Seeing The Deceased, Future, And More

I've always had a bit of sensitivity to the supernatural.

As a child I had regular contact with my dead older brother James, even before I knew I had a dead older brother, and still do. I've always felt as if he were looking out for me.

My mother told me that when I was three years old she walked in on me talking to myself supposedly. She asked, "Stacy, who are you talking to?" She said that I looked up at her so matter of fact and stated, "James mommy, my brother. You can't see him? He's sitting right here." She said that I pointed right in front of me at the wall, and she could see nothing. It scared her, she asked, "Who told you about James?" I answered, "James did."

I could sense death since early on. I can "call" deaths.

I've had many wiccans tell me that I am an angel of death, if that makes any sense.

For instance I can meet someone and tell that they are going to die, but the death is usually sooner rather than later. Many times I can see them as they will look dead. An example, I work at an amusement park for the time being as an internship program. I see little kids daily. I saw this one little girl and not kidding you for at least a minute, doing double takes and rubbing my eyes then re-looking I saw her with blood coming out of her mouth, eyes and head. My immediate thoughts were, "she's going to die, it's going to be bloody and painful. It's going to be soon. She's going to die." Sometimes, like that time, these thoughts make me feel horrible. I want to warn, but what good would it do? People would think I'm crazy. Sometimes I can give a general date, or approximation of time before, but not always.

Another example is that my mother's van broke down and we caught a ride with a nice lady. I didn't want to get in the car. I felt death, I smelled death, I didn't want to be there. I was flipping out saying, "I want out of this car, mom please ask the lady to stop and let us out." Sure enough a few weeks later I saw the ladies picture in the obituaries. I pointed her out to my mom and said, "Look familiar? I told you death was with her." She died in a car accident.

I began working with tarot cards at 14 and was immediately quite good at giving and interpreting a meaning, people were amazed at how accurately I described them. Many came back later and told me that the things I said were correct or that something I had talked about happened.

My own first reading was done by a friend's mother. My Cards were death, the devil, and the tower. At first I was like, "Uh, is that bad?" but then she explained them to me.

My parents are devout Christians and tried numerous times to throw away my Tarot cards. They told me that I was playing with Satan, and I need to stop this supernatural stuff.

Many times my dreams become real, and I sense deja vu regularly. I can see auras and can feel positive and negative energy immediately after someone enters the room. I can manipulate things by concentration, but don't do that so much cause I get migraines really bad.

Something that I believe is tied to it is that I sleep walk, bad. I almost believe that sometimes my body is taken over by another entity while I sleep, I've been known to leave the house and do things that I'd never do while awake. I have some examples.

The one that scared me the most was that I woke up one morning and had blood, BLOOD, covering my hands and forearms. I woke up in a panic. I immediately stripped and checked my entire body for any reason that there might be blood. It wasn't mine. I panicked, threw on my robe and rushed out to my mother and asked if she was okay, and she was, she told me to calm down, and asked what was wrong. I showed her my arms, her reaction was, "are you okay?!" I looked at her and shakingly said, "It's not mine." She was going to take me to the police station and I said, "and tell them what? I woke up like this? They won't believe it. They're going to think we're both crazy." We never found out what the blood was from. I always thought that the entity that we had in that house played a role in that. She didn't like me, she answered to Lisa. I was the only one in the house that she was mean to. I tried to talk to her to get her to leave me alone, she kept telling me to do bad things, and I never let her have her way, but I was terrified of her. What made it worse was that she knew it.

Another example is of that house as well, a popular sleep walking destination for me what the basement, more specifically the hidden room in the basement. In being awake, I would hardly ever step foot in the basement, it had an unnatural coldness, not like most basements, more so, and I always had the feeling of fear and danger in the basement. I HATED the hidden room. Something terrible happened in there, I believe that Lisa was murdered there actually, but never bothered to say anything. More than a few times I woke up there in the hidden room, lying on the cold floor.

There's more but I think I'll stop here for now. As I said, I don't know what I am, but I'd like to develop my abilities more. Any and all advice and/or help would be greatly appreciated.