one I knew I had to escape from. 

I did the only thing I could. I shook the gate latch loose and I ran. I ran as fast as I could. My intuition told me which way to go to find my dad because I knew he would save me from her. I never made it. Two Sacramento police officers found me miles from home, running down the median of a busy freeway, my bare feet bleeding, dressed in a diaper and a baby snap-up shirt. They asked me where I was going and I told them, "I'm going to find my daddy…there's something wrong with mommy." 

I refused to tell them where I lived so they took me to the candy store and bribed me with my favorite goodies. This is when I became vulnerable to telling them the truth about where I lived. Not knowing the names of the streets I pointed out to them, turn by turn, how to get back to my house. 

My mom answered the door with the most shocked look on her face. She hadn't even noticed I was gone. She covered up any anger she was feeling with a false demeanor of concern and false love. Her acting job convinced the policemen that she was truly concerned about me being gone. She thanked the officers for finding me and bringing me home safely. When the policemen were gone, she took me inside and closed the door; she grabbed the candy out of my hands and threw it in the garbage. Then she beat me unconscious. 

I woke up sometime later and couldn't walk - only to find myself right back in the hell I had tried to escape from. Realizing I couldn't run from this I cried out for help. Although I didn't know who I was asking, to my surprise, someone answered me. I felt a benevolent presence surrounding me. I didn't know who or what this was but it was real and "they" were on my side. 

Finally, someone was on my side - someone was there with me - someone who loved me for the first time in my life. This day was the beginning of the powerful life coach training I would receive from my "Spirit Guide Angels" throughout the rest of my life. You see, "They" raised me, not the parents I was born to. 

Their training started with a dream I call the "merry-go-round" dream, which was one of the first strong memories I had as a child. I guess they wanted me to learn this important lesson about my life's work because I had this same dream multiple times per night until I was 35 years old. They told me that my mission in this life was to show others how to overcome their fears so they could live the life they intended to live before they were born.  Cont'd at Right...