Enclosed in this document are events that occurred in my life that are 100% true. However, with this being said it is up to you to decide whether or not you believe it, and I love a good skeptic.
At the age of 20 I made a promise to myself that I would never do 3 things. Number one, defend my gift, number 2, ask for compensation or payment for anything that I've said or done, and number 3, never, and I mean never, ignore a vision.
My name is James and to everyone else I'm just like you, but ever since I can remember I've been sensitive to the worlds around me, physical and spiritual.
I didn't actually make the connection until I was about 20, that something about what I can do, and the things I can see weren't normal.
When I was a teenager I was always extremely perceptive and incredibly emotional. I would ask people how the felt for reasons I didn't then understand. People would naturally talk to me about their problems even though I would say that I was standoffish with most. As far as the general population goes, there isn't one person I couldn't connect with and there wasn't one level I couldn't connect with someone on. This should have been an indicator for what I was becoming.
I could pinpoint an emotion like the time on a clock. Literally it would be that black and white for me when it came to the emotional state of another person. My parents wrote it off as intuition considering how intelligent I am based on my academics, and I didn't disagree.
Even though I didn't quite know what it was, I knew it wasn't something I could just bring up in a casual conversation. And like any person going through a change I decided it was time to research.
I'm choosing to leave out personal details in my life for identity protection. I'm not anyone who would be recognizable by any reader; however I do need my privacy. So as far as work and school go, I'd rather not discuss my personal life, but more so what happens in it.
I started with the internet of course which scared me more than it helped. I remember thinking I must be a demon. After a drastic 1 day battle with myself I've concluded that I am not in fact a demon. And then the word psychic was thrown into the mix, and many other labels I didn't quite understand.
I took into account all of what I was reading and that's where I got stuck. I didn't have traits of one thing in particular, but more so a mix of each. And although it was a mixture, these things didn't happen all the time. They would happen temporarily, and then go away, and then when they needed too, they came back.
I think I'm finally at a place where I can explain a few things from my point of view.
Psychic, medium, empathy, clairvoyance, clairsentience, clairaudience, they all had different attributes but at the same time all had things in common.
Someone who is just a psychic from my experience has the gift of sight, someone with the mental ability to see events of the past, present, or future. A psychic can connect with the energy of a person, or a place, or an object and almost see its history, including future history. They are given visions from energy in various ways. Premonitions which are instantaneous visions that are triggered by something, visions that they dream, and in rare cases I've heard of psychics who could have visions while they were fully conscious. They would be able to see things that nobody else can around them.
Let me explain to you my experience being "psychic".
Rarely would my dreams come true because they were future events. Most of the dreams I've dealt with come from the past. Typically someone else's past. But something happened a few weeks ago that caused me to look deeper into this and really study myself.
I was sitting in my office at work with the door shut. All of a sudden the lights went out and I heard talking behind me. I turned around and it was almost if the room dissolved, a light turned back on but I was clearly not in my office. I saw people so naturally I waved and called out. I remember feeling like I had fallen asleep at my desk but I remember that it was weird that I was fully conscious in this "dream", to the point where I knew I wasn't asleep. I remember watching people running, and then all of a sudden not one, but 2 huge bangs. I remember watching the road around me soak with blood. So many people screaming in terror, and before I knew it, someone knocked on my door.
Almost a gut wrenching snap back to reality I realized that I was not in fact asleep, I was just standing in the middle of my office, crying my eyes out, immensely afraid of what I've just seen. This was my first real-time vision, but it wasn't my last.
After this event I started to notice weird things almost on a daily basis, numbers on people's faces, weird orbs floating around, and much more. I had then decided that I was a psychic.
For all of those wondering about this event, I have chalked it up to be a scene from the Boston Marathon Bombing which happened not to long before this.
Medium, a word I'd never considered in my past. For some of you whom are reading this, maybe you can relate. Have you ever been minding your own business when all of a sudden a dark shadow catches the corner of your eye? Now, imagine if this happened literally all the time. You, like me, would probably assume that it's normal and probably nothing. But what happens when the shadows stop moving so fast? And then you turn, and they're not gone? This was something that was happening to me. Now, I can see the shadows way more profusely than I have in the past. I keep wondering to myself if this has always been how things are, and if I'm just now noticing, or if I'm really able to see more as the hours pass.
These shadows are spirits whom are bound to this earth still. Which I thought once they "crossed-over" they were gone, I later find out that that's not really true. I started to wonder to myself why they would just be there and not go anywhere. I later discovered that they have a message that they need heard. And so began a long journey of helping spirits and their loved ones.
I said earlier that I didn't want to involve my personal life, and I think that's an unfair statement because as I continue to write I realize that I have to include personal details, it's the only way to get this story across.
To be continued.