I'm 15 years old and I'm a young psychic. I have been able to communicate with those who have passed on since as long as I can remember, along with having premonitions and being able to see people's auras. This happens to me quite often (about once or twice a month and a new person every time) These are people whom I have never met before, seen before or even lived anywhere near me, some from as far back as the 1800's, come to me and I don't understand why. It seems like there is nothing I can do to help them along, it just seems like they're just showing me their story, I don't know how to help. I have effectively gotten them to talk to me, some take a little longer than others to speak but they do eventually talk, however some communicate to me by showing me visions of their past experiences and moments before their death. But I have only recently (about a year and a half ago) gotten them to actually communicate with me, where when I was younger they'd only stand there and blankly stare at me. I can also feel the presences of spirits by their aura (I suppose that's what its referred to as) I can feel they're fear, anger, or whatever emotion they died with. And sometimes if I can't see their true form I'll see a mass of color, which I perceive as they're aura. There has also been a few occurrences where they have physically hurt me, like I have had really bad bruises on my body and cuts and once my shoulder was dislocated. What I would like to know is how to lessen the occurrences of these events, but without completely getting rid of it (if there is even a way) because no matter how horrible and depressing it can be at times to see what these people have gone through, it's still a gift, (not one that I particularly fancy) but it is still a part of me.
-My first experience was when I was about 2 or 3 years old, and a man came and sat on the edge of my bed, I called my mom and I asked her who the man was who was sitting on my bed, and she told me no one was there and told me to go back to sleep, and the next morning my mom had gotten a call that my great grandpa had passed on around the same time I had seen the man in my room, I believe it was him.
-My most recent was about a month ago, and she looked to be an 18 year old woman with long brown hair from the 1960's, she never said a word to me but showed me what had happened to her through a vision, and she was stabbed to death in the laundry room of her apartment building. The most awful thing I have ever seen.
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