For years I have put my abilities on the back burner, but I decided what better time than now to come out with my story.
Ever since I was little, I have noticed some sort of psychic ability. Premonitions, knowing people's thoughts, etc. Dead people would come to me in dreams a lot, to tell me messages to give to my family. I never thought anything of it until it became increasingly frequent, especially over this past year.
My grandmother passed away in 2003. She was a wonderful lady and I miss her dearly. I was going through some tough times with my health in January of this year and she came to me in a dream. She was younger, and healthy and strong. She said to me "everything is going to be okay." The next day, I found out I had a clean bill of health and was no longer worried.
When I was sick recently, I saw a shadow figure in my room of a man, watching me. I told him to get the hell out of my room because I didn't like him being there. He vanished.
As the year progressed, I had more and more experiences. I was sitting in my living room playing with my camera when all of a sudden I heard a fluttery female's voice saying "Why don't you take my picture? I'm standing in the hallway." I took a picture of the hallway and there was the brightest, white orb I've ever seen.
I can look at a photo of someone and I know if they're alive or dead.
I feel pressure on my head or face when a spirit is close to me.
My house is haunted and I just know who is there, and I can't explain it. I'll know if it's a male or female spirit by feeling, names and if they are good or bad. I've seen spirits before, sometimes clearly, sometimes just figures. I've also seen a demon as well (that is a separate story, wow). All these things made me very scared and ashamed about my abilities. I just recently realized that there is nothing I can do, this is something that just happens to me and I can't be scared anymore.
Last week, I kept hearing noises in our living room, so I went in and sat down with my mom. I just knew it was my uncle trying to get my attention. He passed away at 42 under mysterious circumstances. I can't explain how I knew it was him but I just grabbed a pen and wrote down all the pictures and information flowing through me. I told my mom everything and she was shocked. I was telling her things I couldn't possibly know about their childhood, people's names and places that might be related to his death. (I googled the places and they were real places I had never heard of, in his hometown!) I felt the excitement coming from him that someone could hear him. It was like a feeling of extreme relief once I wrote that down.
It is becoming increasingly obvious that I should address these abilities. It was scary for a long time but I am not afraid anymore. There's no way I can go on any longer without accepting that this just happens and maybe it's a way to help people. Has anyone else experienced this type of ability? Do the spirit voices sound light and fluttery to you as well? Thank you for reading my story, it has been a long time coming!