Third Eye Part 2 The Gift Goes Dark

y eight and nine years old as the madness of the abuse began [ I often wondered why I had no warnings of this to come as with many things that followed it took into my thirties to understand why nore on that later in the story. My gift as it were began to change including how I saw and felt spirits I shared these thoughts with the other kids [they loved to be spooked] my friends were a little afraid of me too  and some of the things I would say.

[As I started to write this part I went looking for pictures of it and discovered it is much older than I thought]. Which explains a lot of the people I used to see in it. I can't explain why but I always felt so safe there as well looking at it brought back happy memories shudder ;-)

into my teens the darker side emerged. while living in an apartment building i ahd made friends with some of the women on my floor often visiting for coffee though i hate coffee sorry but yuck. Anyway a few months after living there summer was right around the corner etc {marg not her eal name} called and said come on over and chat while I fold laundry. As i walked into her apartment I ahd this split screen moment all at once i was two places at once i stopped in my tracks and she asked me what was wrong so i described what i was seeing. 

there was a woman standing on a front porch sweeping off dead leaves dust what have you, there was a man watching her from inside behind an old fashioned green screen door. As he watched her sweep she suddenly looked up made a slight noise and collapsed. 
He began to panic he didn't know whether to go out to her or call someone, he chose to call someone. He went to the phone and began to dial as he did, I looked at her phone and said right now and her phone rang. She answered it and it was her uncle, saying her aunt had just fallen on the front porch. [marg looked at me and the look on her face I will never forget, rage fear intermingled, she screamed at me to get out. I ran out and back to my place. She never spoke to me again. 

During my many stays at the nut ward they did a pre admittance assessment, two of the questions they ask are do you hear voices talking to you from the radio or the tv and do you see people that others cant see. i never learned to say no to that. When they would send me to speak with a psychiatrist while he would treat me as if I was insane eventually he or she would as those very same questions it was around then that I began to see the people hanging around relatives. or friends or loved ones. often this meant that as they asked me that i would look and usually there was someone near them who i wold then describe to them becuase they would ask okay if you see someone what do they look like. Sometimes they gave me names sometimes they would tell me a phrase to say.

right here i have to say it is not like those tv psychics who practically get you to tell them what they need before committing to saying they see or are talking with your dearly departed. 

I get really annoyed at the is there an M or an N is this a sister or a brother that passed ok thats who i am getting BULLSHIT pardon my french. 

When people appear they give me information to share and i ask no questions i just start talking and what comes out comes out. I see what I see and will tell you what it is, sometimes it is not what you want to know, but what you need to know at that time.  

By my mid twenties my empathic side grew stronger and it was harder to go to parties and gatherings, it felt as if I was getting full in my brain and it would overwhelm me. Often the only way to realease the pressure was to do readings, which then resulted in me sitting in a corner with thirty or forty of the guests waiting for their turn.

This also meant walking into a room I could feel the mood and knew who was causing what, this was both good and bad, as it also let me know who liked me and who didn't and who was angry at who etc, etc, etc. On three occassions I was in the room with someone who was capable of murder and said so in warning but no one heeded it. 

One killed a cab driver with his friends [london Ont] one killed his girlfriend and hid her body I found out years later on that one the other tried to kill his girlfriend then shot himself. 

In my thirties during the beginning of my healing journey with the abuse. I got called in to work on the Michael Dunnahee case. after having an out of body type vision. by this time I am living here in BC. the vision woke me from a sound sleep screaming [ I cannot share what I saw] my neighbour down the hall heard me and came running I told her what I had seen and she said I should call it in you never know. 

I did and two weeks later I was sitting in Crystal dunahees livingroom I wish I could say we found him, but I am sure many know he is still not accounted for. We did uncover some things near their home but again I cannot give details.

I also helped on the mindy tran case and a girl missing from a tanning salon both times they were recovered in areas I had described.

How this works is I get what can only be described as a recording via the victims eyes of the last moments of their lives. From that viewpoint I see landmarks and sometimes the perpetrator, who I then describe to the sketch artist.

There is one thing that seems to be a constant with the bodies I find they are near or in water and rail road tracks. I don't know why. I do fully as a volunteer and never take any money other than expenses to be there if it is out of town. I have been consulted over the phone from as far away as New orleans and continue to work with agencies when they call. 

I mentioned earlier how I wondered why having this gift did not warn me of bad decisions and ass wipe men in my life and for the most part I believe it is because I was to close to it emotionally and I have talked with others who say the same, although I did have an uncanny ability to catch them in the act showing up where they were at.

There has been only one time when I received a very clear warning of something I could not change. That was two weeks before my son passed. I had a dream that so upset me it woke me up crying and I turned to my then fiance and said something really bad is going to happen. The day before he passed I had a visitation from two crows.

as I was walking down a street, everything began to slow down in motion and in front of me there was a tree, the two crows were on a low branch, I walked up close enough to touch them but they did not move or flinch. I said I don't believe in you and forced myself to walk away. The next morning my mother called to tell me he had passed.  

When I first met Len [ my hubby] he was a sceptic, over the years after seeing me do my thing at parties and on visits to peoples homes whom I have never met. even at his companies barbecue [that was something] He now comes with me when I am hired as a reader at a function and you should hear him talk about me [heck talk about a PR man] 

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