B. EILEEN WRIGHT (ALENA)

Eileen/Alena 2001- Montana

The Spiritual Journey

Born Beatrice Eileen Wright 1944 into a strongly religious Pentecostal family, I spent many hours on the church pew listening to my parents preach, watching hands on healing and experiencing the power of The Holy Ghost.

Although those in my mother’s family were strong "sensitives",  the experiments and experiences in pursuit of enlightenment during the years to follow - were not only frowned upon, but thought to be demonic. So it was kept a secret. During their adult years my mother and several of her sisters (their were 15 children in the family) became fascinated with palm readers and tea leaf readings my first real exposure to contacting the spiritual world as I have come to know it.  

In 1954, we moved from Colorado to Oregon. It was difficult for my father to find work for many months and we had no money.   At age 10, I went to work picking strawberries, beans and cherries in the summer to supplement the family income.  This continued for the next five years and was the beginning of my relationship with plants.   The texture of the leaves and taste of the fruits held my great interest and I soon learned to feel the life and vibrations in each plant. I talked to them continually as I harvested the crops, picking each berry and bean - crawling down the dusty rows in the hot summer sun.

By age 14, I was disenchanted by the Nazarene Church we now attended.   It seemed I had so many questions and few answers. I continued my quest attending church each Sunday and Wednesday evenings until age 18.

One day, when I was about 14 or 15, I went to my Aunt’s house to find several of her sisters there.   They all became quiet sitting around the kitchen table when I entered.   This was highly unusual in a group that talked constantly with several conversation going on at the same time and no one missing a word of any of them. So you see, I knew something was up and it was.   They reluctantly explained to me they were about to play a game they did often called “Going Out West".   I was excited and wanted to be included.  It went like this.   Everyone would lie down on the floor and close their eyes.   Each would receive information from spirit.   When the information was complete then sit up quietly and wait for the others.   Then the sharing began.   They were of course very excited to see what the "Newcomer" had seen.   What I saw amazed them as I described their mother, my grandmother, sitting in a rocking chair combing her long hair with a hair comb.   A large grey cat with white paws slept curled on the braided rug at her feet, while a dozen loaves of fresh baked bread cooled on the kitchen counter.   After considerable discussion on their part saying Mama did not like cats and never had one, they finally came to the time when one of the sister had moved from home and couldn’t take the kitten so my Grandma kept it.   The most interesting part of this vision was that my Grandma had passed away when I was very young and she always had short hair the few times I had seen her.   This scene had taken place years before I was born and when my aunts were much younger.

The next scene I saw was a small dilapidated house on top of a knoll.   An old car was making its way around the hill to the house.  It was loaded with a tied sheet that was brimming over the sides of the car and must have contained everything the driver owned. My one aunt recognized the scene from when she was 4 years old, saying it was her oldest brother who came home every summer with all his dirty laundry. Again several years before I was born.   And so it went, we played "Going Out West” many times in the months to come.   We then graduated to other experiments with the Ouija Board, raising the table, sensing colors with your eyes closed by their vibration or feel of the energy and encompassing visions obtained in remote travel.