I just want to tell my story, to get it out there, it is hard living a "normal life" and you have to pretend you are someone you are not. Since I was a young girl, I have been fortunate enough to see and talk to people who have passed; although, growing up this was not seen as a blessing. It first started when I was 4.
My family and I moved into a house that was practically new, and my mother noticed that everyday I would be talking and playing with someone. My mother assumed it was my imaginary friend, until one day she started to get physically abused. I would draw pictures of my friend, whose name was Rudy, and show my mother. She started to get suspicious when chandeliers would randomly start swinging when her head was near, and she was pushed down the stairs (giving her two broken legs) by someone that was not there. The last straw for her was, at 2am she was woken up to someone dialing "9-1-1" on the phone, and at that time we had a rotary phone. This happened three times. My mother could not take it, so she went to the people we were renting from and the lady informed us that her brother lived there, and he committed suicide in the basement on that very night. Now there are more specifics, but I am sure you get the picture.
When my grandfather passed away, it was the first death I had ever experienced being 8 years old. I will never forget I had an urge to look at my grandfather's bed (my grandmother and grandfather had twin beds). I walked down the hallway to the last room on the left, and there I had seen my grandfather in a suit lying on the bed. I looked to make sure my grandmother was not coming, and I walked in. Now I thought that, my grandmother dressed him and got him ready for the funeral home to pick up (I was so naive as a child haha) I had no clue what went on... So I walk in there and I just stared at him, and part of me wanted to touch him because I distinctly remember thinking "wow I have never touched a dead person before"...now that sounds awful but I was just amazed and saddened. Before my grandfather passed he was not very close me for most part, and it was his personality (tough, manly etc... It was not personal, because I know he loved me) Well my grandmother scared me by calling my name and told me to leave the room. Now I remember exactly what she was wearing and the incident to a tea. It was not until I was 16 years old that I found out that it was my grandfather's spirit! Because I said to my grandmother, "remember when you dressed grandpa for the funeral..." and she cut me off and explained the process they used to funerals. I don't know why I was shocked. To this day though, I talk to my grandfather, and him and I have a better relationship now than ever. It is weird because I do not even see him as "dead", to me he is real, and I feel so lucky to be 24 and still have her grandfather around to take care of her... And he does.
Now I am very lucky because my great grandmother, whom I have never met physically *she died when my grandfather was a young boy* is around me and has always been there for me too. What is amazing about these two people, is they are not my "blood" and I did not even know the one when she was living, yet they are still my Guardian Angels.
When I thought that I wanted to develop my skills even more (which I am not sure if that is possible, considering I hear and see things already) I went to an "underground psychic meeting" where local psychics came to share and develop their gifts. I found that I was inviting too many random people to speak to me. I started having this old man that would scream at me to get out of bed early in the morning, and if I did not he would slam dresser drawers etc... I had no clue who he was. Then they would move my thing, mess with my benches outside in my garden (one minute they would be fine and the next they would be standing up straight). I started seeing people walk into my bathroom that were not there, and to me the scariest thing was still the old man yelling at me when I am trying to sleep. So once I stopped going to these meetings, I went back to normal and only get contacted my nice friendly people.
Heaven forbid I go into a place that is "haunted" or a hospital... I can smell death, I like to say, sickness and death. It is awful. I am very good at telling what people are sick with, and I can pin point where there pain is and why. I can feel the energy from their body.
I am able to tell people before something major is going to happen, how many kids a person will have, and their life in general. This typically happens when I meet a person. Sometimes when I hear their name, but most frequently when I meet a person.
Thank you for listening, it means a lot. Including you, Laura I see you reading it:-P
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