Does the paranormal truly exist or not? Some of you will say yes without a doubt but some will say no without a doubt. Me, I am in the yes category and proud to say that I am a empath and no I am not Deanna Troi from Star Trek. Although I too feel emotions off of others there is a twist to my gift and that is I can diagnose illness as well. There was a time when I hated being so different that no one wanted to be my friend because of it.
Astral walking is a talent my Brother has and the first time I sensed him on a astral walk he scared me half to death. He had no pulse, was not breathing, and a low body temp which as a empath I can sense. I thought he had croaked on me and that was not a good thing. But when he came back I was relieved and by that time I wanted to kill him myself for nearly giving me a heart attack. Good thing I love him though and I am grateful to have him as a brother.
My Sister also had the privilege of my talents although I wish family would not use my service. One day I touched the bottom of my Sister's foot and the strangest thought came to me. She had white blood cell clots due to an infection from what turned out to be the colon. I also knew that she would lose her right leg and on June 7, 1991 she did. She was 25 years old with a three year old daughter whom she fought to stay alive for and I am glad to have her with us too.
Five years ago my Dad woke up around 11 p.m. and asked me if I had a antacid and I told him no but in my head I was saying you do not have heartburn but you are having a heart attack. Sure enough by morning he was the E.R. and was about to be transported to a heart hospital. Man, I told them not to use my service but I am joking about that because he is still among the living to joke with. Although we never truly got along too well and that is our fault because neither one would listen to each other. We are getting along better now and that I am thankful for being able to be there for him at the end.
Although I knew about their illness it does not prepare me for what is to come and feeling the life slip away from my Grandfather was hard for me. I watched him for two weeks waisting away slowly from cancer and yeah, I knew it before the doctors did. It was his time but I am thank to have been there for him when the end came. He helped give me the gift of life and for that I am truly grateful and honored to be his Granddaughter. One thing I love about my gift is that I can still feel him around me and looking after his loving wife.
Dare to explore the unknown for that makes it known and something not to fear.
Written:by Paige McMasters
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