I want to share something that is deeply personal to me. It’s a little tough but before I launch into it I want to say I don’t believe in psychics or witch craft (despite the blog name). I don’t believe in people using their gifts from God for profit. I believe that God gives us gifts to share with others. I’m not comparing myself or anyone else to Jesus, but did you ever see Jesus give a healing and then have his hand out for a cash payment? Nope.
So now to my confession and this is hard for me to explain and it’s hard for me to share because people assume you’re a freak. In our society if something can’t be explained you’re different and people are supposed to all be the same. Different to a lot of people is another way of saying you’re touched, and not in a good way.
I dream things. They come true. I get strange gut feelings and trust them and am always thankful I did. I get little whispers in my ear about situations that helps me deal with them differently. I have come to rely on the feelings in how I live my life. I don’t share this very often because, well, I might get committed. To say that I have freaked my husband and family out many times is an understatement.
I have so many stories that I probably don’t remember them all. Some had me hitting my knees and thanking God, but what has triggered this post, is my curiosity about how many people have these feelings, thoughts or intuitions.
While there are many different things that have happened, I have a strange way that I deal with death. I dream of death, and death happens. I can’t always predict who, but it always comes. Sometimes it’s a shock, sometimes it’s relief, and sometimes it’s joyful. Let me explain.
When someone is in constant pain and has led a good life, I feel joy when they pass. Joy that they are out of pain, and joy that they are in heaven. I pray for comfort for those that are going to miss them and the situation they may be in.
When death comes as a shock it knocks the wind out of me. It might be an accident or a murder, but it’s unexpected and I pray. I pray for those involved and I pray for comfort to those involved. I pray for the soul of the person departed and that they are at peace.
The feeling of relief and joy sometimes intertwine, but basically when someone has spent what feels like a life time of suffering relief for them and their family sets in. And again I pray.
There is a lot more to this that I may or may not share but this is also part of my “How Journey”. I’m not pushing religion, I’m not pushing a psychic connection, I’m simply sharing these things that happen that for so long had me thinking I was crazy as hell. Holding this inside and being afraid to share creates anxiety in me and the anxiety monster eats at me in so many different ways that releasing one part is a relief.
Do you have these intuitions, dreams or feelings?