Helping The Dead Move On

I'm a 21 year old woman, and I've been having these experiences my whole life. It started when I was as young as 3, and continues to happen today. I believe my abilities are somehow passed on to each woman on my mothers side of the family, because the stories have been as far back as my great great grandmother. That's not to say that the men in my family don't see/feel/hear these things, just not as intensely. We have a very deeply rooted Cherokee Indian background, and I'm positive it comes from that.

When I was between the ages of 3-about 6, I lived with my single mother at my grandmothers small trailer. I used to sit in the hallway and "pet" my spirit guide, the Lion. I know I was young but I can remember every detail of him; his shiny coat, the way he would lay in the same position and lick his paws, and how his eye's were an uncanny blend of honey brown and Caribbean blue. I was abused most of my life, and I remember how every time I saw him a wave of peace washed over me. I could focus on him and how much he loved me... Both my mother and my grandmother remember watching me pet something, listening to me talk to something about my pain. He was my best friend. I don't remember when he left, nor do I know if he ever really did, but I stopped seeing him at age 6/7.

Oddly enough, when I was 10 my mother had her second and last child, my little sister. Ever since I was able to talk, I would ask my mom to give me a sister for Christmas, birthdays, Easter, you name it. When she turned 3 her father took her and I to the zoo. She went straight to the lions! She didn't want to leave them, and neither did I. Her dad took us to the gift shop, and told us we could have one thing each. I let her pick out my gift, and she pointed to an anklet with a charm of 2 lions, and it hit me with such emotion I cried of happiness for days. Then, when she was 10, she randomly told me that she was my lion... And again I cried.

Over the course of my life, I've had many experiences, but one which stands out in particular. I was 11, and just got home from school. My mom took my sister in the backyard to play and I stayed in to do my homework. I heard a child say "Help me! Stop! Your hurting me!". I went out and asked my mom if she'd heard it, and she said she hadn't. I went back in and brushed it off. But as soon as I sat back down, I heard it again, but with more conviction.

I went back out because I started to get scared. I met my mom on the porch and she could tell I was abnormally distraught. I looked out to the yard and suddenly saw something in the tree. When I looked closely, it was a little girl in a pink shirt and pink and white striped pants, hanging by a rope by her throat from the branch, swinging and twisting in the wind, and she was clearly dead. I freaked. I kept crying and had an anxiety attack, so I called my grandmother for advise.

As we spoke, I was sitting on my kitchen floor, and all of a sudden a block of yellow/white light came into my vision and I could no longer hear my grandmother. In the middle of the block was the girl, standing, smiling at me in the same pink and white outfit. She had long brown hair and darker skin, and she looked happy, like she was ok. I watched as she turned around and walked away, until all I saw was the bright yellow light. My grandmothers voice came back, and the block disappeared. I told her what had just happened, and she told me that the girl must have just needed someone to see her, to feel her pain, and then she could move on.

The next morning I found my mom on the couch with the news on, in shock. I looked at the TV, and saw the girl! She had been picked up from her bus stop by a man, raped, and strangled. Then he stuffed her in a drain pipe. She was wearing what I'd seen on the day she was abducted, her hair was the same. I smiled because I felt like I knew her and I helped her. It was the most intense experience I've ever had.

I still see shadows & the same cloaked man with dark curly hair who I believe is Saint Ureal. I've been told he watches over me, as well as my dead uncle. I know when there's a spirit around me, and can point to where they are & can sometimes identify whether they are male or female, young or old. My dog also helps me detect them when I'm unable to. I hear high pitch sounds, and my ears ring from it. I get shaky from the energy I feel. My only fear is of being hurt anymore, because they literally CUT me. My fiance has seen it happen, and I can feel something slowly scratching me, only to wake up the next day with scabs on the spot in slices. Sometimes I can watch the scrape as it happens. Does this also happen to others?

I'm here wondering if there are others who have helped spirits move on, and how I can tune my skills to do it again without getting hurt. I seem to have gotten more and more closed off with age, but I can feel the spirits constantly around me. The feeling is that they need me, some are very persistent, and I'd like to be able to help them and control my abilities. Any advise would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you.

J