A few years ago, I wrote two stories published on this site about coming to realization of awakening as a psychic medium, and my experiences and encounters with the paranormal. At the time, I was barely even a teen, which was a very sensitive state for myself, as I was caught in countless tough situations. I'm now 15 years old, and I don't face as many challenges to seek help as much as I did before. However, as years went by, my family moved from our previous home (mentioned in last story) to the house I currently live in. The whole process of which caused my family distress, myself greatly.
It was the summer, a year from now to be exact. After the time my family spent in the old Victorian home we moved into, I managed to help pass the deceased to leave the old house. Not much later, my mom's work forced our entire family to leave in a haste. At the time, I felt tired and angered, mainly because I worked endlessly to make these ghost leave with no support whatsoever from my family, and to only to move out little after. It made my efforts feel, well, worthless. I finally proclaimed the home as my own after such work, only to be invalidated, or that's what it felt to me at least. In the end, I packed none the less, only with a feeling of negativity when I left. I wasn't sure why I felt so bad, but just noted it off as me being selfish for feeling the way I did.
The house my parents bought happened to be in the rocky mountains of Colorado, in a relatively small town with high priced homes, something not really my taste. When we arrived to our new home, I knew that the closer we drew to the state, town, and home, something wasn't particularly right. When we arrived, my family eventually settled with no worries, their rooms set up completely. I on the other hand, hadn't dared to unpack anything else besides my bed and essentials. I wasn't sure what feeling I felt, but it was a feeling in my gut, something that felt vaguely familiar, as if I've felt it before. The feeling 100% was trusting every bit of it. Call it intuition, I suppose.
The room I was in settled in the far back corner of the house, was shut off from any light other than two windows. My bed sat directly across the closet in the room, which I was entirely against of. The first night we spent there, I laid awake very late with an unsettling feeling from the dark closet I planned to keep closed 24/7. But it was then that it dawned upon me, that that 'gut' feeling embedded in me was like a car alarm set off, because of what my body sensed before I could mentally, was that there was a ghost. Ironically, it was the room I bedded that really set my inner 'detection' off in a subtle manner. But at the moment, I wondered why I hadn't sensed this earlier more easily? I thought it was silly to be more worried about that then directing my attention to this spirit, but deep down, I was afraid I somehow was 'losing' my abilities.
A week had passed, and I was coming to terms with the possibility of losing my sight. At that point, all I could manage was sensing the presence. I wasn't able to communicate, visually see, touch, or help pass. It was difficult, especially at how quick everything was dwindling for me. It made me defenseless with no way of assessing a spiritual situation without physically being in one. During my strongest time being psychic, I was able to sense without being in the place, I could even sense people, seeing possible outcomes of their future or past. I'm not sure if that underlines under being just a medium, but possibly a psychic for the living? (hope that makes sense).
Fast forwards, I met with my aunt who happened to be psychic too, only higher in abilities. At that point, I believed I lost my ability whole, as I was no longer able to feel anything. Of course, my aunt felt and knew, and questioned me about it. It was no surprise. She asked me all sorts of questions, even about things I'd never mentioned to her before. Most of what she said confused me, until she clarified. And shockingly, she said something I wouldn't imagine. If I can recall exactly, she said:
"You think you can lose your sight, but you cannot. There's a reason you were given this gift. It is inside both you and I (pointed at both our chests). This feeling of it being 'gone' is your own mind and body telling you are lost."
"You've gone through a trial of unveiling your true strength, unfortunately overpowering yourself. (referred to my experiences at previous house) You needed rest, but did not nurture yourself. You're lost now, but in time, your ability will come back."
After our chat and before I left, she gave me a necklace that she once wore in the beginning of her experiences of a medium. I wasn't sure why she'd given it to me, but I wore it. I was thankful for her wisdom as she'd been in this endless cycle her entire life, and I've only been by a few years.
A month into our stay, I slowly regained my consciousness and ability. It was like experiencing my first awakenings as a medium, first starting with dreams, sense, sight, communication, etc. Everything I could do before had come back to me, little by little, like baby steps. I could see and communicate to the spirit in my home, and learned more of it's presence as who they used to be. The spirit is non malevolent, and has a tragic past.
I frequently experience flashes of images, and sometimes I visually see a 'scenario' sort of thing play in front of me, like I'm there.
In one case, I saw images in my head play over and a pull sensational in my stomach to go to the hallway/kitchen area, almost like they sought out for help. Immediately, I followed and noticed the spirit's presence. Instead of coming to see an empty kitchen/hallway area, I saw a man lying on the floor. I could hear the siren of police and paramedics outside, as I watched in dismay as the front door flew open, and in came paramedics that rushed to the man's side. They repeated over and over, 'stay with me' and they flashed his eyes with lights. Not much later, they pulled a stretcher in and took away, and just as sudden as the scene appeared, disappeared in an instant.
It made me question countless things, as I sensed a variety of feelings that were not mine, as I was highly sensitive to pick on a spirits emotions. I went from feeling normal, to completely confused, angered, and frustrated with a sense of being lost in time. It's normal for spirits to not completely know they're dead, but this one knew, which threw me off. However, I regained my composure and knew that this person needed help to pass over.
In the end, the spirit found their peace.
And being curious after everything, I decided to look the house's history up. And a little surprising, I found that the previous owners rushed out after the death of an overdosed man died at one of their parties, and the man the died happened to be the spirit I came in contact with. It's sad to know that that was how his life ended, but it left me feel better knowing I helped him.
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However, recently, I found items in the attic of our home with items that belongs to the man. Does anyone know how or what I can do with them? Obviously, I don't want to disturb or keep them, knowing who they belong to respectfully.
Any suggestions?
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We gave a huge opioid crisis here in NH and since I work in a hospital, I see and hear a lot.