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Experience with the paranormal

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on September 29, 2009 by gothiclg

Hearing the phrase “the paranormal scared me when I was little” is something that seems to be really common among people who experienced the paranormal when they were young children. I’m far from one of these people, even though I am clairaudient and have been so my whole life but I really was afraid of the dead when I was young. The only thing I had ever seen of ghosts was what I saw in children’s cartoons and movies like Scooby Doo and these things were always that they were evil and tried to hurt people. There was nothing else I could base it on.

I always knew that there was something in my home. At 12 I ran into one in a friends home and it had been the first time that I had been clairvoyant instead of my usual clairaudient. Not to mention a panther with a bullet through its forehead isn’t something any 12 year old animal lover would want to spot in her friends bedroom. Even if my friend wanted to claim I was freaked out by her old fashioned porcelain dolls that were on the shelf near her bed (which she did for the longest time because she honestly thought they freaked most 12 year old kids out) I knew that wasn’t it. After what I’d seen that night (and a decent temperature change I couldn’t explain with air conditioning or the wind) I knew there was something else there that she wasn’t admitting to.

A few months to a year later (I honestly don’t remember exactly when) my family moved in to a new house, it had just been built and nothing (at this point in time at least) had died there. I knew there was no reason for me to think there were any spirits/ghosts there to scare me. There shouldn’t have been right? The house was new and nothing had died there. Wrong. Spirits had followed me here to this new house, nothing had changed from where I had just been where I knew the house had been old and people/animals could have easily died there. I honestly didn’t expect that a few weeks after moving that there would be another ghost sighting in store for me that would once again scare me in the same way that the panther’s spirit had in my friend’s room.

The next time said friend came over I told her about this too. At this point in time she had become obsessed with the paranormal and everything that had to do with it. She would never talk about anything else and after I told her I had seen another spirit she never came in my room either, she figured my room was cursed to see spirits and she didn’t want to be there. I, though, had to learn to sleep in there while she still considered her own haunting a dream I was having.

In time I got used to the paranormal as more and more happened in my new home. 2 pets have now died that once belonged here, a cat (she was euthanized at the vet because of kidney failure) and a treasured dog (she died in her sleep in our home, I was the last one to pet her the night she died somehow having been warned that I was never going to see her again). I treasure these expierences now and don’t let them terrify me. Their something not everyone gets and something that I don’t think I should ever let myself intentionally let go of since not everyone gets to have this happen to them on a regular basis. Considering it doesn’t happen to many, I really do consider it a gift.


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on August 14, 2009 by gothiclg

i never get a chance

to distill my visitors,

no matter how unwanted.


i’ve spent my years wondering

why me? ive

slowly become accustomed to

being haunted around every turn.


i know of my

help and of his

feelings but why are the rest undistilled?

gifted or cursed?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on August 3, 2009 by gothiclg

for a long time ive wondered if being clairvoyant was the gift my parets made it out to be. sure, it was always nice to see my grandfather come back from time to time but i wasnt sure if it was worth seeing everything else. the dead biker hit by the car, the person killed in a grizzly murder, the suicide looking to make amends with famil. those were there more times than i could count.

im seventeen and the only person in my family “gifted” enough to see them. i have no other friends like me and theres no one in their families i can relate to either. the only support i have are the random freaks on the internet who claim to be able to see the dead. from the stories i get, i just take them as writers trying to sound cool to someone they dont know, maybe they even think that if i really am the real thing i wont see through their tales. i dont see me having any chances of finding anyone authentic there.

for now im alone, left wondering how i managed to get this considering no one else in my family claims no spiritual gifts. i always try to help the dead where i can. myspace has become a very usefull tool, even if the person on the other end didnt beleive what i had to say (or at least they pretended they didnt). i knew for sure some found peace in what i’d had to tell them, some even beleived that i wouldnt have known their names if i hadnt been speaking to the dead person directly. i just hope i have a long time to decide if this is a gift or a curse on my own. after all, isnt that the only choice i have?

darkend day in the sea

Posted in class/school, life, pagan with tags , , , on October 24, 2008 by gothiclg

had a bit of an off day despite all the fun thats happened. its almost like something was always looming over my head that i didnt know about, that i couldnt pick up. sure, i talked to two girls in ceramics about some fun stuff, got to talk to some more friends in biology, got to see a friend i hadnt seen in ages and got to talk to her a little. for whatever reason though i felt like some sort of death was looming over me all day. sure, i know i sense ghosts, ive been able to do it for years, but its seemed to be getting more positive lately. it seemed like this was a bad negative though. sure, i know my school is haunted, ive seen all the orbs in my homecoming pictures and sensed their left energies, and i also know that i dont know why any of them are stuck there considering i havent found any news articles concerning death’s at the school. i cant even say it was one of the ones that belonged to the school, that it wasnt one that followed me from home in an effort to get some of the help it wanted. sure, the gods send them to me and other sensitives for help but i have no way of increaseing my sensitivity more to be able to speak/communicate with them more clearly. it sucks. im going to light my usual candles and incense later and hope that it helps the spirits find their way.