Since I was a very little I always had this thing about confusing dreams for reality. Like I would dream so vividly and to this day still remember most of my dreams from that time. Currently I'm sixteen years old, and have had a lot of experiences dealing with paranormal. When I was younger I had telepathy with a few of my siblings, had "imaginary" friends. They were all girls. One looked completely normal. The other was a shadow and the other was a girl in the mirror but it wasn't me like another person. Later on a family member committed suicide but at the funeral while me and some other girls were playing I saw him staring at his brother like he was trying to touch him or communicate with him.
A little before that my step grandpa passed away and it was near my birthday, the night he passed I remember going to a carnival and holding a snake. When I looked at it I kept thinking of him and all of a sudden started crying. That whole night I was upset then we got the phone call. After that every time I would come to my grandparent's house I would see him lying in his bed watching me while I walked by.
Years later my brother and I had the same dream of a family member passing away, the next day we found out he was put in to a hospital and a few hours later he passed. There was no signs that he was sick previous to that day so we wouldn't have known anything was wrong.
I always have de javu, I know what other people are about to say or are randomly thinking especially when I first meet them and it eventually lessens or stops as I get to know them. I see shadow people all the time even though our house is brand new. When I wake up I sometimes wake up to someone calling my name when no ones at home. Once the voice didn't stop until I had gone all the way outside to our garden and then it just stopped. This used to happen a lot when I was little too. Both side of my family are psychic and my great uncle was a sufi or mystic Islamic, who was said to have flown once and the village had seen him fly. My mothers side view paranormal things as evil and they all suppress visions and so forth. My sister who is nine has said shes seen a man dressed in full black standing next to me before she also took the test on here the telekinesis one and went almost all the way to the blue bar and then got bored and left and it went down.
I would just like to know if there is some way I could suppress this or if it would be better to control it. Recently I've become very scared and would like some help? Thank you for reading and any help.
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I turned, took a few steps and flew back into the night. I remember seeing a huge building, like a warehouse, below me, and I chose to land in it, magically flowing through the roof. I landed and it was dark. The dark of a basement root cellar in midwinter, so dark I couldn't see anything. I turned, and saw the outline of a door. It was lit from the other side, so I could see a small line of light all around the perimiter of the opening.
I approached the door and reached for the knob, but I froze. I KNEW there was death, pain, sorrow, fear beyond imagining behind that door. I knew that if I opened it, I would be devoured, flayed alive, my soul stripped from my body and incinerated.
I do not remember how long I stood there.
But I decided that, (and I don't remember using any real logic chain, or actual thought, it was more like a gut decision,)
But I grabbed the handle, turned it and opened the door. I honestly don't remeber what was on the other side, but it was nothing I had feared.
Now I had to ask myself why I had this dream. When I was a very young man and dreamed it, it made no sense, but as the years passed and creator taught me what I demanded to know, I learned this, My perception of myself will color all of my relationships with everything in the mutiverses, people, objects, quantum states.
Further, My feelings and beliefs could be, and probably were, based on things that were not...
I saw the world in my dream as deserted, abandoned, and even the voice on the phone was my own, and harsh. I was in a dark place, alone and only one door out. I overrode my feelings, my beliefs and I stepped through the door.
Ever since that day, I have based my life on a couple things, never lie, never steal, and don't do apathy. The others are to not have to feel, believe, or remember anything.
The key there is have to.
You may think I ramble but the main point I am trying to make is that yer a kid, a child as I was, and you feel as I did, alone and not knowing why you get kicked in the teeth so much. You don't have to believe what they tell youwithout proof. You don't have to feel what they want you to feel. You don't have to remember what they did to you. Peopkle say I choose not to remember so I can assuage my guilt and shame for what I have done. Not true. I choose to forget so I can forgive, and free myself from their quantum states.
As a child you have the unique opportunity to mold yourself into a true human being. I've had to carve myself from stone, whereas you can mold yourself like clay. My advice it to learn to control those systems you can control. The first being feeling and belief. I reject both in my decisions most of the time, as they are tainted by not-is, or is-not. And to learn what love truly is, doing and wanting what is best for a object or entity without any regard for my own feelings or beliefs, simply doing the right thing because it's the right hting to do.
But please remember young ones, you need to apply this to YOU...