Being a Sensitive
From: Bethany (firstname.lastname@example.org) Story type: Channeling Location: Clovis NM Source: Form Submission Date submitted: Fri Aug 1 08:12:11 2008
Okay first of all, ever since I was little my parents would ask me why I was always talking to myself. I would always reply I was talking to someone and give there name and my parents one day watching the news saw the person's name I was talking to. Ever since then I get visited, and quite often actually.
At first I get this pain in my chest. As soon as this happens I know something is around. I begin breathing really hard (mostly because I still get scared). Then I start to feel whatever emotion they feel. Sometimes I can feel just how sad they are and it hurts so bad I don't think I can bare it. And when they are angery I get pissed and really scared at the same time. But sometimes there is the odd occurance of one being happy and playful. It doesn't really make me happy but curious of how they can be happy while dead. I don't understand why I feel these things but I just do.
A little bit ago I learned why I couldn't hear them when they were talking to me. I was told by my Aunt that to hear them you have to almost be connected to them. I guess the best way to say is to meditate when first learning. Soon you just learn to focus on thought and not to use your ears. Only through complete focus and relaxation can you hear them. Seeing them is totally different for me. Sometimes I only see the shadow of the person and sometimes I see the actual person as if they were there and not even transparent (as most movies show).
It isn't the same person or ghost that I see either. They come for whatever and then they leave and I see another. I never knew the reason that they come to me but I am used to the fact that they do.
The reason I'm actually writing is because when something that had never happen to me before started happening I got really scared and my best friend sent me this website in an email and I wanted my story known too; mostly for those who feel weird about what they do too. So here is the story:
About a year or so ago I moved into a new dorm on my base. As soon as I got there I had the sharp pain in my chest and I couldn't even bare it some nights. Then the oddest things started happening. The room attacted to my room, with the closets and sink, started to flood. So I called the people to come fix it and they couldn't find a broken pipe but they did see the water flow back into the wall where it came from. They didn't even come back the other times it happened. Then my lights started blowing out randomly and flickering. But only the main light and my lamp. And my lamp was connected to the same outlet as my computer and my tv...but only the lamp would flicker and blow out. So then my air unit started driping this sticky yellow slippery goo (the best I can describe sorry) and the people had no idea what it was. They had never seen it before. Then my lamp flew off the wall and shattered one day and there was this woman standing inside my mirror. I don't know if it was a relection or what but she was just standing there with no expression that I can remember on her face. And I had seen her so many times around my bed. My friends dog I was watching would huddle in the corner wimpering. That night I was sleeping and she screams my name so loud I fell off the bed. At first I ruled it off until it kept happening. Eventually I got tired of it and started staying with my friend in her house. She feels safer with me there because of her "friendly" in the house. He never does anything but stand there or move around. Sometimes he taunts the dog...but that makes me laugh. I know he is good. But one night after moving into this house I got a feeling I had never felt before. This girl (around 7-9 I would say) ran up to my car scared to death. (Children often run up to my vehicle in this neighborhood so I didn't think anything of it). And when I asked what was wrong I started rolling down my window and she was disappearing as the window was going down. Freaked out as I was I drove fast where I was going and got back and called my Aunt immediately. And as I called my Uncle called the same little girl and told me that he got the feeling she needed to talk to me and wouldn't talk to anyone else. Ever sine then I tried to speak to her but all I get are giggles. And a name...Emily Foster. She tells me it all the time.
As I get older it seems like the feelings and happenings happen more often and more intense. Anyone who gets these feelings or anything happening; don't be afraid at first. Just meditate and see what it wants. If it is angery then leave it alone and if it doesn't know or won't answer then maybe you can somehow help. I'm not an expert but I know enough that I'm not afraid to embrace what gift I have and try to do anything I can. I do see myself now as a sensitive. Anyone else who feels the same is free to email me at the address at the top.