Children of Sight: We Have Always Known
By Candace Caro
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traces my experiences in association with a belief that I may have been blessed with a gift which involves interaction with a world beyond the everyday. I primarily target the individual who might share my sense of communion with the spirit world and may feel confused or misunderstood as a result. Children of Sight also sketches a portrayal of a Midwestern family life and the challenges I faced while moving to maturation. I designed this book not only to mark phases of my own process, but to enlighten, inspire and to provoke thought.
Candace Caro
Candace K. Caro was born in Iowa, and raised in three small rural towns of Clarinda, Red Oak, and Shenandoah. In 1969 she relocated to Phoenix, Arizona where she presently resides with her husband of twenty years, Billy and their special kitty Ernie and all the special people who surround her.
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Children of Sight - Candace Caro
CHILDREN
OF SIGHT
We Have Always Known
Candace Caro
Copyright © 2003 by Candace Caro.
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Contents
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER 1: KAZIAH FRANCES DUNCAN
CHAPTER 2: THE VISITS
CHAPTER 3: THE ATTIC
CHAPTER 4: TWO HOUSES TO SOON
CHAPTER 5: THE WATCHER
CHAPTER 6: THE POND LADY
CHAPTER 7: THE UN-HAPPY HOME
CHAPTER 8: A STRANGE PLACE TO LIVE
CHAPTER 9: NOT WHAT IS SEEMS
CHAPTER 10: THE LOST SOULS
CHAPTER 11: THE SUMMER JOB
CHAPTER 12: AND THEN THERE WAS NONE
CHAPTER 13: THE VISITOR ARRIVES
CHAPTER 14: COMING WITH YOU
CHAPTER 15: TRANSITION
CHAPTER 16: ROAD TRIP
CHAPTER 17: LIFE LESSON 101
CHAPTER 18: THE FINITE PHYSICAL BODY
CHAPTER 19: DIGESTING INFORMATION
CHAPTER 20: BILLY
CHAPTER 21: JOHN AND THE CLOSET PEOPLE
CHAPTER 22: BOB, ASHLEM , AND THE AKASHIC RECORDS
CHAPTER 23: DIVAS
CHAPTER 24: NEW GUESTS
CHAPTER 25: MICHELLE
CHAPTER 26: TRANSITIONS GREAT AND SMALL
CHAPTER 27: ROUND THREE
CHAPTER 28: MORE ODD STUFF
CHAPTER 29: STIGMATA
CHAPTER 30: AND IN CLOSING
AUTOBIOGRAPHY
DEDICATION
Dedications and Acknowledgements
To Theresa,
thank-you for your beloved son,
I love you, and I love the gift you gave to me.
To Robert Copeland
and his channeled Tibetan Master Ashlam
.
To my sister Michelle.
Thank-you for your courage
and the message that you sent to me.
To my Ernie, Bowie, Petey, Shelly,
animals that have taught me the lesson of love.
You are forever etched into my heart, and never will be replaced.
Introduction
As a very small child, I came to a realization that I had the ability to see
things. I also realized that other people did not. This made the situation a little tough when a little four year old wanted to ask mommy about the people in the closet. My mothers’ response was the normal one, It’s your imagination, go outside and play
. What was I to do? Mothers then, and hopefully now are the ultimate know all, see all, do all, am all, should have been all and could have been all. I minded my mother and went outside to play wondering just what an imagination
was. It was not long after that that I came to the conclusion that what I saw may be real to me, but not to mom. At this point in time I decided not to bother her anymore with my imagination
.
I wrote this book for all the little kids who grew up and are still wondering about strange things that they might have seen or heard. Were they real? Maybe you only have one event that happened , maybe many, or if you are like me, you spent a lot of time outdoors playing because of you imagination. I am saying to you, trust in what you experienced, it was real. Many of you have closed your mind to your gift
, you let it go away, as for me, I chose to expand my gift. Even as a small child I realized how important it was. The secret was safe with me, mom didn’t need to know everything!
Chapter 1
KAZIAH FRANCES DUNCAN
My great-grandmothers name was Kaziah Frances Duncan. She was my fathers’ grandmother. She was of Scot-Irish decent, a Mennonite in religious conviction, and one of the last surviving Civil War widows in the State of Iowa in the late sixties. When I knew her she could have been in her late eighties to early nineties, no one really knew her age. She wasn’t very tall, maybe four foot eight inches, she had snow white hair, what was left of it, no teeth, almost deaf, but she still had pretty good eye-sight and her mental state was sharp as a tack. Dad and I didn’t visit her often, but when we did it was quite and experience.
When I talked with her, I had to sit right in front of her so she could see
what I was saying. The funny thing is that during the conversation she would be mouthing the next word that I was going to say before I even said it, this would also include the start of the next conversation. She was a scary old broad. My mother did not care for grandma Duncan; she thought she was a scary old broad too. Mom told me that she had seen grandma make tables shake and rise and that she could make objects move on their own.
She said that grandma was hill people
, and hill people are different
. My mother thought that I did not know what she meant, well mom, I knew a lot. I had always presumed that everyone sees strange objects, hazy outlines of people, shadows, and to hear whispers and footsteps and to be touched by unseen hands. Hill people saw those things and were considered socially unacceptable, you do not associate with hill people and what is probably the worse thing is to have blood relatives that are hill people. I had a great uncle who really did live in the hills; my father took me to meet him once. The house he lived in was a one room shack, big enough for a small cot, small table, there was no inside plumbing, heat or central air. He did have a small wood-burning stove. The outside of the house was surrounded my soft rolling hills, and bramble bushes.
As we got out of the car, a small, old wizened man appeared in the doorway of the house. His name was Dick. He acknowledged my father, and looked at me, I was introduced and he just nodded at me. The man had long hair, an unkempt beard and an old pair of overalls on that had seen better days. I had no idea how this old man survived in these conditions. He and my father visited for about an hour, I was never spoken to, but he did look me straight in the eyes and I returned his stare, what a silent meeting of the minds, his eyes spoke volumes to me. I truly wish I could have known him, to sit and talk with him, to gain his wisdom on many things. He passed away the next spring; the knowledge was now back in the universe. I assumed that the county buried him in a paupers grave, his family really didn’t have much to do with him, even in their standards he was just a little bit too different to be considered part of