I didn't really think I was psychic. I guess I am what I thought I wasn't, but whatever the case it doesn't change who I really am. Story time starts now children.
Life has changed a lot, ever since I met my best friend, James.
Before, I experienced little things, like people calling my name, or hearing little pings out of no where, seeing auras around objects. Slowly time passed and I forgot thinking nothing of it but imagination. Until last summer. Everything started to begin to come up again. The random noises, constant ringing in my ears it all came back. All of it. Small things of my imagination that returned, that's all I thought about it.
James then came into my life. A simple freshmen who was very energetic and outgoing. A very positive boy, I liked (and still do) hanging around him a lot. We spent a lot of time together, but nothing big you know just friends. Until last month. That's when things started getting... Different.
First it was feeling sensations. It was, awesome. Touching simple things like grass, objects, people, etc. Would send it off. It felt like something had been awakened in me. Something great. Something beautiful. It felt like I was alive for the first time.
Then it developed even further into empathy and being able to astral project. I later first told my mother about the empathy and being able to see auras around things. I learned then that she was an empath too. The astral projection I kept to myself, and I've been trying my best at blocking it. Let's just say, it's led me into some trouble.
Now, it's gone to being able to sense spirits using all of my senses. I can only see them out of the corner of my eyes, however, running to wherever they may want to be. Yet, nobody else sees them, or senses them. So far from what I know, there are at least 3 of them in my house. They haven't tried to hurt me in any way at all. My dog doesn't get antsy, but I can always tell that she's watching them. The only thing really scary about them I guess is when they just show up out of nowhere. I've been getting used to it though.
I finally got around to telling him about what's been happening and that's when he told me "Yeah, ever since I met you I started losing my powers." This of course made me feel bad. I feel like I've stolen someone's powers from them. If I could, I'd give them back. Not that I hate them, because they don't belong to me, right?
Whew, I feel a little better now. Anybody else dealing with this?
Just curious.
No, you did not steal his powers. The abilities that you have are all yours. Some people develop early and others late in life. And, sometimes our abilities are not as strong for whatever reasons. So, enjoy your new abilities and don't forget to share the experiences with your mom. She probably has a lot of advice for you.
Congratulations