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My Paranormal Journey As An Intuitive Empath

By now everyone knows I have had long interest in the paranormal, not because I chose to but because the paranormal chose me. My interest began when I was a child. I used to have vivid dreams about family or friends and then wake up to tell my parents only to see them look at each other in bewilderment. For example, I had dreamed about my godmother on the cover of a magazine only to find out months later she was featured in Parade. I distinctly remember seeing it and saying, “Oh look. Just like my dream.” Coincidence? My parents made me think so.


Sometimes, I wouldn’t dream about things that were so benign. I would have nightmares and recurring ones at that. Many nights I slept on my parents' floor. Once, I dreamed about a run-away car with my brother inside. The dreams ended when my brother, who may have been three or four at the time, knocked the running car out of park and into reverse and it left the driveway with him in it. I remember my mother getting the boost of adrenaline that we only hear about in stories run toward the car, open the door and slam it into park before it hit the neighbor’s garage. After that incident, no one acknowledged my dreams. We didn’t speak about them ever.


As I grew older, the dreams changed feature. They were more representative of my present and past. I would dream about people who had passed away and wake up crying. Sometimes, I would dream in different languages. I would remember the conversations occurring in a setting conducive to the language. For example, I would dream in what I would assume was Japanese during WWI or dream in Russian during the revolution. Interestingly enough, I remembered the conversation in a foreign language, but I remembered its content in English. People have since told me about past lives but to tell you the truth, I never investigated it further.


As I got older, I was able to intuit emotions and experiences from people which were not public knowledge. I was able to speak to complete strangers from a place of familiarity even though I had never met them before. I also noticed that people would tell me things that were beyond my comfort level. Imagine being in a grocery store line and the person next to you starts talking about their grief over a marriage or death? Don’t get me wrong, my abilities had their benefits too. I was able to connect with people and help them through rough patches or steer them away from ones, if they were open to suggestions.


I didn't know how or why I was able to do it, but I could and for the longest time, I felt it was a huge detriment. It made people suspicious and question how I knew the things I did. It wasn’t until years later that I was told by someone that I was an intuitive empath and that I needed to learn how to temper my abilities. It was the a-ha moment I needed. I went from feeling intrusive and awkward to feeling balanced. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop people from asking me on the daily and want me to read them. Finally, I had to tell them to stop, and I would let them know if I had something to share.


As the years passed, I have learned to embrace my abilities and I just regard them as part of me. To this day they pop up at weird times, like I will say something in the exact wording that someone else had said or do something that reminded someone of a person that had passed. For example, I was talking to someone about their mother who had passed away. I had never met their mother as she lived many miles away, but as we were speaking, I decided to stack my rings on my finger three deep. My friend looked at me and asked why I did that.

I shrugged and said that I liked it. She explained her mother, of whom we were just speaking, stacked her rings three deep on the same finger. In a different conversation, a friend was talking about her boss and his actions of the day which she deemed over the top. I explained to her why he reacted that way using the same words as he did verbatim.

Coincidence? Perhaps, but I have had too many coincidences to think so. Plus, research is on my side. There is a growing body of anecdotal evidence, combined with solid research efforts, that suggests intuition is a critical aspect of how we humans interact with our environment. The difference between someone like myself whose intuition borders on psychic ability and a person who is not as intuitive is the steps I have taken to cultivate my abilities. It has taken me a very long time to recognize that I am receiving a message when it occurs. It took me even longer to accept that the message is true and there is something that I can learn from it, and for that, I will always be grateful.


Being married to a paranormal investigator has made my appreciation for what I can do deepen. I have learned how to intuit from places, things, and people. When she and I investigate together, she will point me in a direction and ask me what I feel or see. Sometimes, I challenge her with a psychic “I spy” game and tell her I see or feel something and wait to see if she picks up on the same thing and usually, she does. Again, is it a coincidence? In the paranormal world when there are a lot of coincidences the universe is sending a message, and I listen.

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