I’m a Sensitive who’s had supernatural experiences all my life. I’ve all ready shared my earliest experiences
and a demonic attack
Disclaimer: Being a Sensitive means that I have the Sixth Sense, allowing me to perceive things that others cannot. I do not claim to be a
‘psychic’ however, as this title places greater expectations on you; I cannot read minds, see the future, etc. by will (only accidentally.) I have
never tried to enhance my perceptions, I just live with them. Also, I was never on any medications, illegal drugs or alcohol during these events, nor
am I schizophrenic or given to hallucinations.
There are a few parts of my past which I won’t be exploring much, as they are very personal and if this information ever reached certain people it
might hurt them or cause legal problems (as these involve serious allegations.) One such subject is that of certain relatives of mine, on one side of
my family. We do not associate with them. I will say that they did terrible things to many people, the least of which were lies and manipulation. One
such relative did not like me very much, as I was curious about things which he was trying to keep secret (even within the immediate family.) This
involved, in part, a collection of natural poisons (on which I will say no more.)
When I was little (maybe six,) this relative would take me fishing on a wharf. There would be people around us, fishing. Sometimes he would stand
beside me as we’d look down at the water (without fishing.) I would hear his voice: “Jump down in the water.” I would turn and look up to him.
His eyes were low to the water, lips closed. Yet I heard his voice, as clear as if spoken from his mouth, but in my head. “It’s okay, you won’t
drown. You can walk back to shore.” But the water was quite deep and cold, and I couldn’t swim. I would have died. I replied (mind-to-mind):
“No, I would drown.” “No you won’t,” he’d encourage softly. “You can make it back.”
If I had jumped, there would have been witnesses of this. He could have said that he had no idea why I jumped. No one would have heard him encouraging
me, as he hadn’t spoken a word. I didn’t even know the word ‘telepathy’ at the time, but I understood that he was connecting mind-to-mind and
it didn’t even startle me, just surprised me a little. I much later told this to my parents, who found it bizarre, not because of the telepathy, but
as he wasn’t one to stare at the water (he was a very secretive man and was never openly spiritual or reflective like that.) The part of him trying
to get me killed came as little surprise, for reasons I feel should be kept silent.
Later in my adult life, I would receive telepathic communications. It seems that I can sometimes receive telepathically, very clear, and reply back. I
do not know how to open such a channel however.
In my last thread (on my early experiences,) I mentioned that the black tunnel experience began happening to me on Halloween. Well, this date has been
a significant one for me. I have had some rather odd experiences on this date. The second strangest would have been when I was around thirteen or
fourteen years old. I looked out the _ It was so foggy and cloudy on this Halloween afternoon that it looked like evening! I was intrigued by
how atmospheric it looked and felt. It was drawing me out, and so I grabbed my jacket and boots and hurried outside.
I could feel the paranormal realm in the air, like a thick outer skin (around me and everything.) This is very difficult to describe, but it was a
heavy, underwater feeling. The energy was negative, but I wouldn’t say evil necessarily, but very eerie. It’s a feeling you get from your
imagination while hearing a good ghost story, watching a scary film or gazing over gothic artwork. Only I felt it in the air, dense, like a weight. I
could hardly believe it. I was actually smiling because I found it so wondrous and exciting.
Then, I heard rain pouring. I did not feel a drop of rain on my head, only the moisture of the fog. I turned to my left and I saw a wall of rain
approaching me, very dense, like a straight wall. It was exactly like the scene in “The Truman Show” where a rainfall is cued and so an obviously
fake wall of rain comes over him, supplying him with more evidence that his reality is faked. Likewise, I was bewildered when I saw this approaching.
It moved over me, drenching me (yet I barely cared because I was so awestruck,) and I watched as the wall of rain pushed past me until I couldn’t
see its edge anymore, just rain everywhere.
Looking in this direction, I then noticed a lone dark purple cloud over the trees in the distance. It was the only low cloud in the sky and was far
too dense and well-outlined to be fog. It was low over the forest, maybe a couple miles away. It was shaped exactly like a hand: thumb, fingers and a
palm (with no wrist.) The fingers were outstretched in such a posture as it struck me as a witch’s hand, cursing the land below. I took this as a
very ominous sign, but I felt safe due to my distance from it. I wouldn’t have wanted to be underneath it though.
I then went inside, amazed at what I’d experienced (despite my earlier bizarre experiences (for one thing I guess, this was more physical.) I have a
way of ‘testing the water’ with people, to see what they’re open to or able to perceive. I said to my mother, “It’s quite atmospheric
outside.” She looked out the window and said mundanely, “Yes, it’s quite foggy.” That was it. To me, it would be like putting a hand on
someone’s face and that person claiming not to feel it. That’s how real it felt to me. Even before I went outside, I felt the lure, the incredible
eerie feel of it.
I even got my sister to go outside. She returned, wide-eyed as if spooked but wouldn’t say anything about what she saw or felt, as if downplaying it
(or choosing to disbelieve it,) but I can’t say for sure.
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