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Yes, l’ve proven my mediumistic gifts to many, without ever trying to, lifelong, in my 77 years of life. There is a stage early on where you hide them, because they frighten you. Later, in your early adult life, you learn how ridiculed you are. It’s worse when people disparage other people like yourself, and call them charlatans, because you too can suss the charleston’s out, and then you can’t convince those closest to you that it really happened. When later on in life it (the paranormal) cares nothing for your fears, or theirs, and rampantly ‘self proves’, you’re never ready, it happens in an instant, and leaves you breathless, and other people skirting round you, terrified of you, assuming you control it, but you know you never have, and never can. And that’s the real difference between a charlaton, and a real psychic, the former play games and proffer ‘expert’ advice, and sell their services. The latter, which l am, never does. My life is running to a closure, l have issues that can take me out at any time, my maker already showed me how l’m going, and it affects many others too, so l have no spare time for games, praise, personal gain. When l share, it’s to keep my word to God, who has afforded me so many miraculous interventions through my life, and let me live when l was written off each time. My pledge to Him was that l’d spend the rest of my life witnessing His existence. Not in churches, or through the Bible, or conversions, but by sharing my truths with Him, with others. And the last time l asked, to live to see my children safely grown. He let me, and even added a bonus child in the menopause, with ‘differences’ and tested me again, despite me having five grown up, and being in the menopause. And certainly not wanting to start again! Now he’s grown and long gone too, and all my six kids have shades of autism with Asperger’s, created by the Anti-D shots in each of the six pregnancies. And, a faulty vaccine, released in 1969. I found my answers for their bizarre behaviours, finally, after searching answers through the years, and it was one answer even l had not foreseen. Meanwhile along the way, ghosts, premonitions, and visions, alongside every paranormal activity you can imagine, got stronger and more urgent. I had told them to stop, desist, leave my home alone, until my kids had grown and gone, then, and only then, would l speak properly with them.. They listened, they never stopped, but they never went near my kids again. They’d been too close before, it made front page headlines, and that’s when l was brought into the public eye. it scared people away, not least family. My mum’s first words to me after years apart were fear, as l hugged her. “You haven’t had a premonition about me, have you dear?” “No mum l haven’t!” I lied. It was why l was there, after a lifetime of bad treatment from her. In old age, close to death that l had foreseen, that took me there, her hate for me was gone. She sought my reassurance instead. I have far too many witnessed paranormal events, especially in recent times. l’m sure some witnesses could still be traced should the need arise. The heat here has not helped my conditions, l’m going for a shower. When l’m feeling easier, l’ll share a few in here. Because when l die, they die too. And l believe those who need them, should read them. God decides on who.