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 Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 11:30 am
I was born and raised in the Nazarene church.
First confrontation with teh supernatural was when a demon type thingy appeared when I was in first grade (have since become fairly sure that it was a Lilithian - a descendant of Lilith) I tried to scream and I felt like I was being muted, so I pulled the muting thing into myself (I think that this activated the psi-vampirism). The thing (Fuzzy) jerked back as if in shock, and I screamed. My dad came up the stairs, and Fuzzy went through the window. I went to the window and saw it jumping from shadow to shadow. It followed me across continents after that, and eventually, I convinced it to be nice and managed to give back most of the part that I took. It now acts as a sort of protector/warning system.
I thought that everyone was like me, and I didn't realize that the weren't until my later years of highschool.
My senior year, my two best friends, and the majority of my other friends, were Wiccans who used a good deal of energy. I started double dreaming with one of them (I would see the dream from my perspective and him from his, and we would encounter eachother). Also, in the spring of my senior year, I started learning to shield.
Another big thing that happened to me was I picked up a ghostly stalker and 'killed' an demon.
I went to a huge Nazarene youth convention at the end of senior year, which was a spiritual high point for me, and, for the first time, God told me that he didn't want me to go into the ministry. Immediatly after coming home, Goddess started prodding me to recognize her as well. I struggled with that for a few years, but have come to peace with her, and now I pray to both sides of the Creator.
My first year in college, there was a lot of energy floating around (I think there might have been a layline nearby), and I became more spiritually aware and tried different roles, (Christian Witch, Christian Wiccan), and had a spiritual mentor in my Religion professor, and also in my martial arts instructor.
After that year, I went to South Florida (where I still am) to finish up my college, and encountered more spitirual friends, including one who first introduced the term psi-vamp to me.
And here I am now. a Christian Mystic Psy-Vampire who is part Faerie, has a phoenix on her class ring (before I even started to get into the mystical stuff), a Balance Keeper, still with the ghost and the Fuzzy nearby, who is sensitive to energy and worships GOd and Goddess as Creator.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 7:47 pm
Ah, hrm... A story, eh? Well, I'm a fiction writer and could come up with a believable fiction, but that wouldn't be nice, would it? So, here's the truth... (cross my heart and swear to die) I was actually born into a vaguely typical family, and raised Catholic up 'til i was 4-ish, when my family moved over to the Methodist Church in town (our neighbor was the pastor) and I liked it. Since moving to VA, I've been an on-and-off Presbyterian... I say that because at about Age 10 or so we had a minister who kind of drove me away.... He was nice, but he came across as a bit of a cold fish. (That was about the time when I CONSIDERED some magick after seeing something in a book about it, but never avctually tried it. I figured that I was enough of a Christian that I couldn't go through with it. However, over the last year or so I've not only re-joined with Christ spiritually (probably the first 'real' belief, not just "la dee dah, I'm goin to church again") but come into my faith (ah the wonders of a confirmation class in the form of the Alpha course, which cleared up a lot of things) more strongly and was recently confirmed (so nerve-wracking...)
Now, I know you're probably wondering why I left the psychic stuff out... It takes place around the same time, but deserves to be separately stated...
Mom thinks I'm an Indigo, and says that one day I said something like "I'm glad I didn't choose another Mommy". I don't remember much of that incident, I was really young at that point. My grandfather (dead for about 15 years when I was born) was my imaginary friend, but I didn't know it then! ^_^ Well, I suppose when my Empathic powers came out was around 1998-1999. My parents were splitting up, and the house was so full of tension that I could barely sleep. I can't say that I knew when it was Empathy, but the feeling was real. Well, we moved here to VA, and two years later, someone tried to communicate verbally with me. This wasn't my first experience before I knew that I was a psychic, as I'd already talked to a "guardian angel", Rose, and occasionally felt a hand brushing against my arm at night if I slept a certain way. (Wakey wakey, My story is almost over...) But that night, the Someone freaked me out. It never came out in words, but sounded like a scratchy CD trying to be played. I told Mom and she told me about psychicism and how she didn't want to tell me until I was ready. I began to have more experiences and the smmer of 2005, I began to learn Reiki techinques. (I remember Mom's attunement. I walked into the room to go to the kitchen for a soda and all of the energy in the room made my hair stand on end. Now mine, on the other hand... I was asleep when it was done, so I didn't notice.) I've come into my own psychically and spiritually over the past year, but no one knew about it outside of the family... until about 3 weeks ago.....) But now, I've been freer with my abilities and am learning more every day, it seems. razz
Now you know my story in a nutshell... and for an All That know your stars style: "Now you know... Gatta Forte."
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
(And for the record, I'm 14 (nearly 15) now, so all this was crammed together somewhat)
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:24 pm
Both sides of my family have a running history of ESP. So, it wasn't really surprising that I was "psychic". It was a bit creepy, though, and like my parents and grandparents, I chose not to talk about it unless it was bugging me particularly.However, I've found it relieving to speak about things with other people; especially things I can't understand. I do not understand this... ability I have, and neither does my family. It seems to have a will of its own, coming and going as it pleases.
Until recently, I have always spoken with my best friend about anything concerning my "sixth sense". It's always been a comfort because she has similar abilities to mine, and she understands my confusion. We've usually tried to figure these things out together. However, there are things I cannot come to her about. She won't understand these things. I've begun to see and sometimes hear angels and demons this year. It was as easy as opening up my mind to the presence of angels to see them. Unfortunately, with the presence of angels comes the presence of demons. They are terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. And, the one source of comfort I've always had with this sort of thing, my best friend was an atheist. She could not help. She couldn't understand. She thought they were ghosts, angry spirits maybe. But, no... I knew better. I knew the angel who was constantly near me was my guardian. I knew that the demons could be nothing else.
I've consulted religion teachers and priests. I keep a crucifix on at all times now. It gives me a sense of security, though they have approached me anyway. I have a bottle full of holy water in my bedroom. I sprinkle it around whenever I think that there are demons right around the corner. The demons have been drowning out the angels though... And ever since they came... It's been so hard to see the angels. It's even harder to hear them.
I am safe, though. These demons cannot hurt me. They can do nothing to me. They cannot bring my soul to hell, like they claim. God loves me, contrary to what they say. And, he's won the battle for my soul already...
This is where I am now. I still try to contact the angels, but I don't want to see the demons. I know I'm at least waist deep in sin, but I'm not chest deep in it anymore, and I can make it kne deep soon enough... I know I can.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:47 pm
hm. maybe i should ramble on about myself.
so i was technically born in a christian household, but it was fairly non religious. my immediate family NEVER went to church; i only ever went with my grandparents and with friends.
so here goes. when i was about 12, i asked my mom about Wicca. i had heard at school (seriously) that they were devil worshippers. i've always been suspicious of this kind of talk. i bought a book and that's where my occult learning came in. i studied all kinds of stuff; mostly druidry, wicca, and general paganism. i also got into quantum theory.
while this was going on, i had some personal issues at home. i felt totally powerless, enraged, and lost. i wanted something that i could control, since i couldn't control anything else. magic granted me that. long story short, i developed chronic depression (or maybe i always had it; my parents always said i was weird) and had a psychotic episode that lasted for almost 5 years. i created my own world while developing my psychic abilities, while getting more into divination, magic, and just generally finding myself. this would prove to be catastrophic. once i realized what happened--that some of these people, this world, wasn't real--i began to dislodge myself from it. i had a hard time because a few people just wouldn't go away. i've come to the conclusion that they are real, that they serve to guide me, to accompany me, to teach me.
every once in a while, i get a flicker of something, i see something and i can't know for sure if it was real or not. for the most part, i assume everything i can see for long periods is real, everyone i talk to that talks to other people is real. you know the drill. it's very surreal.
in that time, i've warped and twisted my beliefs to the point where much of my life is about acknowledgement rather than worship and ritual. i consider myself a pagan, a spiritualist. vague terms are usually best.
/rambling
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:10 am
Alabang Both sides of my family have a running history of ESP. So, it wasn't really surprising that I was "psychic". It was a bit creepy, though, and like my parents and grandparents, I chose not to talk about it unless it was bugging me particularly.However, I've found it relieving to speak about things with other people; especially things I can't understand. I do not understand this... ability I have, and neither does my family. It seems to have a will of its own, coming and going as it pleases. Until recently, I have always spoken with my best friend about anything concerning my "sixth sense". It's always been a comfort because she has similar abilities to mine, and she understands my confusion. We've usually tried to figure these things out together. However, there are things I cannot come to her about. She won't understand these things. I've begun to see and sometimes hear angels and demons this year. It was as easy as opening up my mind to the presence of angels to see them. Unfortunately, with the presence of angels comes the presence of demons. They are terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. And, the one source of comfort I've always had with this sort of thing, my best friend was an atheist. She could not help. She couldn't understand. She thought they were ghosts, angry spirits maybe. But, no... I knew better. I knew the angel who was constantly near me was my guardian. I knew that the demons could be nothing else. I've consulted religion teachers and priests. I keep a crucifix on at all times now. It gives me a sense of security, though they have approached me anyway. I have a bottle full of holy water in my bedroom. I sprinkle it around whenever I think that there are demons right around the corner. The demons have been drowning out the angels though... And ever since they came... It's been so hard to see the angels. It's even harder to hear them. I am safe, though. These demons cannot hurt me. They can do nothing to me. They cannot bring my soul to hell, like they claim. God loves me, contrary to what they say. And, he's won the battle for my soul already... This is where I am now. I still try to contact the angels, but I don't want to see the demons. I know I'm at least waist deep in sin, but I'm not chest deep in it anymore, and I can make it kne deep soon enough... I know I can. Welcome to the group. Sounds like you need to some serious shielding. I added your name to my contact list on AIM, my handle is maadhatter1
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 5:27 pm
I was born and raised a Catholic but I definately don't believe everything the Church teaches. Basically, I haven't gone to confession in four or five years. I had a bit of an awakening my junior year. Some stuff happened to a friend of mine that defied the laws of physics (not my story to tell) along with a huge fight with someone I knew. The Sunday following the fight, I felt a burden being lifted off my shoulders and it was hard not to start crying.
I think that was one of my guardian angels. My other guardian angel has shown himself to me only once and that was about five years back. He however got upset at being ignored a few nights ago and played with my lamp to make me acknowledge him.
The female guardian has shown herself only briefly while I was at work but she keeps an eye out for me and definately likes to read over my shoulder. Wish I had a name from either one.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:18 pm
Hello.
I'm 17 and I can't exactly remember when these talents began but they just did and they come and go as they please. I try to meditate sometimes to bring them closer and not to control them but to understand and pray that they come to me in the times that I need them the most in. Although I have always made many good choices and I've find out what is right and wrong through my own eyes, I've always tried to follow god, as if I can feel what he feels sometimes. As if I know what to do and where to do sometimes. Such as, I almost joined as "occult" type guild, until I saw this guild. I knew you were here for a reason, I needed somewhere to go to talk about it because I need to better understand it from people that have been through it also. I need help, I know who my saviour is and that he guides me everyday but I'm just troubled on how to understand this power of mine. I call it power because only god has power and he is the only one with real powers to grant me such a great gift. I always have trouble with my identity through this also, I came here because I know here, I'll find what I"m looking for here, I just feel it and know it for some reason. One time I was in a life-threatening state in my life but I knew he saved me. I fell off the back of a speeding car and was knocked unconsious for a few hours and even though it wasn't long, ever since then, my talents have become stronger with each passing month. My father is christian and every member of my family believes in god and not all attend church all the time and neither do I but is that really bad? I'm still close to god through my prayers and my thoughts and these certain 'talents' that I have.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 6:49 am
Welcome to the group!
It's good to have you aboard.
Leslie
(Who goes to church because it gives her the strength and the resources to do the rest of her work.)
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