The Hypersensitive Medium Pt. 1

*Author's note*

I am submitting this experience at the request of my girlfriend. She is an extremely hypersensitive medium and is having me search for some info on the things she is experiencing since she is not as computer savvy as I. Any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated by the both of us.

Thanks:)

KitXIII

My girlfriend is a hypersensitive medium.

She has had these senses since a very young age and would like to know if there can be any help for controlling it. Some senses frighten her more than others and she has trouble coping. I will give a list of her senses and afterwards a brief explanation.

Seeing, hearing, and feeling spirits & at times, dark/demonic/harmful entities. (the big thing)

Some Empathy. Mainly those she has close ties to.

Rarely astral projecting (out of body experience)

Some telepathy perhaps? Or she can sense auras? It's something of that sort. (I swear she reads people like a book. Even though she hasn't known them long or has just met them)

She has experienced remote viewing.

Visions of the past. (This is something that just started happening and she is curious about it.)

And finally; "Bleeding" the gift into others. (I'm starting to sense things myself but only if I'm close to her or just happen to be in physical contact with her at the time)

Now for the explanations.

Connie is 24 years old and since she was a small child she has seen spirits. Some were family but most are unknown and unrelated to her in any way. Some spirits are benign and just show up unexpectedly. (this mainly troubles her while driving, not a good thing when she swerves to avoid something that isn't really there.)

Some are not so "nice". These darker entities give off very negative vibes (for lack of a better term) that she can sense from a good distance and she avoids if she can help it.

Then there are the ones that are just evil. The demonic and harmful spirits. One such thing inhabits the area directly across from her home, which she tells me is hallowed ground and keeps this demon at bay. I have to take her word on this. As when I come to visit I simply cannot look at that area. Her and I have been dating for months and I cannot tell you what that area looks like! It's like I just look away without realizing until later that I've still not seen.

On a lighter note, she tells me of seeing her grandmother and her father in her house. Her father comes with mixed emotions because he was her father and she cared for him. However he was adulterous and violent towards her mother (who Connie lives with) and just an all around "not-nice-guy". Connie's mother has his ashes in a vase, next to a picture of him, on a table and under an old aquarium out by a tree in their yard. (country living. Go figure...) Connie is always happy to see her grandmother however.:)

A few days ago Connie came forward to me about seeing MY dad as well as a few other relatives.

*Quick back story* My dad died violently at my grandparent's house (where I'm living now) when I was 11 years old. My parents were divorced and due to my mother continuously doing things to drive him to depression he got drunk one night and called the police. When they arrived he walked out of a nearby wooded area with a bent up aluminum baseball bat and an old knife that was falling apart and was as dull as a butter knife. He yelled at the police telling them to shoot him or he would kill them. By the time he had stumbled close he had already dropped the would-be weapons when he charged toward them. A sheriff's deputy shot him in the chest.

I am 22 now and I thought I had worked through the emotions. That troubled me with this. But when Connie told me that when she would drop me off at home she would pick up this unknown passenger who would disappear when she left my driveway. This always startled her as the appearance was always sudden.

I asked her to describe this passenger. She described my father, who had died before I had even known she existed, in minute detail. I knew that was who she saw but to further affirm it I showed her a picture I carry in my wallet of him to her. She said that was him.

Naturally I became upset. I cried again for the first time in years. She told me he was happy and that he is watching over me. Before I met her I kept wishing I could see him again so I could know if he would approve of the person I've grown into and... Sorry. I'm going to stop that thought there.

To wrap that up, at some point soon I'm going to show Connie the camper that my dad stayed in while he was living with my grandparents. I will post on that later.

There are countless experiences with spirits she has told me of. It's not uncommon for her to see 10 or 12 within a day if conditions are right. Full moons and storms (before and during) are the most active times. I'm not even going to mention Halloween. (There is a good reason she hates that holiday.) I will post more on her spiritual encounters later.

Next is her Empathy.

She tells me that with her friends, close relatives, and myself that she can sense our emotions when she is near us. Our emotions are mirrored onto her. She feels them as if they were her own. From what I've heard and read of empathy that isn't uncommon though.

Astral Projection:

The one experience she has told me of this.

Connie's mother came home early from work. (She provides care to the elderly under the table for a company since she is not fully licensed) When the mother came in she heard Connie say "Hey mom" from the room where the mother keeps her Cockatiels.

After Connie's mother put away her stuff she went into that room to speak with Connie. But she couldn't find her. Connie had already left to go into town (she is a vendor at Walmart) and when her mother couldn't find her she called her cell phone thinking Connie was playing a joke on her. When she found out otherwise it kind of freaked her out.

Remote Viewing:

To explain this one I'm going to have to give you a look into mine and Connie's relationship. Please don't be too judgmental? It's not for everyone but it works for us.:)

Connie is a married woman. Her and her husband Jeff have a very happy marriage that has lasted more than 4 years. One that I (as her boyfriend) do NOT want to damage. Jeff knows about Connie and I and is ok with it. To me, Jeff is more like a brother than my own blood brother. We just happen to share his wife.:)

Now to the explanation. When Connie and Jeff were still dating they had split up once but they managed to keep their friendship and often kept in touch over the phone.

Jeff was living with his parents then and there was this very attractive girl who lived behind them. She was 17 years old and had a very unhealthy interest in him. The one time Jeff actually went into her house, he was sitting in her living room when Connie called him. She had this feeling that Jeff was not where he was "supposed to be". When the subject was brought up, Connie described seeing Jeff in this house. She described the living room so well that Jeff thought that she was watching him through the window. But Connie was 50 or so miles away in another town.

Visions of the Past:

**Authors note**

This experience is what lead me to this site.:)

Connie told me of one time when she came to my home and was talking with my grandmother she just happened to look into my kitchen.

Keep in mind that I live with my grandmother and great grandmother in a house that is old enough that it could be certified as a landmark in our town and both women have a little bit of a hoarding issue.

The kitchen looked new to Connie. In better condition than it is now. But in an older style. She saw a woman in the kitchen cooking.

Connie knew that the only other woman in the house besides herself and my grandmother was my great grandmother, who was taking a nap in her bedroom. When Connie looked to my grandmother to ask who the other woman was, suddenly the kitchen went back into it's normal state of disrepair and chaos and Connie just shrugged it off so as not to alarm my grandmother.

And now, the experience that has us the most worried.

"Bleeding" the gift to other people.

I had once thought I was "numb" to the paranormal. I was open to it sure, but I had almost no personal experience. I had wished I could witness these things, well, wish granted.

Before I started dating Connie I had only one paranormal experience. I had stayed at a friend's house one night, we went out for dinner, and upon our return found a small child's hand prints all over the dusty TV screen. My friend had a daughter but she was not that young so her hands were too big to have done it. Not to mention that she had gone with us to eat. There were no other children that young in that house. That was pretty much the jyst of it.

But now that I've been with Connie for a few months I'm starting to run out of fingers to count the experiences. <_<

The first time I SAW a spirit:

Connie had a thought that for me to actually experience something it would have to be an extremely strong spirit. The only thing strong enough and close by was this new grave located in a cemetery about 8 miles from her house.

But she was reluctant. It was an extremely dark spirit that she discovered when a couple of her friends convinced her to go to a cemetery with them. (Connie hates cemeteries for obvious reasons)

Regardless, she took me to this place and I've come to regret it.

It was around 10:48 pm when we parked in the cemetery. She told me that she would take me as close as she dared go to the grave but if I wanted to go further then I would have to go without her. Just being within the fence of the cemetery was taking it's toll on her.

It was completely dark on the grounds for some reason. Not one of the lights was turned on as they usually were. Luckily the three of us had pretty good night vision. Connie, Jeff and I walked in the direction of the grave until she said she had to stop. I asked Jeff to stay with her after I got the specifics of the grave I needed to go to from Connie. She needed his support.

I continued on until I thought I saw something that resembled what she had told me to look for. A large white cross.

I tried to approach what I supposed was this cross but it seemed to be slowly retreating. I walked faster.

When I was close enough I did NOT see a cross. Instead I saw a white cloaked figure. The feeling I got from it was something sickly and too horrible to be imagined. I had to turn on the flashlight that was built into my phone. The figure had my nerves shot.

When I turned the light on the figure I found that the cross I had been looking for was closer at hand than I thought. MUCH too close.

I was less than 5 feet from the large, white cross.

The white cloaked figure seemed like it had been much further away than that.

I looked around the grave, it had been cemented over, just like 3 other graves around it.

I had heard of something similar being done to graves in Louisiana since it was prone to floods. However Connie nor the cemetery was located near a lake or river. No way was there a chance there could be a flood there. So why were so many cemented graves?

It freaked me out so I ran back to Connie and Jeff and told them to get me out of there.

I will post others of my experience later. It is late so I'm going to post this and get to sleep. Goodnight everyone.:)

*/*KitXIII**