Tis the season for all things spooky; the time of year when
tales of ghosts and goblins are on the tongues of many and so I thought I would
ask the question; do you believe?
I do, and the reason I do is two –fold or three fold or
perhaps it’s an infinite fold that can only be explained one or two ways, who
When I was younger I had my first real experience with the
paranormal, there was something or someone living in our apartment, we called
him Simon, but only after we knew it was most definitely a boy. Things would go
missing, like our can opener, for days on end and when we would finally get fed
up we would say something silly like, “Okay Simon, bring it back.” And lo and
behold the things would reappear as if out of nowhere.
Simon was especially fond of shutting off the bathroom light when we were in
there. The light was located on the outside of the bathroom and it didn’t
matter if people were home or if you were the only one there, that light would
go out on you, mid-potty, casting you into pitch darkness. At first it was
scary, then it was funny and in the end just became damned annoying. I don’t
know if Simon is still earth bound, or if he’s free. I was too young to realize
how to release him at that age.
As I grew, I learned more, studied more and started having
things happen to me that I couldn’t explain and wouldn’t if my life depended on
it. I was a wee bit afraid of what was going on in my head, and for a while
thought I was just plain losing my mind, that is until I met a 3rd
cousin whom I’s never met before. Her name is Jenna and she made things make
sense. Jenna was a psychic/medium and was eerily accurate in telling me events
of my life. I was 14 at the time and she told me things that no one but I could
possibly know. She knew my secrets and that in and of itself was scary. We got
to talking about the things that had
started happening with me and she told me that I had a “gift,” like hers and
that the choice to develop that gift or not was completely up to me.
She was also the one who hinted that I might well be a witch…she was right.
I didn’t start to develop my gift until I was in my 20’s. I
just never really took it seriously, but when I was 24 or maybe it was 25
something happened and I could no longer ignore or tune out what it is that was
I had a vision, clear as if I was looking out my living room window. Someone
was going to find a baby, the baby was going to be perhaps two days old and the
number 4 was involved. I told my husband that the baby would be found near
Two days later while getting my kids their breakfast with
the morning news playing in the background the anchor came on saying that a
baby had been found. It was a girl, she was two days old, she was found by a
fence ( and in seeing the news report the fence had hedges.) I dropped the bowl
of cereal that I had in my hand and ran to the TV yelling, “That’s MY baby!”
In hindsight I’m glad there weren’t and police officers around or I would have been
hauled off to explain that statement. The child was officially adopted out on
the 14th of the next month. The media called her Baby Hope. I told
my family that her name was Ann. Her adoptive family renamed her Ann-Hope.
I was right and I couldn’t ignore it. My children still say
that she is their sister. It’s hard to explain things like that to children
that young. Now they know better, but still like to tease me anyhow.
I’ve done readings, and the readings I do, I do for free. I
am neither skilled enough nor greedy enough to charge for my gift. Sometimes I
even do readings on people who don’t ask or see it coming. They don’t ask, but
the other-side is clear on whom they want to talk to sometimes.
I have also scared people with the accuracy at times. My husband’s
cousin will not speak to me to this day because I accidentally outed him on
having a child that no one knew about and I almost caused his brother’s divorce
when I mentioned his affair with an older woman when he was 17. Turns out he
used to take his wife to the restaurant in which the older woman still worked
and declared it “their” special place. His wife felt betrayed. Sometimes when
this stuff happens there is mess to clean up afterwards.
I always tell people not to ask if they aren’t prepared to
know all there is to know. Once I start, I can’t stop it until the other side
is finished talking. Once they are, the purging is an ugly emotional thing
that I have only ever shared with one person and it was especially hard on me
because there was emotional investment for me; something that I work hard not to
do is to read my family and those I am close to. I simply don’t want to know if
something negative is going to come their way. There are times when I know
things, but I keep them to myself for the most part.
So in answer to my own question… YES..ABSOLUTELY… I BELIEVE…
I believe… because I know… but I never tell anyone that they
must believe in anything….