posted on Sep, 30 2018 @ 11:26 AM
I'm in my early 40's, have 2 kids and a 3rd on the way. I've been married 10 years now.
I enjoy conspiracy theories, ghost stories, paranormal research and also technology/science.
Although i'm not religious, I believe there is something else we don't understand.
In my early 20's I started experiencing things. I went to a psychic who told me I had the gift.
Somethings she told me were true. a lot of stuff was vague though. She invited me to her group, at a spiritualist church, which was an open group for
the public to discuss and share stories, experiences and opinions.
People talking about talking to aliens, witchcraft, creating spells, demons, seeing dead people like the film 6th sense.
In my 20 odd years of being a medium, I have not once sensed anything evil, been contacted by aliens or 'seen' a dead person. My mum has turned
into some type of witch though and makes spells. However, none of them worked.
Her 'cloak of protection' failed when she told me her new boyfriend had a conviction but would never tell me what it was. I said I would ask the
other side. She said her spell would prevent it. Nope, told her exactly what it was and she was not happy. After that she would tell people I was
too powerful. But I digress.
I went to the group a few times but it really put me off getting involved in this particular area. I had already decided I was not going back, when
the old woman who ran the group approached me to say they had a closed group on a different night. Invitation only. She had been watching and thought
I had something.
So, I went to the closed group. This seemed a lot better. Most were experienced mediums and some were learning.
After about 6 months, I never went back. Most of the readings they gave were vague and generalised, and fished for info.
I started doing readings for people and making money. As I said, i'm not religious but some of the things I 'seen' told me there is something
I described what people where wearing when they passed, what symptoms they had, their fondest memories of family. I didn't see them in front of me,
I seen them as if it was my memory, always at a doorway of light. Nothing else. They would come and say what they had to say and go. I couldn't ask
any questions, just relay what the message was.
After a couple of years, I decided to stop the readings. Even though I was accurate with a lot of info, people wanted to know the future. If I
couldn't tell them, I was rubbish. Now, I can make predictions, not all the time, but I don't know where the info comes from.
My main story is this;
One day, my grandad gave me a message. My dad's dad. He was in his army uniform and was with another guy I didn't recognise. I tried to describe
him to my dad but he didn't recognise him either.
The message was simple. This is my friend. This happened several times over a period of months.
I was now in my late 20's and still single. Bored, drifting and getting lonely. I asked the other side, when will I meet her? Soon they said.
Whenever I asked, it was always soon. I made a request. I asked for slim, blonde, intelligent, non smoker, no kids and one other thing. I knew this
was extremely unlikely but I asked anyway. I agreed if it would happen I would do whatever they wanted.
I met a few girls here and there. Never made that connection though. I was friendly with a group of girls at work who were all friends. One was
single but she had problems with guys in the past. She would come over to my desk a lot and just talk. Her friends would have that look with a
One day, instead of soon, they gave me a name. It was her name, the description sort of matched also.
But, one weekend I met a girl. A girl who I sometimes seen on the bus. We met in a club I went to every weekend with my friends. She approached and
said Hi, I know you. We spent the weekend together and arranged to meet the following Thursday in the club. I didn't go to the club on Thursdays as
I worked. She was a student and went every Thursday. She didn't normally go on the weekend so we wouldn't have met otherwise.
Also, the Friday was valentines day.
On Monday, I told the girls I worked with. They were happy for me. They must have told the other girl as she came nowhere near me all week and gave
me dirty looks across the office.
Thursday was a disaster. The phone number she gave me was a dud. I went to the club anyway and she was there with a group of friends. They stayed in
a group and she did see me. Eventually, she came over and asked why I hadn't called her. I showed her the number she typed on my phone. It was a
digit missing. We talked and I went to get her a drink. Now, I was sober at this point, 1am and knew I had to get home soon as I had to get up for
I was walking back towards her when I tripped on something. No idea what. I went flying, the drinks went flying and I landed on a table, almost
knocking myself out. The bouncers grabbed me and chucked me out. That was that, never seen her again.
Got up for work and had a big bruise on my neck which looked like a love-bite. The girls at work had a field day. The other girl gave me a funny
look, I said hello but she literally ran away. I decided at that point I'd had enough and stayed away from her.
For months, she would tell people how I was ignoring her and she didn't know why, other times she told people what a horrible guy I was and treated
her bad. Her friends stopped talking to her as well.
About a year later, the message was the same. It was soon and I would be with the name they gave me. We still worked together but didn't talk.
I went to different clubs in an effort to meet new people. And I did. I met a nice girl who told me she wasn't looking and just came out of a
violent relationship. I told her about my experiences with girls and she smiled. I asked if she would be there the following week, she said yes but
again she wasn't interested.
I asked her name. It was her. I gave her my number and said it was up to her, we could just talk. And we did, for weeks and weeks until we met up
again. She told me it had been a hard year for her as the relationship had turned violent, her dad walked out on her mum and her grandad had died.
She was very close to him.
She was slim, blonde, intelligent, non-smoker, no kids. The other thing I couldn't ask.
One night, during dinner, I asked if she would come back to mine. She said no. I didn't mention it again. After dinner, she told me something and
said she understood if I didn't want to see her again. It was like time stood still and slammed me full on.
I wont disclose the final part of the request but it was a million to one shot. My full request had been granted.
We were engaged a year later and I met her family when we returned home. We were sitting in her grans house when I noticed a picture on the
fireplace. It was a man in uniform. Her grandad. The man I seen with my grandad.
We've been married 10 years now and she knows all about me and the request I made. The only thing we don't understand is he was still alive when I
seen him with my grandad but he did have dementia at that time and as far as we can tell, they didn't know each other.
As I said, there is something else but I don't know, or understand, what. All they've ever asked is I look after my wife and make her happy.