How I Became A Psychic: Part 2

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It began by seeing things out of the corner of my eye.  This journey into the psychic realms.  Things I couldn’t really even explain.  One of the beings I saw was something straight out of Harry Potter.  He looked exactly like the house elves in the books.  Of course, this is all hindsight now.  The books weren’t even published when all this was occurring.  I just remember he was small and gnome like and didn’t pay me the time of day as he walked through my apartment and disappeared through the wall on the other side of the room.  This is the point in the narrative where you call in the people with the white coats and straight jackets.  You have to remember before my de-cording session with Cheryl (see part I) none of these things that I describe here had ever happened to me before.  This was only the beginning.

I call these experiences a baptism by fire because I had to learn how to use my gifts in a hurry.  I became overwhelmed with psychic activity and I could barely keep up.  At that time in my life I was processing a lot of anger. Anger attracts negative entities like nobodies business!  I had recently become a single parent to my boy who wasn’t even one year old yet.  I had no job and no prospects and living in section 8 housing.  I recently broke up with my sons father who had cheated on me with my best friend.  Needless to say I was a bit pissed off.

I started to have all these thoughts that didn’t even sound like me.  I would get this peculiar ache in my upper back that felt like something was hanging on it.  There was.  My anger had attracted spirit attachments.  Spirit attachments are earth-bound entities that for what ever reason have not passed into the light.  They tend to be drawn to like energy.  In my case it was anger that drew them to me.  They connect through the Auric field and interfere with your sleep and the way you think.

My clue that something was amiss were my thoughts no longer felt or sounded like my own.  Once I learned to discern my self from these spirit attachments I could release them.  Unfortunately, due to the fact that I was still a pissed off person they kept hitching on to me for a ride.  It wasn’t until I moved from that apartment to a small town that all the spirit activity quieted down.  But until then I had a lot to learn . . .

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How I Became A Psychic: Part 1


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 . . .