I grew up in a religious household and attended parochial school from K-12. Seeing spirits from the tender age of 3 I had difficulty understanding what I was being taught at school and church compared to what I was seeing, feeling and hearing. For several years I fought with the rationale, my sanity and my religion. It wasnt until I was in my 20s that I decided to consult my minister.
As I sat down across from the man, his eyes looked into mine with wonder. I was the good girl of the school and the church; a straight A student, active in youth groups, the choir, the band, drama, varsity sports - an All American Girl - so the reason why I was sitting across from him wringing my hands profusely confused him. Not necessarily knowing how to begin, I merely blurted out I see ghosts. I see angels. I see spirits. And they talk to me! My minister looked at me without expression and asked me to explain more in depth to the degree of communication. At that moment his son came through. A son I never knew he even had. A son nobody in the parish knew he had and who he had lost. Tears shone in his eyes and he hugged me, giving me his blessing to pursue the work he believed I was given by God. It sounds oh so simple, but a theology debate with me playing the devils advocate took place over a matter of a few hours. I continued to consult with him and he would counsel me and I would often counsel him. He told me that it wouldnt be easy, me being who I was, but that if it were easy everybody would do it. He also cautioned me on the types of people who would try to ridicule me, play theology Jeopardy with me and mock me.
Becoming comfortable with my gift has taken an awful long time and still when I speak with someone who doesn't know "what" I am, I begin - "Now, I am perfectly sane, but....I see ghosts...." I am not different than you. Everybody has the ability to "see", you just have to open yourself to it.
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