My story is pretty simple really. I never paid any mind to things growing up like knowing what was going to happen before it happened. I'd think of people randomly and then they would call or show up at my door. I would have dreams that would come true and I always told myself that the dreams never happened. I saw things like shadows, figures and lights in my bedroom. I would feel things, know things about people without ever speaking to them. I always convinced myself I just had an over active imagination and moved on with my life.
Until Last year. October 2010 I moved into a small house with my now husband. I never felt anything odd or unusual about the house. It was a quiet, safe place that I adored! One night while laying in bed asleep, the overhead light simply turned on. I panicked and was terrified because as soon as the light went on I woke up and KNEW someone was in the house. I can't explain it anymore than that. I got up, turned off the light then walked across the hall to use the bathroom. I left the bathroom, turning off the light and closing the door behind me. I closed the bedroom door as well then crawled into bed still feeling terrified. My husband then got up to use the bathroom as well. When he opened the bedroom door, the bathroom door was wide open and the lights were on. I went insane, feeling the overwhelming sadness and panic. I started to cry. I wasn't afraid of what was happening, because most people would be scared of lights turning on and doors opening. It was like I was being forced to feel sad and scared. The emotions weren't my own.
After that I was brutally aware that someone was with me in that house. Things would be moved, doors opened and closed, lights on and off, the tv volume changing from bottom to top on its own. It lasted 2 weeks. I was never afraid after that first night however. I just acknowledged that someone was with me and that I didn't know what to do for them. Later, when I told this story to a family member they pointed out that the experience began the night my uncle died and ended the day he was buried. As soon as she pointed that out I instantly felt a feeling that I would describe as protective. I felt very protective of my cousins (who lost their father). Was he trying to tell them something through me? Was he asking something else of me? I don't know. I don't know how to know what any of it means.
After that I began to look into the idea of spirits and that's when I began to acknowledge things from my childhood that now seem like milder versions of what happened last year. Since I opened myself up I now feel things all the time. I feel what I believe to be spirits moving in and out rooms, I feel cold breezes rush past me and moments of total panic and anxiety and often joy, will grip me for no reason at all then pass as quickly as they came. I am overcome with emotions that I have no real reason to be experiencing. I see things and know things. I know instantly when someone is in the early weeks of pregnancy and I know when a co-worker is going home to receive bad news.
In our new house (a century home built in 1872) I feel something (someone) in the driveway. Which seems odd but it's what I feel. It is the first time I have ever been able to feel some detail. It feels calm and peaceful. Very female. I feel it watching through the window, just looking. I'm not afraid of it. It's just a feeling I get.
So what does this mean? Where do I begin to explore this more?
I feel a little lost!