I can't say whether I have psychic abilities or not. My grandmother has been attracted to spirits as a child and through her adult life. Spirits that she could not see would grab her to get her attention. She had always told me that if it happened to me to call on Jesus.
As a child, I have always been attracted to metaphysics and would read everything I could get my hands on as early as the age of 8 or 9. I was also highly attracted to religion and sought out ways of learning about God and attending services. Other than my grandmother, no one else in the family was religious, nor did they attend church services- not even my grandmother.
As a child, many things came to me in dreams. When I was about 8, I was urgently telling my grandmother that we needed to see grandpa (her father, my great-grandpa) and I didn't know why other than I wanted to see him and he lived right outside the city. I remember her being upset that I was pestering her and told me no, that we could not visit him right now. Well, the next day he died.
I also had a dream when I was around 9 the night before my step-father fell out of bed and had a stroke. I dreamed that I came home and there was this huge hole through the front door as if a missile had gone through it and I walked right into the house through the hole. Inside the house, everything was black, the furniture, the walls... everything. The clock had stopped. I walked towards the stairs and at the top of the stairs was my step-father covered in a black cape with a hood and his face was glowing like he was dead.
The next day, he had a stroke and we found out that he had throat and lung cancer. Later that week, he was put in a nursing home and died a day or so after. During the time I saw him in the hospital, I remember him having a trach because he could not eat and it had to be suctioned several times a day. It wasn't until years later that I put everything that happened together.
In my dream, when I walked into the house, I was walking inside his body through the hole in his throat and the blackness that I saw was the cancer inside of his body. The clock had stopped, meaning that his time has ended and when I saw him, it put everything else into focus.
I would also sleep and when I awoke I would know who had been at our house. One particular time was when my mother came to visit, I was asleep. She didn't come upstairs to see me, but just left. When I awoke, I knew she had been there and I remembered seeing her. I also asked why no one had woken me. I also had dreams of just sitting around and having casual conversations before they actually happened exactly as I dreamed.
Another time, I dreamed that something was calling me and I was so afraid that I ran out of the room screaming. The next day, I awoke I was downstairs and I told my grandmother what I had dreamed and she told me that I actually had ran screaming from my room and after she calmed me down, I went to sleep downstairs.
I was plagued with horrific dreams of something in that bedroom (my bedroom as a child) even when I moved away and was married. I would dream that it was evil, and it was calling me, and every time I tried to run to the door, the door would shut, and when I tried to turn on the light, it wouldn't turn on. I never could see what it was. I never saw anything in that bedroom but other family members claim to have seen a ghost.
I would have dreams of talking with God and him telling me at certain times not to be afraid. I would have dreams of being chased by the devil or meeting a very good looking man who was trying to lure me to him but then turned into the devil and would chase me. I would see people's faces that I have never seen in my life in my dreams.
I once had a dream not too long ago that I was talking to this man and he was listening to me rant and rave and complain about my life. I don't know who he was. Yet, after I finished my shpeel, he said something to me in French. I don't know French! After he said what he said, I woke up. I remembered his words and I looked them up on the internet. He told me to get over it, its not as bad as I think! I thought to myself, I couldn't have made this up and dreamed in French when I don't know French... So who was he and why was I talking to him?
I was once in the middle of a conversation when I had a flash before my eyes of a woman driving a car up a steep hill around a mountain where I could see the city below. It seemed to have been around the 1040's and she was on the opposite side of the car driving (as she was driving a European car) and going up the wrong way. I could not see her face but I knew she was me. When she got to the top of the mountain, the street looked old and I remember the cobblestone road but it was just a flash. I don't know what that was. A memory perhaps?
In 1996, I was living in military housing on Fort Bliss, TX when I was married to my ex husband. He was deployed and I was home alone with my infant son who was sleeping at the time. I was sitting up in bed reading when something grabbed me and held me. I couldn't speak or yell... Not that anyone was there to hear me. But I remembered what my grandmother said and called out to Jesus with my mind and it left me alone. I jumped to the other side of my bed because I was in shock. I talked to my pastor about it but he had nothing to say. I also had a time when I was driving home late at night around 12:30 am and I could feel a presence in my car, and it was trying to take over my body. I was fighting it off with everything I had and couldn't drown it out because my radio was broke, so I started singing church hymnals and it left me.
In 2000, I had a dream every night for a month straight that my husband was having an affair. I told him about it and he laughed it off, only to find out that he had been having an affair for 2 years right afterwards. I feel that the dream was preparing me to find out something that was otherwise had been overwhelming for me to handle.
I would always attend the psychic fair here in town and was told by one that I have psychic ability, that my grandmother has it and that I have an aunt that also has it. Out of my 3 aunts, the 2 remaining aunts that are still alive, do not have it. But I later found out that my aunt Ann (whom I received my middle name from) had passed away and at one time was thought to be crazy because she said that she could talk to people who were dead and no one believed her. So I am wondering whether this is something that could be passed hereditary or whether there is someone out there that thinks that I have any psychic ability based on that things that have happened to me... And if so, what kind of ability? Because I'm lost.
~Ann
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