Ack.. I shouldnt have read this thread. But, I had to. I cannot believe the openess of your posts. Thank you.
I have all the above. Well, I dont see the orbs, that was my Mom's calling, and she saw white flowers everywhere (mind's eye) when someone passed.
My Grandmother, on my Fathers side, always said, laughingly, 'you have the gift.'
I am too afraid to use it and its all in the past. But now and then, Ill hear something on the news, or while reading this thread, and my hands will grow so hot, i can barely manage it. Thats the newest application of 'the gift' from about 1994.
I have been this way since i was 2.5, when a best friend passed and stayed with me, apparently until he, or I was ready for him to leave.
He had been sick and bed ridden for a long time, and I stayed with him during the day as company (i was being baby sat). Even now, I can see him in his bed, and at the window where we used to meet after he, changed.
My parents and family were frightened and after 3 months, were taking me to a doctor. However the week before the appointment, I just turned around, from the window, and told them, 'he wont be back now' and that was it. All was well in the natural world again.
Not for me. It has always amazed me that my mother didnt get it, since she also had the gift. When my great aunt passed, she came to my Mother, 'in a bubble, and said, "told you! I died with my boots on!", then the phone rang', it was my great aunts husband, saying she had just died of a heart attack.
When i asked her, 'a bubble?', she said 'yeah, i dont know why i put her in a bubble.' To this day, i wonder what she meant, the part of 'i put her'. I had never thought about this subject in that light before.
I always felt it as being outside me, and coming to me, unable to change it, other than stopping it, turning it all off. Except the hands, that doesnt turn off, lol.
My Mother was 'on the pot' when it happened. I asked her if she wasnt terrified, and she just looked at me oddly, and said no. She said ' it was June?' Like why would i be afraid of her? All i could think of was omg, on the pot, cant run, etc. The bathroom was small, and, only one way out, past June in a bubble.
Thats how afraid I finally became.
I loved the out of body experiences. I used to travel from seattle to california to visit my grandmother, i loved her soooo much. I remember once listening in to her on the phone, and when i woke up, my mother came to tell me she had just got off the phone, and i finished the sentence for her. =) Grandma and Grandpa were coming to visit.
I once refused to get on a plane because i knew it would crash. My father went crazy, because it was the airline he worked for. I had to scream loudly, to embarrass him to leave (we were at the boarding gate).
I cant tell you how angry he was. My mother tried to get him to cool down, when i said it would crash. By then she was full into her gift. Nothing was said when we heard on the radio (driving to destination) that the plan crashed.
It had only slid off the runway, not burst into flames, with passenger's skin melting off the bones, as in my dreams. I've never told anyone till now, what i saw in my dreams about that one. Lucky you o.O
My Grandmother used to say, that if i had 'one of those bad dreams' to just tell someone about it before breakfast and it would be ok. It didnt always work. Shrugs.
Some of the things were so confusing to me, after my grandfather passed, he came to me on a donkey drawn cart, a bell ringing softly with the movement, and said i needed to go with him. I woke up and told my grandmother right away.
Why would he say that? =) By the time i was in my 40's, i had had it. I have helped people along the way, but for me I only saw a tiny piece of the big puzzle, and usually couldnt tell if the news was good or bad.
That part of knowing a liar from 50 paces away? god that has got me in trouble so many times... I dont even have to see someone, and boom, i know. Hmm that is kind of nice.
Sorry for all my randomness, there is so much to tell, yet...
I do still allow my pets and close family that have passed to stay in contact. My mother is funny, she just says, 'i'm dead, i died', yet i do sense her now and then.
And i see my beloved pets about me a lot, hear one playing with a favorite toy, squeaking it, or even helping a friends dog that had passed. That was amazing. I have been so conflicted with regards to pet 'heaven'.
But when a friends pet passed he was so upset, and I asked him what his dog was, etc (we were online friends, running a forum together). What he told me I had seen, 3 days before, in a dream.
It had confused me so much, that my dobie was coaxing this afghan to come to her. They were by a rock in some grass, and she was, well being herself, lol. I debated, whether to tell him or not, and decided to tell him.
For about 5 days, i told him my dreams of them, and then I saw them them leave together, it was done. It did help him, but made him feel so uneasy. I described in detail what his dog looked like, etc, how it moved.
I feel as though, those that had short or shorter lives, come/came to me more than those that lived long lives. Both people and pets.
There is a place, down towards the 4 corners, er southern colorado, that I spent cry for about 50 miles, maybe more on the freeway. Something on the hills to the east bothered me so much.
Many, many years later, I found that the hills there were full of ruins. I was only there that one time, now i wish i would have taken the time to drive to those hills. But my distress got so strong, I was happy to leave it, but very sad too. As though I had lost something very precious to me.
Well, I do believe. I believe in all of it. Ive been in the white light 3 times. That's the place to be alright! I think that is pure energy. That is different then the out of body experiences i have had though.
The white light, for me, was always a learning experience. Truly, by osmosis. Perhaps the wrong word to use, but it flowed into me, and i into it. I cannot imagine anything more rewarding.
Now, with my burning palms, if only i could figure that one out. I have read about the healers, but have been afraid to try it on anyone! Most people think im a bit 'out of the box' enough already!
But when they start to burn, i do try to 'cast' the energy out, away from me. I believe it comes in my left hand and out my right hand, and will put my left hand palm out in front of my chest and my right hand palm out arm stretched upward.
Who knows, maybe some one is receiving that energy, and healing.=)
Ok, now that everyone knows im crazy, im going back to my corner.
Oh, one more funny thing. When i got divorced in 94, my ex gave me a gift to see a psychic. I went, it was fun, i was skeptical. They told me 'you need to turn it back on.' They swore that my x didnt say anything to them.
Thats when my burning hands started... coincidence?