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Seeing Spirits Since Early Age

 

I was not prepared for what life had in store for me. When I was six years old, I experienced my first sighting of a paranormal being. He was tall and slender, and he did not have a face. At that time I was an only child, so I slept in my own room. I remember having trouble sleeping that night, and I had a strange sensation of someone watching me. When I sat upright, at the foot of my bed, there stood the tall, slender man that had no face.

Every hair in my body raised, but my curiosity overruled my fear. I did not speak a word, and instead I heard him speak to me in my mind. He asked if I remembered him, and I shook my head from side to side cautiously. He told me that my time was about to begin and that I should not be afraid of what I was going to see in the future. Something about his voice seemed familiar, but I could not grasp what it was. He disappeared, and the next day I told my mom what happened. My family is Roman Catholic, so mom was more open to understanding what had happened, and since our Hispanic culture consists of many paranormal superstitions, that made the matter worse. My mom told my dad about what I mentioned to her, but instead of freaking out, he claimed that it was only child's play.

My mom tried to shrug off the matter, but after that day, things got worse. I told mom about the shadow lady that roamed our house, and mom did not believe me until one day I showed her. The shadow lady looked horrific, but instead of harming me, she liked to play with me and my dolls. I told mom one day to go up to the attic with me after lunch so she could see that the empty, plastic teacups would be filled by water after being left empty. When we finished lunch, she went to the attic and grabbed me by the hand. She said we were going to church because she did not know what to do.

When we got to church, she sat down with a priest while I played on the play ground outside. A new man appeared and told me he wanted me to give a message to the priest. When mom called me to talk to the priest, he told me it was not nice to pull tricks like those on my mom. I told him the location the man told me to tell the priest, and the priest stopped short. He asked me how I knew where his great grandfather was buried, and when I told him, he screamed, "NEVER TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS AND DO EVERYTHING POSSIBLE TO GET RID OF IT! THIS UNHOLY ACTION WILL ONLY RESULT IN EXPULSION OF OUR COMMUNITY AND OUR CHURCH!". I could tell he was thrown off by the information I provided, but all my mother did was apologize and call someone on her phone.

My mother had called and flown in a medium from Venezuela to check and see if what I was seeing was real. When I first met Ms. Lilian, I felt something almost electric when she grabbed my hand, and she smiled at me asking me to describe what I saw. I told her everything and she told me everything was going to be okay. Ms. Lilian told my mom that I had a "gift", and that due to that gift, I was able to see what she can see. Ms Lilian took pictures of the whole house, inside and out, and returned to Venezuela to conduct further research. She called my mom a week later and told her that in every picture she took, the shadow lady appeared in a corner. She told mom that the lady did not want us in "her home", and that it would be best if we moved out.

Dad decided that all of this was a bad prank and refused to move. The issue was that the shadow lady really did not like my mother. She scared her and teased her non stop. The tall man appeared again one night and told me he could take it all away if I went with him, but something in my gut told me not to go. So I stayed and things progressed, until one night when the shadow lady presented herself to my parents. I began to get really scared of sleeping alone, so I slept in my parents' room one night. I felt someone stroking my hair with long nails, and I thought it was my mother. I was wrong, and my mom screamed when she woke up and saw who was stroking my hair. Dad saw her too, and that is when he understood that it was all real.

My vision has not changed, I still get caught off guard sometimes, but instead of seeing the deceased, I encounter being that are more capable of harm. I always wondered why, and when I turned 15, my mother explained. She claimed that when I was just a baby, my mother dislocated her shoulder. She did not like the smell of hospitals and clinics (ironic because she was studying to be a nurse in her youth), so she went to a traditional doctor. In our culture you have two types of traditional doctors: the herbalist and "El Curandero" which is Spanish for witch doctor. It is easy to get mixed up with either of them because they both use herbs and massages to get rid of illness or pain. The only difference is that a witch doctor is known for having "supernatural" powers that were not given to them by the grace of God. My mother met with the doctor and because I was just a newborn, my parents did not want to leave me with a babysitter, so they took me with them. Mom says the first encounter we had with the doctor, he made direct contact with me and the first thing he said was, "she has a gift". She was a bit tipped off, but she continued to go to sessions with him to fix her shoulder. She said the more times we went, the more he looked at me and mumbled words under his breath. She said that each time we went back, he had new bruises and scratches everywhere. One day she confronted him about all of it, and he said, "I am a curandero, and to get to where I am today, I made a pact with a demon. My pact is coming to it's end, and I need someone to take over my place". Mom was disgusted and asked what that had to do with me, claiming I was just a baby. He said that I had the same gift as him, the gift that allows us to contact the other realm and that if I did not take his place, he offered my soul to the demon as a result.

Mom claimed she never went again, but when I described the voice that told me my time had come when I was 6 years old, she was terrified, because everything I said matched the description of the curandero. She has encountered several mediums through my childhood and what she finds terrifying is that they all recalled what happened that day and they all claimed I have the same "gift" as them. I personally would not call it a gift.

No matter who I share this story with, the person always says I have a "great imagination", or call me crazy. I wish they knew how real this actually is to me and those who have witnessed things with me.

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ThulsaDune (2 stories) (50 posts)
 
3 days ago (2017-10-20)
TheLostOne,
Hi, I read your post and I can empathize. Go ahead and click on my user name and open my profile page. You will find past posts and an email. Go ahead an email me if you wish to. You can find a lot of information on this site if you take the time to browse around awhile.
TheLostOne (1 posts)
 
4 days ago (2017-10-20)
LaliPeq and ThulsaDune,

I have never reached out to anyone or shared my stories, especially through the internet, but after reading this and the comment I feel inclined to do so. I have seen what I have believed are spirits for as long as I can remember.

It first started when I was 2 or 3. I had went to bed early one night and the next morning my mom came to my room to wake me up, only to find I was extremely exhausted. She asked why I was so tired and I told her "I went to paint the moon and the stars with Grandpa (last name) ". My mother was frozen in fear and absolutely terrified. Her father had died when she was 18 and I never knew him. I had seen one photo of him and asked "who is that?" and her response was "that's my dad". I described him, his dog, and his truck perfectly, and the weirdest part was knowing his last name.

For years after that I remember shadows in my room. A lady speaking to me from the foot of my bed. My room being engulfed in flames. As any child would, I told my parents, but they always told me it wasn't real. I told my mother for years that "monsters" came out of the corners of my walls.

It wasn't until I was 14 that I started having real paranormal experiences. I became obsessed with the other side. Each day I was more intrigued with talking to the spirits rather than humans.

The first time I made something move with my mind I was 7. For years I thought it was my imagination. I thought I was crazy and still honestly question my sanity.

I began trying magic to reach for further answers. This soon turned dark and those around me began to have an evil presence.

I want to start this by saying I was not religious... After having nearly every one of my fears trying to kill me, I heard a voice tell me to open my Bible that my great grandfather had given me. When he gave it to me he said, "you will need this some day". I put it on my bed and the pages began to turn. I read the scripture off the pages that we're shown and all spirits we're gone.

For years I felt peace, until recently. Something doesn't feel right. There aren't any spirits, but there is something within me that doesn't feel right. I have had dreams that have come true or I have asked someone something thinking we had the conversation, but find out it was something they were about to ask me about.

I have never felt "normal". I feel like there is this rage inside of me that I can not control. I would never want to hurt anyone, but I feel the constant urge to get out this rage and strength.

As an example, I felt this again this past week. I haven't worked out in months and decided I need to let off some steam. I ran 2.5 miles in 23 minutes, lifted weights, did over 100 push ups, and didn't feel as if I was pushing myself too hard. I am also a girl. It doesn't seem "normal" to me.

I have asked my family and my mother thinks I am crazy. My paternal grandmother has only told me to stay away from that kind of darkness, but that was all. Leading me to believe she knows much more.

This is only some of the stories... There are too many to share, but finding people with similar experiences makes me feel a little bit more sane.

I worry that I will always be searching for the answer.
ThulsaDune (2 stories) (50 posts)
 
1 week ago (2017-10-14)
LaliPeq,
For some reason when I tried to type your name, I kept typing and seeing LadyBelle. I don't know what that means but, it took me three tries to finally put your user name down correctly.

Like you I went through the same thing when I was a teenager. I am familiar with this entity you are describing. It is not a ghost. It came to me in the form of an older white haired woman. It had with it 2 very tall thin minions or slaves that it controlled. These minions had no faces but only depressions where their eyes and mouths should have been. She and they tried to attack me in my room 1 night. She or it stated to me to my face that I belonged to it, and it would take me and there was nothing I could do. I prayed for God's help and I fought it off. She or it could not touch me, but ordered it's minions to do it for it. That night I received a gift I did not know existed. I was able to cause pain to these entities. If I reached out and grabbed a hold of them they would be burnt where I touched them. As soon as it witnessed this all 3 of them shrieked and vanished within a couple seconds of each other.
I had scratch marks on my body when I went to my mom and dad to show them. The marks were on my back where I could not reach them. My mom and dad did not know what to do or what to say when I told them.
This happened in our reality in real life, and was not a dream. I will not call you crazy and I do believe you experienced what you did.
I carried the scars for awhile and they slowly went away as I got older. Back then I could have showed anyone the reality of what had happened to me. I also could have showed them that it was 3 claws that cut into my back!
In the past I have dealt with dark entities, poltergeists, Demons and Ghosts. In every occasion there was always someone playing with or practicing Black Magic, Dark Arts or Satanism.
It always leads to these practitioners being affected or used by these entities.
In every instance a sacrifice of some kind is offered up, usually an innocent.

All of it can be fought and made right again. You just need to decide which side your on and learn to be brave and reject fear.
As human beings we are afraid of everything from birth. We learn how to work through our fears and show bravery in the face of adversity. Nothing can prepare us for the paranormal. We have to learn to work through that by ourselves. We are not brought up by our parents, and society on how to deal with it. Society calls us nuts because they can't or don't experience what we do.

Going forward if you need help and are serious contact me through my profile page. I will not make fun of you and convince you that you are wrong. I see my curse as a gift or a duty that I must fulfill when possible. I sometimes feel alone in groups of psychics, because I guess I am rare. Most people with our shared gift take the wrong path and fall into the traps laid before them. I do not post all of my stories, but will let some parts of them come out in comments. I hope that it will help warn other would be psychics of the dangers out there in the other realms. Above all learn how to protect your self.

Hope to hear from you in the future. I believe I can answer many questions you have. Some answers may not be what you want to hear, but at least you have someone willing to talk about them. 😉

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