I have been on this website for almost two months which feels like a whole year as time flies by. I feel perhaps I should share my life's story at least once. I would share the life that had always been in the shadows from anyone. This will get pretty long just to warn any who doesn't like gigantic paragraphs, a habit for writing stories.
Since then, I knew I had been a different little kid in elementary. When I had begun school in kindergarten, I had been alone and scared. I just really didn't like being at school as I felt something was odd in the atmosphere, but I eventually adjusted to this sudden change. I had been alone for those few weeks. Sure I made some friends that would follow me for many years, but I was still alone. I really didn't mind at all, especially at recess. Being outside had been my favorite thing of all. I could actually sense something just watching me among the shadows of the trees.
Night was and is always a beautiful time in my life. The night has a beautiful moon every month, the stars shine, and if you are lucky, perhaps a streak of a meteor will be seen. My dreams were bright in colors and vivid. I actually was aware I am dreaming but could never control my dream. My dream always seemed like a T.V. In front of my face. I dreamed in a third person point of view frequently. As the years progressed, I had stopped dreaming third person which changed to first person. They had been so vivid, I would wake up still adjusting from my dream world to reality. My first lucid dream happened somewhere in second grade. I just went into my dream but lucid. I remember myself saying "What a dream!" looking up into the partly cloudy skies. I controlled every bit of my imaginary world. I lost control by having too much fun. My second lucid dream had occurred in seventh grade. That had been my most psychic time. I got lucky finding myself dreaming by suddenly saying "I'm dreaming!" just by looking at this odd color shift. It was just this reddish pink flicker of color in front of me close to this car in my dream. I flew around into the sky reaching my home. I then remembered to ask questions, specifically who my spirit guides are. I asked who they are and looked up into the clouds only to find shapes of wise looking old men in robes. They had white beards and looked tall. Many of my dreams had come true, but that happened way too much for me to tell. Now a days, I don't dream much anymore which I miss a whole lot. When I do, they predict the future. It seems that the most vivid of my dreams predict something.
In sixth grade, I discovered about auras. I begun my training of perceiving auras. Right away, I saw the etheric body. After that, I just saw them all the time. This is actually pretty annoying for me, especially at school. Seeing the auras kind of blurs my eyesight a bit, and my eyesight is not that great which runs in the family. Seeing auras does leave a nice thing to see I have to admit. I can now see spirits so easily now. They only appear as mists or flicker of lights in my peripheral vision. Now that I mentioned about spirits, I actually have some questions about these two mists I see all the time. Everyday, I would see two mists frequently:a brownish black mist, and a bright white mist with colors. Each of them leaves me feeling different. The brownish mist makes my mind go quiet, and I stop doing what I was doing. The bright mist makes me feel joy and love. I feel secure as well. They mainly appear when I am writing a comment or story on this website (and only this website) and when I am writing stories as a hobby. What is even more weird is that the brown mist only appears to my left while the white mist appears to my right! If anyone has answers about these mists, my questions about them would be cleared.
Adding on to other spirit encounters, it all began in second grade. I had been busy with the worksheets my teacher passed out. Suddenly, I felt someone tap on my right shoulder very hard. So hard, I could hear the tap very clearly. I turned around annoyed hoping to find the fool who decided to bother me, breaking my concentration. I looked only to find no one. No one really passes behind my desk as I sat all the way in the back with no one next to me. Everyone was either at the teacher's desk having their worksheet checked, or they were in their desk. No one had moved at all. My conclusion came to this boy who died on campus by committing suicide I think in 2008. There is this little stone tablet that has his name engraved at the base of a tree. The same thing happened moments after I looked away, but the tap had been softer. Both were quick double taps on my right shoulder. My family is not very spiritual, but my mother's side had had some paranormal stuff. When she was little, she told me that she experienced this phantom tornado very clearly. She said that she could feel the wind pick up from breezes to gales in a second. The wind passed by quickly, but not a thing appeared. In 2013, my grandfather passed away during my Thanksgiving break from having a tough battle with lung cancer. My mother went to visit her family all the way in Vietnam. While she was gone, I had a dream about this old man. I looked at him. He smiled so kindly and glowed. I felt so loved. When she came back, she brought home a small photo of him. To my surprise, the man in my dream looked exactly like my grandfather. I knew then he was okay. Somewhere in late December, my mother got a call about one of my aunts. She didn't seem like herself apparently. She would pound at her chest as if there was mucous stuck in there;she did things similar to my grandfather when he was alive. My grandfather spoke through my aunt saying that he is fine with a little chest congestion. I never expected a possession to ever occur in my life time. What's really funny is that when someone close to me dies, I never shed a tear. I had never grieved or mourned at all. I felt no need to grieve about them, but I grieve for those who grieve. I just want to let them know they are fine on the other side.
I can sense presences and emotions so easily now. I can even guess what a person is about to say, or what they are thinking about before blurting it out. I can do a tad bit of telekinesis. The most I can do is make a marble lightly shake and a psi wheel wobble. I can control the wind by making it stronger and making it weaker. I could even summon the wind on a windless day. I can make the rain pour harder, or make it rain more lightly. I can sense how a plant is feeling as well as an animal. Anyone can say that I am certainly an empath. Death is always easily felt in my opinion. When my grandfather was about to pass away, I just had this gut feeling that he was going to die. The same thing happened to a classmate in seventh grade. He died about two days after I felt this intense gut feeling which went on for 24/7 until he died. Visions would pop up every now and then while I am in my classroom. I would get a vision about where the teacher would be, and a few seconds later, the teacher would be standing in the same position I saw in my vision. I would hear voices calling out my name. At night when I am getting very relaxed, I would hear a conversation between two children, mainly two girls. When I close my eyes, I would see figures moving about. Among the figures, there would be this single human-like eye. Is this my third eye?
This is my life so far. I can feel a heavy weight lift off of my shoulders now that I can share my life to others who are in the same interests. Thank you very much for reading my little autobiography. Any comments would be nice, and I would answer any questions, if there are any, to the best of my abilities.