For a while now, I've thought that I was psychic. I am 15 years old, and have been having psychic experiences since I was a baby.
I have very vivid dreams, and I feel presences in certain rooms or houses. I want to know if I am psychic, and if I am doing the right things in expanding my senses.
When I was a little child, I used to tell my mother about my grandfather. Both my grandfathers were dead before I was born, and my parents had never taught me the name, 'Poppop'. I would describe to her the way he laughed, how he spoke, and where I saw him. My mother was getting concerned because it seemed like I would always tell her that, 'I saw Poppop in my bedroom'. Eventually things eased down when we moved out of the apartment and into our house, but every once in a while I would still talk about him.
A bit later in life I had basically forgotten about my grandfather. I never talked about him anymore for almost two years. My family decided that it was all just my young imagination, and now I was growing out of it.
When I was 4 years old, I was with my grandmother. I was spending the day at her house and she decided to take me up into this room with all of these pictures. There were pictures of everyone in my family. I recognized my cousins, but most of the others I didn't know. My grandmother was completely shocked when the first picture I picked out from the crowd was an old faded photograph of my grandfather.
She was frightened when I pointed straight at it and said, "That's Poppop..." I had never seen a picture of him before.
Years later my cat died of a kidney failure. It might not seem like a big deal, but she was a very important part of our family. When she passed, everyone in my family missed her.
I started seeing her when I was passing through different rooms of my house, mostly it would be the family room, the living room, and my bedroom. When I would see her, I saw her shape and her color for a short time before she disappeared as I was blinking, trying to register. My parents never believed that story either.
There was one time that I hadn't seen her in weeks, and I was starting to feel like she had finally left us. I was crying in bed, about to fall asleep, when a light weight seemed to fall onto the bed, almost as if it had jumped. Then I could hear and feel purring all around me. I feel asleep like that, and I haven't seen or heard her since then, excluding the few times my father could have sworn a cat jumped onto the back of the couch where he was sitting.
I was around 8 years old when I started taking an interest in the paranormal stuff. I was so drawn to the idea of ghosts and spirits that my parents, again, began to worry. It was definitely nothing to worry about, though.
A year later was when I started getting this strange sensation at the side of my face whenever I thought someone was near, or I thought there was something in the room.
Around 10 years old I started meditating. I wanted to be psychic, so much, and I wanted to hear or speak to spirits, I wanted to be close to them. I heard from a friend with a very spiritual family, that meditating expanded the senses and helped you 'see'.
I meditated every day for about a year before I started feeling really bad. Feeling like I wasn't psychic. I was so upset, because I wanted it more than anything in the world, and it seemed like it was the only thing I had ever wanted.
Around my 14th birthday I started to meditate again. There have been patches of on and off since then, but now I have vowed to start again and keep going.
Am I doing the right thing? Do you think I'm psychic? Are there any special tips for becoming a Medium?
Out of the many vivid dreams and nightmares, there are only two that really concern me. One was a recurring nightmare that I had three nights in a row and never since. The other was more recent. If you want to hear them, let me know.
I also get this feeling that there's a space between sleep and wakefulness. Am I right? Because when I fall into that space, I see images of faces I've never seen before.