Yes I do. I going to share an experience that convinced me there’s more around us than meets the eye. The experience didn’t scare me. In fact It helped.
It was like this: I wanted to change my name because my father chose it off the top of his head after I was born. I didn’t like or want the name he gave me. That damn name never fit. I thought after all the misery he put me through, he gave up his right to name me.
So,I kept trying to come up with a name. Janay, Jemma, Joleigh, Jaylia, Carlotta. Colette, Caroline, Camia, Cresent, Michelle. Didn’t like any of them.
Then one day I was walking down the yellow brick road… just kidding. Actually, I was going to the library. I got out of my car heard a voice say “ —–, name yourself —–.” The voice seemed to be on some kind of radio frequency. It was strange, but real. I don’t know how to explain it.
I like the name. The name fits me perfectly, It is an Urdu word that means separate. In Nigeria it means wall. I did want to dissociate myself from him. And I did with help from a spirit right outside of my sight. Thank you.
