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Who am I?
I am clairaudient (clear hearing, both audible and an inner hearing), clairsentient (clear sensing), clairvoyant (clear seeing, as in images), and claircognizant (clear knowing, that inner sense of knowing a truth). My strongest abilities at this time are: hearing, seeing images and sensing specifics about the person who has passed on (young/old, personality types, etc.).
Most of the time, Spirit (this is an all-encompassing word for me for energies from the Other Side: loved ones, guides, the divine), come to me while I’m watching TV or working on my computer or well…just about any time. Some have very strong energies while others seem very weak and they come and go so quickly, I don’t get any information from them at all other than a waft of perfume or flowers.
How It All Began
My introduction to the Other Side or the Spirit World came from my mother. My mother loved reading Edgar Cayce’s books and summer days were often spent using the Ouija Board (something I now do not recommend doing). I have to admit, though, we made contact with some pretty fascinating spirits from bygone eras.
My father, however, did not approve so as soon as his car was heard in the driveway, Mom would quickly scoot us away so we could stash the board, bible, cross, and notebook in an end table in the living room. The spirit world was spooky and unexplainable to Dad and because he had experienced some things himself (in that house and on that property), he would sooner forget about them than discuss them.
Just like my mom, however, I was always fascinated by the stories the spirits had to tell and by the fact that life so obviously lived on after we were done with our bodies. For the most part, I took it all in stride although I’d be the first to admit there were a few scary instances where I simply didn’t want to take the next step to see or hear any more spirits.
What Was Heard
From the time we moved into that house and on that land (2 acres plus the use of farmland all around us plus a barn, potting shed and pool-house), my whole family started to hear things: footsteps on the stairs, furniture being dragged across a wooden floor, banging on pots and pans, windows being slammed shut, and more.
My uncle even heard his name being called while he was out back behind the barn one day shooting clay skeets. He swears he heard my mom yell his name so he answered, “I’ll be right there!” As soon as he walked around some bushes and saw there were no cars in our driveway and no one was home, he packed up and “got the hell out of there.”
Funny thing about the furniture too; it was in one of the upstairs bedroom and the floor? It was carpeted. In fact all the floors were carpeted so the scraping of furniture was a bit of a puzzle. Soon, though, we all became accustomed to it and just yelled out, “Okay. We hear you!”
Putting It To Good Use
After further research, my mom decided to start asking the spirit who resided in our house for help in finding misplaced items. And…he always came through for her. We found out he was a man who often visited the original owners (more than a century ago) who simply loved it there. And yes, we looked up dates and names to verify.
By the time I heard the silverware drawer being yanked out and spilled downstairs in the kitchen at night or the banging on a pot with a spoon at 5:17am every morning for a week or so, I had learned from Mom that all I had to do was to ask the spirit(s) to stop. So one morning, after being awakened AGAIN at 5:17am, I loudly asked him/them to stop banging the pot so I could sleep…and it worked!
As A Result
From an early age (about 10 years old), this world has been a matter of fact for me. It helps that I grew up with years of first-hand experience but I honestly can’t pinpoint the exact time I started connecting with spirits as a Medium.
I think it happened gradually. I do recall having some incredible experiences when traveling abroad for two months (in college-we were studying Ancient Greece). The month we spent in Greece exploring ancient ruins brings to mind some really interesting paranormal experiences and communications!
Over the years, I’ve continued to sense presences, have had dreams that I know were more than just dreams, and my sense of smell is always alert to cigarette smoke or perfume or other scents announcing a presence (day or night). I think they know it’ll catch my attention because I’m allergic to these things.
My Goal, My Purpose
My greatest joy comes from helping to alleviate the sorrow people go through when they’ve lost loved ones and by letting them know their loved ones are, indeed, still with them and aware of what is happening in their lives. Most importantly, it is to let those who are still here know their loved ones are really not gone, they’ve simply changed their forms, and they are okay. The love nor the spirit never dies. I think that gives us all great comfort.
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