I just though I would share my story in becoming a medium and a couple of struggles in becoming who I was born to be.
It started about 7 years ago when my wife and I were sitting in the lounge one evening. When all of a sudden I got the extreme goosebumps, which made my eyes water, I looked strangely at my wife, and she asked me what's wrong?, I said I don't know but I'm getting major goosebumps. This started going on for the next half an hour, so my wife and I thought we'd start asking some questions, like is someone there?, and the goosebumps started getting stronger. We did this for a while thinking this was kind of cool. Then she told me to grab a pen and paper and ask if someone was there. So I did his and put the pen to paper and my hand started to move all by itself and wrote yes, yes, yes.
So now I was a bit freaked out but I thought I would ask who's there?. The name Thomas was scribbled on the piece of paper numerous times. I asked my wife if she new of a Thomas, and she said no. So we got my mother in law over and asked her the same question. Her jaw dropped and she said it was her grandfathers name. I then asked if anyone else was there, and about half a dozen other names came out, which were also her relatives that had passed. It all seem fun until I went to bed that night.
For the next 3 months of my life of what I would call hell, spirit decided that since I had opened up to them they would talk to me night
And day, letting me sleep for about 3 maybe 4 hours a night. Being new to this I thought that when spirit spoke you had to talk to them when they wanted. I had everything from good spirits, negative spirits, spirits that thought they could speak through me, also move my body around, ones that changed my face to look like my wife's grandfather. And spirits that were just plain annoying. It came to ahead one day when I got fed up and in a loud voice I told them all to bugger off (these weren't the words I used as I don't think they are allowed!) Suddenly it want silent.
Life was good for about the next two weeks until a little voice in my head said hello?. I said hello back and once again it was all on. A full time orchestra in my head of old people, young people to people swearing at me. I though this is enough its time for me to go to hospital. I thought I was going nuts. I ended up ringing a medium where I lived and he told me to come and see him straight away, so the next day I was there. I walked into this old mans house thinking what am I doing here? I never really believed in this kind of thing. He sat me down and his words to me were. You have a direct line to spirit, your not like other people around you, your like a cordless telephone between our world and theirs. The advise I can give you is, your in control of this whole thing, spirit cannot demand things of you, they cannot make you do things that you don't want to do. Everything to do with spirit is free will, its your choice. He gave me lots more advice and I left.
Since that day I've learned to control this gift and have learned of the many other talents that I have. I'm constantly in contact with my guide, His name is White feather, he is and Indian Chief that says I was his brother in another life time. I've also learned that I'm a spiritual healer. I've definitely experience many things in the last seven years.
What I've found through my experiences, is for everyone of us that's alive here on earth, there's at least another 10 if not more in spirit that want to talk, just imagine if you hadn't talked to someone you loved in a long time and you saw someone that could get a message through to them, would you try and talk to them?. For me I've had to just learn to de-tune to them when I'm at work, building and in my everyday life. It can drive you nuts otherwise.Don't get me wrong, I think it's the best gift I could have received and wouldn't be without it. Knowing I can give someone a little bit of happiness. I've also learned its not how good you are with your gifts it how you use them to help whoever you can.
This is just a short story of where I've come from and who knows where I'm going, but when I know I'll be sure to let you know!
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