When I was little girl, I didn’t understand my sensitivities. It actually scared me, so I pushed it away and tried to ignore it as best I could; mainly because I didn’t know how to deal with it. After all, who was going to believe the young girl who saw her dead great-grandmother at her funeral, standing under a tree watching her family instead of in the coffin where she was supposed to be?
It wasn’t until I had children that I started to let my guard down and take notice of things happening around me. And once I noticed, more seemed to happen. I heard noises … footsteps … doors opening and closing. I saw objects move. I thought for sure my house was haunted.
But I was wrong. It wasn’t the house that was haunted, it was my awareness to things happening around me that was becoming more keen. At that point in my life, I still wasn’t absolutely accepting my abilities. Life happened…. a divorce, work, kids sports and activities, family, friends, a new husband, and cancer. I still had the fascination with the paranormal and would watch everything I could on hauntings, investigations, and mediums.
My interest in the paranormal began to turn into an obsession. Then I started to focus on doing investigations. I joined a team of two women who were already established paranormal investigators to learn. They had all the gadgets, but I quickly realized I didn’t need any of the equipment. I could sense things in the room … I could feel them next to me. And then one day, I could hear and talk to them.
This blog is the next step in my “coming out” as a Medium/Clairvoyant. Only those who are closest to me know this “other” part of my life. Until I’m truly ready to go from Mom, wife, neighbor and business owner to the OC Spiritualist, I’m going to use this blog anonymously to share my experiences. So many people are intrigued by the paranormal. Even those who don’t “believe,” always want to hear more. So, sit back, “subscribe” and enjoy the stories, experiences and posts to come.
And please, leave your comments, especially if one of my stories strikes a cord or could possibly be the story about a loved one you’ve lost.