The first psychic experiences I encountered were as a late teenager. I was 19 and my grandmother was living her final rest. I wasn't as close to her as I would have liked. She lived four hours away, however, when she came to my aunt's house to stay, our family would go over every day. She was dying of cancer. She died while I was asleep. The next night while attempting to sleep I heard breathing in my room. I continued to here breathing for the next couple of nights. I didn't think much of the phenomenon.
Four years later I was 22 and my other grandmother became sick. I saw her every week when she transferred from an over fifty-five apartment building to a nursing type residence. She jerked her body, showing no sign of aging to her spirit when we visited. She was in and out of critical care for around a year, as I recall. One night she went into critical care for several days. This was around the same time I started to meditate and do yoga seriously. I found meditation strange as one of my first visions was of a black stage coach being powered by several black horses. I looked outside the carriage and saw very old people. The vision stayed in my memory for several weeks.
I heard nothing of my grandmother's physical progress or decline during the week she was in critical care. I decided to visit my aunt and became tired around twelve at night. I was lying in the bed my other grandmother had died in four years past, but for some reason could not fall asleep. Then, at 3 a.m., I heard deep breathing in a corner of the room. My body went from feeling permanent to an altered state of flowing energies. My concentration shifted from my body to my other senses. As the breathing increased, I saw in my mind's eye a jet black lady, face and dress saturated with darkness sitting in a rocking chair. I saw the carriage and black horses. I then felt like I was leaving my body and I saw a tunnel of what appeared to be eyes looking inward, to the center of the tunnel.
After around 20 minutes, the breathing and visions halted. I felt as though one of my family roots had left. Upon awaking, I phoned my mother and asked if grandma had died last night. She had died at approximately 3:20 a.m. The same time I experienced the shift in consciousness and senses.
We all went to her funeral. In the funeral home's basement was many books. I picked out a book entitled something like, "Historic Funeral Carriages". Inside the book I found that my vision a week prior to her death of a carriage was a funeral style buggy, horse driven.
Ever since my second grandmother died, I have been able to hear the breathing whenever I relax and listen. At night, when trying to sleep, it can become obnoxious and sometimes when it is loud and heavy frightening but that has only happened twice. I have asked the breathing to leave and go to the light, sometimes it listens. I asked it if it was from the light but gathered no response.
One day I asked the presence to come closer so I could feel its energy. The presence made the floor creak as it walked next to me. The breathing was in my ear when I felt very cold and every hair on my body stood straight. I then felt the strangest feeling I have ever felt. A shock that felt like someone had shot me with a gun; a bullet filled with foreign energy encompassed and flooded my body. I felt every chakra and my whole body enter a different state. It truly scared me so I asked it to leave and I leapt out of my chair to eat something. Looking back it seemed like something, someone had entered my body.
I have been trying to increase my psychic abilities by meditating, yoga, reading books and trying to include it in my everyday experiences of new people and new places. However, the more experiences I have the more questions I have. I want to understand the breathing that I hear and hope it is not a poltergeist. What do you think this may be? Could it be related to my grandmothers that have passed, or are my psychic skills more clairaudient in nature?
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