My experiences with the paranormal

Recently I sought the advice per say of a psychic medium looking for answers that I didn’t realize I already had. I too have some psychic ability but have so very often brused it off, pushed it aside and ignored what it was my inner voice was trying to tell me. Why some ask, why not tune into this gift?? FEAR! Yes, fear of the unknown is what so often keeps us all from following our true destinies. I know there are many skeptics out there and that’s ok because I am part skeptic too.

So often through the years visions of happenings have invaded and come to me through dreams. The thing is I never truly understood what I was being told or even what I was actually seeing in these dreams. Often times I do not even remember the dream, just the feeling, the sense that something just isn’t right. At times these thoughts are so very vivid that it is as though I am watching my own life and that of another’s from some place other than there in the moment. It’s as though I am floating, lingering above the actions, the visions and the happenings I am witnessing. To me this is often very disturbing and for many years have made me think as though I am losing my mind. That was until the visions I saw or the thoughts that permeated my mind began to take on a more happier entity. It was then that I began believing in the gift that I apparently do possess.

In December of 1992 my brother James took his own life and for many years, and even now I have experienced a lot of guilt because I did not tune into the feelings, thoughts and emotions that were trying to find their way into my gut. I did not follow my instincts, I did not want to believe that what I felt inside my very soul could be real. I did not want to believe that something so terrible was about to happen, something I now feel that somehow, in someway I could have done something about.

We had company the day before I found my brother after he committed suicide. I used this as just another excuse not to follow my gut. I’d already used other excuses that day and now the only excuse I have is the one that haunts my thoughts and entire being, I failed! I failed not only my brother but myself included. If only I’d listened to what my heart was telling me, would the outcome have been different?? Who knows really, we can’t go back, we can’t change what is and I for one cannot forgive myself for not listening to my inner voice. Most of my family I’m sure doesn’t even know the things that I am about to say. The one and only person that I am certain that knows exactly what I am talking about, felt and experienced that day and the day before my brother’s death is my mom. My mom too has had many occurrences with pyschic ability, dreams relating to the paranormal and instinctual feelings and perceptions of happenings that have yet to occur.