I can recall my first encounter with the paranormal...the assination of JFK. I was 3 months old. It was just that traumatizing, if that is the right word to use.
The next one was when I was in 1st grade. I had a full fledged conversation with xyz in school. This person sat down next to me in class, and we talked at length about what was going on, and my mission in this life. Then I came back to my class, and this person was gone. Time was missing.
Throughtout my life too many things have happened. I know too much. I have seen too much. Often I will ask others what they "see" or "perceive" to be happening. And I think on it. Sometimes I have to go to Church and pray because it is just overwhelming.
When my beloved sister, Jo, was dying, this really threw me for a loop. I just knew the outcome before the doctor's lips even opened. I also knew when I had to do what task and at what time. It was just knowing. It took 3 yrs for her to die.
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