When I was a little girl, after my Mom came in to say my prayers with me, turned off the light, kissed my forehead and told me to go to sleep, I would still stay awake and talk to Tommie. I don’t recall when I first began talking to Tommie, but even as a young age, I remember talking with Tommie before I closed my eyes.
I would recount my day to Tommie every night. When I was very young, I would whisper to Tommie, but that evolved into just talking with her in my mind. Especially after my Mom came in one night and asked me who I was talking with and I replied Tommie. My Mom’s reaction didn’t go well. She had a hard time understanding my explanation and so I began to just converse with Tommie in my mind without speaking outloud.
My sister had an imaginary friend who was around her age, but that wasn’t Tommie. She was not a playmate. She had more of a motherly kindness to her. She listened with a compassionate heart and sometimes gave me tidbits of wisdom.
I remember just telling her about my day and as a child it was about school, my friends and even about my family and what I had for dinner. But I also remember talking with her about what worried me and it always seemed that even though I could never see her, she soothed me. She didn’t speak to me outloud. I never heard her voice in my ear. Instead it was as if we spoke telepathically. I knew what she said to me.
I have often wondered if she were a figment of my imagination, but I truly doubt it. Whether she’s a deceased relative, a spirit guide, a guardian angel or perhaps even my subconscious, I don’t know for sure. She stayed with me until my early teens when I didn’t take the time to pray as much before bedtime. It wasn’t that she left me, but that my family teased me about my strange abilities so I turned away from them deliberately. Now I’m feeling as though they are returning.
I haven’t thought of Tommie in years so I’m finding it so interesting that she came to mind today. Throughout the years since childhood, I have always felt a presence in my life. It seems that suddenly I am emerging again into that place of knowing and awareness.
I am excited to return to Me again….
The Evolution of Remembering Me….
REMEVOLUTION 
This is beautiful, thank you. I also had an imaginary friend but she was more of a companion, dressed like Little House on the Prairie. No one acted as if it were out of the ordinary, I remember she went with us on car trips. Pretty funny. I still have imaginary notfriends like Jasper. 🙂
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How lovely that yours was not considered out of the ordinary. My sister’s imaginary friend was similar to yours. Mine however, was a different story and thus I stopped referring to mine after awhile. Do you remember her name?
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What a great question and no I don’t remember her name, or even if she had one. I have a vision of sitting in the back seat as we’re driving somewhere and she’s sitting next to me in a calico dress with a white apron and I’m telling her about things “nowadays”. I’m sure it wasn’t out loud, prob was silent, always daydreaming. Great memory, thank you. Kind of sad tho, you know?
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Perhaps you can reconnect? You never know….
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I think she filled the need at the time; I need a new imaginary friend lol.
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