For as long as I can remember, I have kept a side of me in the dark. It is something that I haven’t been entirely honest with you about, for various reasons. After a lifetime of experiences, a lot of soul searching, and countless confirmations… it is time to accept this part of me and bring it into light. The time has come to discuss it so, let’s BLOG about it.
It is time to face facts… there is an undeniable Psychic light that burns inside of me. It has burned since I was a child. But over the course of time and several terrifying incidents, I blocked this part of me. I did this because I was too young to process what was happening to me. Also, I didn’t want to stand out any more than I already did. So fear, in more ways than one, has been my driving reason for hiding the depths of my intuition.
Once, when I was a child, I went down into the basement of our house to turn off lights and locked down the house. I went down the steps, checked the basement doors, and turned off the lights. As soon as I turned off the light by the staircase, I felt a chill throughout my body. Almost immediately, there was a full apparition standing in front of me. Absolutely petrified and near tears, I ran up the stairs to escape him. Sadly, I couldn’t run fast enough. No matter how hard I climbed, he was right on top of my shoulders. I screamed out loud to my mother, who ran to me. I was nearly inconsolable. When I finally caught my breath, I described the man in great detail. My mother told me to forget this and to go on to bed. After prayers and more time with mom, I fell asleep.
It was only last month when my mother finally revealed that there was more to this story. I wasn’t chased by some figment of my imagination. I wasn’t chased by reflections off windows or any other “NORMAL” explanation. I was being chased by a member of my own family, who had died years before my birth. My mother kept this from me because she didn’t want to frighten me further. Thanks Mom, I agree with you; I couldn’t have processed that at the time. This story is one of many that my mother could share with you.
I experienced my first interaction with a Shadow Person when I was only 15 years old. This is a story that I will not be sharing with you. I can only say that as I told this story to my husband, I wept because of the residual fear from this encounter. Maybe one day I can share that with you, but today isn’t that day. Sufficient to say, the experience lead to me further blocking this 6th sense. It would be 15 years before I experienced another Shadow Person.
Last year, my husband bought me a house. Within 2 weeks of living in this house, I felt like there was someone always watching me from a neighbor’s upstairs window. When I would look, nobody would be there. I would try to shake the feeling, but failed – every single time. A month or two after that, I began seeing the face of a woman in that window. Shortly after that, I would come to make out more details about her… she way crying, beating on the window, screaming to be let out. Most recently, I have not only seen and felt her, but began to get emotional when it happened. I felt defeated, deflated, abused and trapped. These are not my feelings, these are hers.
Yesterday, after a year of saying nothing, I went up to the neighbors who own the house. I said, “Ma’am, I am Ken Boggle. I am a Tarot Card Reader and I wondered if I could talk to you about your house. I don’t want to scare you or offend you, but I want to discuss the woman in your upstairs window.” She looked at me with her mouth open, holding her goose-bump-covered arm up, so that I could see it.
“How did you know?!” she asked me. I explained the situation to her and that I was afraid to talk with her about it. I explained the course of events to her and asked if she has seen them herself. She denied that she had, but said that her son (who sleeps in that upstairs room) had seen, “the people.” This confirmed that I also discerned several other entities in the house, without ever being in it.
I asked her if she would like for me to go into her house and discuss this with her and get her some help. She denied my offer. Instead, she replied with, “No. We’ve moved out. We can’t live there. We’re going to rent it out, speak to the new people and see if you can help them. We’re not staying there anymore.” I touched her hand and thanked her for letting me speak to her about this sensitive issue.
Immediately after this happened, I went into my house and felt a huge burden lifted off of me. Finally, this was all I needed to confirm that I am something of a Psychic/Medium. It is confirmed that I am not going crazy and that this isn’t make believe. But try to understand my next point… This is something that I didn’t want and I am petrified of it. So, I need to come to terms with this.
Does this mean I am a Human-Ouija board? Absolutely not. Does this mean I will be holding séances and communing with dead Aunt Blanche? ABSOLUTELY NOT. Please, don’t even ask. I need some time with this and I needed to get it off my chest and be open about it.
~And to all of you who already knew this about me… thank you for letting me make this journey in my own time and for your support. You know who you are.
All My Love,