I wasn't always a medium, I was once normal. On March 12/2011 I had my very first encounter. I have a friend who lives close to me, I went to her home one day and when I walked up she was having an altercation with her neighbor. After the spiff was done and over we talked and I went home. The next day I took my dog Joyro for a walk, and he walked down to where my friend lives and peed on her neighbors step. I laughed at it because I suddenly thought of my deceased grandfather. I know it's weird. And it gets weirder. I got this sudden feeling to go home, like there was something going to happen, I ran up my road and entered my home. I suddenly felt an intense pressure starting from the top of my head and going all over my body, my ears felt like they no longer worked because all I could hear was complete silence. In my head like a conscience I was told to go into the living room and sit down, my vision was blurry and all I could focus on were pictures of my grandfather, In my head I could hear him talking to me, but not in his voice but my own. He told me that he was watching over me and that he loved me very much, they were not complete sentences, but my mind was able to figure it out. He told me that my grandmother was getting tired and he missed her very much and he wanted her to come be with him. I could feel my eyes well up with tears, because I knew what he was saying. I started to panic, but he told me to calm down. Nothing was going to happen and it was just his way of coming through to me and to watch out for my grandmother.
I have had little experiences since then, of people coming through like my friend Mike. His grandmother came to me and told me to tell him to do it, when I asked him about it, he said I prayed to her and asked her I would be tattooing her name to my chest. I thought that was cool that I was able to tell him that she was okay with it. On September 28 2011, my life changed forever. My good friend Maple was murdered while leaving university to go home. She was shot multiple times, She was only 19. I was so hurt and devastated by that, and I became very close to her sister in an effort to find her justice and get her killer off the street. I was sitting down chatting with my cousin and his girlfriend, and I picked up a small vial of bubbles and began to blow bubbles, it hit me like a ton of bricks, Maples dogs name was Bubbles, and in my head I could see a green check mark. I felt this sense of missing something so bad. And it came to me I miss Bubbles. Later that night I was sitting in my living room listening to music, having a smoke and relaxing, I could feel the same pressure I felt before come to the top of my head and through my whole body, I couldn't feel myself anymore, and then it happened, I started to hear a voice in my head like someone was whispering in my ear, here is what it said. "Oh my god"! You can hear me! Okay I need you to listen to me and I need you to tell my sister that I am with great papa ji (I referred this to great grandfather) I started to picture Maple in my mind, her smile, her laugh, her eyes. I could hear in my head. I love my mom and my dad so much, I know they miss me and I am always with them. I worry about my dad though, he hasn't been the same since I died. I didn't think I was going to die that night. I was walking to my car and I could see him, he looked very angry, I knew then that I was in big trouble (this was not all in full sentences) he pulled a gun and I begged him not to shoot me. I told him that my parents and Rosy would be looking for me. I told him that we could work things out. And then I heard a Bang! In my head I knew what had happened, it was Maple, she was telling me what happened. She told me she went to run and he shot her, and he kept shooting, she fell to the ground and she couldn't feel her body anymore, she could taste the blood in her mouth. She wanted me to tell her family that she was okay now and that she was fine. She told me to tell her sister that she was so very proud of her and that she would change a lot of things. She was happy that something positive came out of her death (a memorial and bursary was made in her name to help those who were in the same field she was in reach their goals.) She told me she was getting tired and that she would come back again. I have never been the same since. I believe whole heartedly that this was my dear friend. I live my life for her.