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| Category: Clairaudient |
Date published: April 18, 2006 |
This is my story concerning this subject, and please forgive me if this doesnt seem written very professionally... I am not a professional article writer.
Since I was a very little child, and for as long as I can remember, I heard noises (much like static or white noise) and broken voices... I had, for most of my childhood, believed that it was a normal process, and that everyone heard the same things I heard at those times of quiet, and immediately after stressful moments of my childhood.... In fact I remember specifically laying in bed one night and listening to several entities discussing something, though I couldn't make out what was said, and thinking that I was hearing some sort of interference from the telephone lines that were close to my window. But covering my ears didnt stop the sounds.... but it was normal, so it was no big deal.
As I grew older, and into teenage years, I expressed with mild curiousity, my experiences, and was met with rather harsh reactions, and even accusations of being a schizzo, or of being a freak. This of course put a serious negative spin on the whole affair... By the time I was an adult, I learned, quite by accident, that excessive smoking of tobacco products quieted the noise, and I embraced this as a means of self medicating...and pretty much hid it for fear that I may well be borderline crazy... as long as I stayed away from spiritually active places and smoked heavily, it was a non-issue, but one evening, when I was in the navy, I met a man that was a wiccan and a medium. He explained to me that what I had been experiencing was nothing more than a lifelong ability of clairaudience. Skeptic that I was, I throw this theory to the back of my mind and continued on.... Several years later, a dear friend of mine got together with me and some friends and decided to have a seance... I thought the concept silly, if not mildly entertaining...
It wasn't silly or entertaining... not at all...
There I sat, quietly, listening to my friend as he asked questions of a spirit he claimed to sense was present, and all of a sudden, I was hearing the answers... not my answers.... the spirits..... and I was totally creeped out by the whole affair...at first I didnt repeat what I was hearing, but the questions were specific, and the answers where just as straightforward... The sensation was creepy, violating, and at the same time, felt very full filling....
Needless to say, beyond that point, I was no longer a skeptic on this one issue, and therefore had to rethink my thoughts on so many other subjects...
But I was not ready to be a medium. I mean, I watched shows like "Crossing Over" by John Edwards and found it all just to..... not right. I certainly couldn't see how I could be a medium, and to this day am still debating on whether I want to open that part of myself at all, or just leave things at status quo. But now after smoking like a freighttrain for years now, my pulimnary health has taken the brunt of it, and I have to consider quitting smoking... I know whats going to happen when I do... and I am not certain how to prepare for the cascade of noises that I will experience again... am I prepared to live the lifestyle of a medium? Am I prepared to find some new way of copeing with the messages from beyond? I just dont know...
Thanks for reading my experiences...
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