For those that missed reading my blog...
I've been here so many times before, trying to find the words to explain what has tainted my life, mainly for the last few years but earlier too. In
the past I was always held back by what I thought people would think of me. Now I have reached this point, where I feel that this is what makes me! I
am who I am after all!
I can understand if you choose not to believe what I am about to divulge. I was once like you. As much as I was interested in the paranormal, prior to
my experiences, if someone piped up with this story I would feel the same. I have but one plea; it has taken me a lot to get round to doing this, I
still feel quite insecure about it all to be honest. All I ask is that you at least try and understand. This is all still quite raw and in some cases
still on-going. This story/confession/article is compiled of my heart felt words. I have no reason to lie; in fact it would only damage what I have
achieved. I was once a happy young man and that is all that I want back...
Around the summer of 2002 I found out I was psychic. Since then the plot has done nothing but thicken into a mysterious situation. My friends will
tell you that at first it was more of a party trick. I would often say "I'm psychic; but a sh*t one!” I could do all the talk to the dead thing but
never really was interested in it so far as to perfect my craft. I would tend to find the most in tune person and get them to imagine they were
anywhere in the world, then I would describe it back to them! Receiving messages from beyond was touch and go. It really did depend on who was
I did attend an open circle meeting with other psychics. It was okay but not really my scene. I did learn few fundamental things and I did get an
insight into my past. I saw myself as a young boy in castle training against fully grown men that were knights. This was to explain a lot as I had
always been interested in the Knights Templar way before the psychic thing, that's another strange tale. After some time I was made aware that one of
my spiritual guides was Jacques De Molay, 23rd Grand Master of the Knights Templar and the last...
Things were becoming strange. My Granddad had recently died too; he always told me that I was a descendant of Robert the Bruce and Mary Queen of
Scots. I knew from my interest in the Knights that they were very much woven into the history. I spent years lost with these ideas, I had no solid
proof and my Granddad's family had gone from founding P&O to living in council housing? My Granddad was as much a mystery in his own right!
So there I was; 18 years old, psychic, strange family, Jacques De Molay as a spirit guide. I really didn't know what to do with it all but something
inside was burning. I knew there was something in it all somehow! Life carried on for a while, until I met my partner in 2007. When I met her things
got even stranger!
After she had moved to be with me I started getting messages from a powerful entity. He told me that I was a member of a council of nine people. He
was here to do something to my soul, I could definitely feel something in the moment but I couldn't tell you what it was now. He told me of how life
was just an experience almost like a game and that soon I would understand. He didn't really say a lot but he left me in the knowledge that all would
be fine. I couldn't deny it was weird to say the least but he knew things about me!
At the time I searched online for the council of nine and got a few things but nothing that seemed to ring true with what I had experienced,
especially not Oblivion's Council on Xbox. The main things that rang true were; the Templars and a past life I was aware of separate from that. I just
remembered being semiconscious on a beach; a dark figure on horse is above me seemingly happy with the kill. The figure would disappear and I could
see green emerald like stones on the shore as if the gems were worthless. It was strange. The other thing was my old scar, it looks like an XI or IX
scarred onto my knuckles. That was another thing 11's were everywhere and at the time there wasn't much on the internet other than numerology stuff
and the odd site that said about the 11:11 thing, then that just boomed..
Again I had put aside the spooky stuff and had started a family with my partner. The whole thing was just a weird experience I had. Soon we moved,
with our new born child, into our own home. Life was good and I was in my old neighbourhood and at the time I felt really grounded and at home. I
visited an old friend and found his stepfather had developed MS since I had been away from the area. We got chatting and conversation turned to
spiritual healing due to the TV show that was on. I promised I would come back prepared and give him healing as I had learned a thing or two since the
Open Circle! Lol! When I visited again I just did my thing, but I wasn't expecting the reaction I got. He was amazed at what he had
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