I was always a sensitive child. This was long before I knew the meaning of the word empath or that being psychic wasn’t a sin. I struggled like most of us do with doubts and insecurities. Trying to find my way through adolescence by experimenting with alcohol and drugs and religion, often at the same time.
I have always believed in God but it was my mother’s god and not my understanding of Creator. Yet I never doubted that angels were among us and that praying to saints could help me find my keys.
When I was 18 years old I went to a Christian prayer meeting and was baptized in the Holy Spirit. I went home after that meeting and immediately lay down for bed. A strange language came bubbling out of me and I started to giggle. At the meeting I was told that one of the gifts of the Holy Spirit was speaking in tongues and I had received that gift. I would speak in tongues when I was afraid and this strange language would comfort me. I didn’t do any thing with this gift except pray as I didn’t know any better at the time.
Many years later I had stopped drinking and was an active participant in Alcoholics Anonymous. There was a man there who I was inexplicably drawn to. I was hoping to have a romantic relationship with him but he simply wasn’t interested in me that way. My attraction to him was bordering on obsession and I knew I needed help. I went to a psychic.
Cheryl B. was the first real psychic I had ever been to. I had my cards read at parties before but knew that they weren’t accurate so I didn’t take it very seriously. Cheryl was different. I met her at her house and she surprised me by meeting me in a velour sweat pants and top. She was not what I expected! I was expecting a turbaned guru with rings and a crystal ball. Cheryl was ordinary and I liked her immediately.
I told her about my obsession with this man and she took me up to her healing room and taught me a process called de-cording. I immediately felt different. She suggested I do not see this man for one year and I didn’t. You can read more about the process of decording here.
I went home after my meeting with Cheryl and immediately started to see things. The de-cording process opened something within me that I didn’t have access too before. Disclaimer: I have not met another person who has had this psychic experience due to a de-cording session.
My psychic eye had opened up and all hell had broken loose in my apartment. Apparently I was living in a vortex of psychic activity and didn’t know it until this day. That is the day my baptism into the realm of a psychic began. A baptism by fire . . .