My psychic intuition began early in life but somehow I think they were repressed until recently. I think that a haunted house my wife and I lived in, reawakened the abilities that were hidden inside for so many years.
Now it seems that these abilities have grown ten fold. I am a humble person, and find it rather incomprehensible that I have these gifts and even harder to know what I am supposed to do with them.
Early on I called them a curse, but in recent years I have come to see what good I can do with the incite I am afforded by those who have passed. Although it is becoming easier to accept my gifts/talents I still am baffled and have little guidance as to how to control, understand or understand them.
My most recent experiences have been eye opening to say the least and the first one would likely be too unbelievable for anyone, so I won't even detail it here. However one of the most recent and dangerous experiences concerning this strange ability was last year and about 1 week before my 40th birthday. I had worked that day and then went help my brother at the lodge that he manages. As it turns out, it was a rouse to get me there for the surprise celebration of my birthday.
I spent most of my time indoors enjoying the company of friends and family, took some time to enjoy the children, ate great food and opened presents. We packed up about 10:00 that night and headed home. The next morning my hand felt tight and I took a motrin to help with the muscle cramp and uncomfortably.
We met a friend and his boys out at a nearby lake and enjoyed watching our 6 boys fish together. We hadn't been there more than an hour or so when I noticed my hand had become somewhat swollen. An hour or so later it was not only swollen more but also seemed to bear two puncture like pin holes very near my knuckles. Within another hour my hand was twice the size and my wife insisted we go to the emergency room.
We went through questions after questions from several doctors, nurse and PA's and although the reaction I seemed to be having was depictive of a venomous snake bite, I couldn't for the life of me remember getting bitten. Something you would surely remember.
Tests were done for a venomation and as the swelling continued up past my elbow, the tests continued to return with inconclusive or negative results. 18 hours later I was having surgery to relieve the pressure in my hand to avoid compartmentalization of my nerves.
A week later I had the stitches removed and a week after that I returned with a clean bill of health. The next day I got a call from the hospital to tell me that one of the tests did show that there was venom in my blood. Apparently however, a miniscule amount. Interesting though that it was enough to swell my hand and arm approximately one inch every hour.
OK, so where is the oddity in all this? The whole time I was in the hospital I felt that there was someone who was lost in a desert and bitten by a snake. We never got confirmation on this and so I didn't put much more thought into it.
Over the St. Patrick's day weekend this year (2008) my wife an I went to Chicago to see Oprah, meet up with family, do some shopping and have some fun. We flew in Sat. Morning redeye and by 2 O'clock we were on a South shore train to Indiana where we were to give a presentation on our own personal experiences of living in a haunted house. It was during this 45 minutes trip that I began to get a horrible headache.
Upon arriving at our destination, we were met an individual who would drive us to the location for the presentation. On the way, I asked to stop at a convenience store to get some aspirin for the headache that just wouldn't ease up. After another 45 minutes of driving we arrived at the library, gave our presentation and headed out to meet others for dinner.
The ride to dinner was short but excruciating as my stomach was feeling sick and creepy. I remember telling my wife that I thought I had the flu. She tried to remind me that I could combat it with mind over matter, and asked if I had my protection up. I got rather hateful towards her lack of concern and tried to make the best of the rest of the evening we had planned.
The rest of the evening consisted of going with a local group to a actively haunted location and doing a walk through. There were about 20 people on-site for this hunt and so it was not conducive to obtaining undeniable evidence, but my abilities were valuable in communicating with the local spirits.
Although it was not the original intention of our visit to this location, it was excitingly the first time I used my abilities in this capacity. What was more exhilarating was the confirmation I received every step of the way from the curator of the property.
Thru the entire walk through, which extended almost 2 hours, I felt that I could just vomit. Between trying to keep up appearances and communicating the spirit information that was coming to me I was losing the psychic battle. If it weren't for a team member with Reiki abilities to support and aid me, I don't know how I would have gotten through the evening.
The hunt ended about 10pm and we were driven back to our downtown Chicago hotel. The whole ride back, I prayed for a pillow and bed. I remarkably did fall asleep and woke the next morning feeling much better. As my wife readied herself, I went to the gift shop for some juice.
Entering the elevator, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Feeling so bad, I had to stop several times momentarily along the way, but got my juice and got back to the elevator. With an unbelievable suddenness, my head felt like it was going to blow up. I happened to look at my watch and noticed it was 10:25am.
In tremendous pain and anguish I slowly made it back to our room sat down for a minute and then entered the bathroom and kicked my wife out so I could violently throw up.
I spent the rest of the Sunday day in bed sleeping. In fact I also slept straight through that night too. The next day I seemed fine although a strange abrasion had showed up across the right side of my forehead and was pointed out by my wife. Upon my own inspection I realized how painful it also was. Monday evening we flew home.
Tuesday I over slept and went into work late and then left work about an hour later in excruciating pain. The headache was back and so was the sick feeling in my stomach. I also was getting distinct communication from a spirit. As I received the information I suddenly understood what had been happening all weekend.
This individual who had suffered in a car crash the previous Thursday had actually passed at 10:25 on Saturday morning. He had been trying his best to contact me the best he could. I wrote all the information down that he gave me and it all began making sense.
He gave me his name, along with his wife, son, father and 4 of his pets. He told me of his hobbies and interests, his concern over the other accident victim, and his surprise at his death. He offered many details that I also jotted down.
Wanting to find out who this was, I contacted a new friend in Porter County Indiana and asked her if she knew of anything related to the information I shared with her. She said she would keep her ears open and see what she could find.
Within about 10 minutes she called back. "You've got to be kidding me!" She found an article telling of the accident that severely injured a man on Thursday, it was a bad crash and even the Surgery wasn't enough to stop the aneurysm that killed him at 10:25 Saturday morning.
From further details that were made public over the course of the next two days I know, without a shadow of doubt, that this individual was trying to contact me by using his physical pain.
I've been told that it is very rare to feel and show the physical injuries of those that have passed and are communicating with you. I have also been told that it can signify that there is an evil or negative energy involved. I am concerned of course and want to understand this phenomenon better, so if there is anyone who can shed light on this seemingly rare occurrence, please feel free to do so.