Okay, I'll try another color since some people had trouble reading.  I was going to try white, but, well, I couldn't see what I was writing, lol.

Yesterday I was thrilled to get a note right away from a caller about my blog, and asking me to share some of my psychic experiences.  So this one's for you!

When you're a child, you just sort of accept who you are.  In fact, children are usually so egocentric that if anyone else is different, they're the ones with a problem because there is no doubt in their mind that they are uniquely perfect.

But life seems to beat that out of us and we then make an effort to conform and hide our differences.  Remember all those fears of the boogie man?  Well, they just might not really be your imagination - at least mine weren't.

I'd wake up to find "people" in my room.  Of course it was scary, and I would call for help, only to be told it was my imagination.  It finally resulted in my closing my eyes tight and pretending it wasn't there.  I'd peek out again and again to see if it was still there, until I finally fell asleep.

Now the other half of it - knowing what was going on with people and why they were doing what they were doing - now that was cool.  The only thing I couldn't figure out is why other people didn't see through people or accepted things at face value so easily.  Sometimes I would become incensed because I wasn't believed when I would inform someone of something I knew.  As a small child, I was convinced that adults were all idiots, lol.

During the day, I didn't mind if I heard things or saw things, but nights brought terror.  It wasn't the home, it was me.  These visitors moved across the country with me.  When I was a teenager, I had a woman dressed in blue and white robes from a time long ago who would sit on the end of my bed each night.

I could feel her when she would appear, and it would wake me up.  Sometimes it was just feeling pressure on my bed when she "sat down," and other times, just the presence would awaken me.  Still, I was frightened and still employed the "I'll close my eyes till it goes away" method.  But each evening, her gentle spirit would return and silently watch over me. 

I began to have more visitors, "people" that wished to talk to me, through me, tell me things.  Now those of you who are somewhat familiar with the process know that seeing apparitions is far less common than just feeling a presence and hearing and sensing things.  Oh, how I wish I could get back that talent that came with such ease when I couldn't and didn't appreciate it.

But back then, it was so terrifying that it followed me into my dreams.  I knew these were people that had passed over, and I didn't want to talk to them.  I began to have nightmares of dead bodies piling up in my room.

So what made it turn the corner for me?  I learned how to control it.  I learned how to tell them, "Not now. I'll talk to you later."  I learned how to have some control over who and when I would let people in and when "business hours" were over.  I learned that it was very comforting and nice not to ever be alone, and to know I had constant love and support around me.  I learned that I was blessed with a very special gift. . . .

Do you have any gifts or experiences you'd like to share?  Comments or suggestions? Please do.  I'd love to share.