As a child I would remember lying in my bed and hearing my name being whispered. I would respond to it, and it would be silent, as I would close my eyes, it would start again. “Stephanie, Stephanie, Stephanie”, it would get to the point where as a child ( I was about 5 or 6) that I would get up, go to the top of the stairs that led down to the first floor and ask my parents if they were calling me. And every time, they said that no they weren’t calling me, and that I just had to go back to bed. This happened almost every night. Years later after moving to the United States when I turned 9 or 10 my mother finally told me that the woman who used to own our house was named Stephanie and that she passed away in the house…. A few years then passed of me not being receptive. Then when I was in 3rd grade my friend at the time was taking a trip to Canada for a week. In the week that she was gone, I had the most vivid dream. And that dream was the most vivid dream I’ve had. In my dream I saw my friend and her family in Canada going to all these places, and petting deer. When my friend came back she invited me over for a sleep over, and when I asked her how her trip was immediately she started to begin telling me what happened. I stopped her, and I said, I know what you did, and then began to tell her what I saw in my dream. The whole time while I was telling her about my dream her face was in awe. And that everything I had seen in my dream is what she did while on her trip. Years pass on and in that time I wasn’t receptive to anything……
Well this Summer I smoked a lot of pot. And I’ll be honest, since I’ve smoked more pot, in these past weeks I’ve been so receptive to unexplainable things, it’s actually freaking me out. I recently just told my mom about how I can’t picture myself past the age of 20-30. She then confirmed this feeling of when a true clairvoyant told her that her son (my brother) wouldn’t be with us long. Then a week later I’m lying in bed and my dogs on my bed . My door to my room is shut, my windows are open on the inside of my room, and without even noise my door that opens into my room opens. Without even the doorknob turning. Two nights later, I’m just about to go to bed and as I’m about to shut my eyes, I stop and open them, and theres this man in my room. Looking at me. I’ve learned to not give the spirit energy so it feeds off of me, so I then shut my eyes, and when I open them, he’s gone. The next morning I look out my window and I saw a man hanging from a tree. Since I physically saw the spirit, I’ve been sensing death around me. I just learned that apparently my grandfather (whose not in good condition) called my mother and told her that she needed to get to Florida within a month or else it will be to late. Meaning he’s going to die soon.
Whats really freaking me out is just how much more receptive I’ve been lately, and how things that I’ve been feeling or seeing have one way or the other are being confirmed. I haven’t been this accurate and this receptive in a long time. And I need to learn how to shut it off sometimes so it wont let me affect my daily life.