Now I’m not sure about the timeline. I can’t remember what I had for lunch yesterday, so I am pretty certain I won’t remember exactly when these things kicked off. I do know that I had started to pop along to the ‘Psychic Fayre’ every now and then, so obviously I had begun to find out more.
About 9 years ago, I was sat by a suitably spooky lake, at the bottom of an approprately deserted lane with some ideally suited friends. Once conversation had dried up I offered to do a bit of pyschometry, as you do. Other people might suggest a game of truth or dare maybe but no. I obviously didn’t know what psychometry was at the time. I do now.
I held my friend’s ring (well, it was that sort of night) and I was one hundred per cent freaked by what I could see. Not just feelings but clear, powerful images that I had to describe. I can’t go into detail because these are not my stories to tell but there were people, faces, right up close to my face and it got pretty emotional for everyone down by the lake that night.
This lead to me holding rings on a regular basis. I knew nothing. I just felt the need. The minute I held the jewellery, the images would come and the voices would speak in my ear. This is hard to explain too. I couldn’t actually hear the voices as if they were outside of me but rather as if they were in my head and inside my right ear. However I explain it…it will always sound mental.
The readings just got stronger and stronger with more and more detail. On three memorable occasions they got overpowering and physical. I actually ‘became’, I would get up and walk around the room, talk directly as if I were the spirit. Totally, totally freaky. I surprised myself and then I doubted myself.
Friends of friends that I have read for have been kind enough to dig out photographs and other evidence to verify what I was seeing. But still – the doubt. I have been very concerned, many times about the possibility that I was losing my mind. None more so than when I was reading for a friend’s mum who happens to be a Psychotherapist. So convinced was I that she was using me as a case study that I was sent a gift. Another one I can’t explain but I needed proof for myself and I got it.
Another time, I was sorting the washing when I was visited by a stranger, telling me who she wanted to speak to, I have also been followed to the toilet by someone who has yet to be claimed. Now, understand, these people are not like the ghosts I have seen. They are the sense of someone, the feeling there is someone there but behind a veil. I can’t explain it but needless to say, if they just appeared in the bathroom looking like you or I, I would have a heart attack. I am certain.
So these experiences all lead to something far more disturbing and soul destroying and that is where I am now.
It has all gone terribly serious and that is the bit I struggle with. The same way I can’t sit through a wedding or any other church service without digging my husband in the ribs and making snidey comments. I feel uncomfortable having to take anything to seriously. But, some things just require it, so I might just have to grow up.