[stylist] believing the unbelievable

Thu Jul 30 18:51:33 UTC 2015

Okay, I feel weird admitting this, but in junior high, I had an English
teacher who was a practicing pagan of sorts-- not entirely sure of specifics
anymore. But she was very drawn to me and recommended a lot of books about
magic. She told me one day that she saw me having the potential to be a high
priestess. She never invited me anywhere or really brought the subject up
again, but I was equally intrigued and freaked out. As mentioned, I was
raised in a conservative Christian environment, so I was taught anything not
specifically Christian was demonic and of Satan. I now know how ignorant
this attitude is, but at the time, I was terrified to come close to anything
like this. But since childhood, I have had unusual experiences including
dreams that feel like more than dreams. And, I have never told anyone this
except my mom and husband, and my mom said something was wrong with me and
not to tell anyone; Ross is a little skeptical but open to the concept, but
I think I have empathic abilities. I have literally felt emotions completely
not my own at times, especially after touching people. It's weird and
difficult to explain. It goes beyond general empathy most humans can feel.
It's like one minute I feel calm or happy, then I speak with someone and
suddenly feel their emotion-- joy, pain, sadness, excitement, etc. Like a
ball is thrown at meMy sister had a friend who was raped, though we didn't
know about the rape until much later. She had become very depressed, and I
remember giving her a hug one day, and what I felt, it's hard to explain, it
wasn't great. I instantly became nauseas and had to vomit, and I felt, I
don't know, violated, gross, I guess. I knew something was up, but she
didn't say anything until later. . And my entire life, I have had people
tell me how comforting and calming I am to be around. And apparently, I'm a
baby whisperer, smile. When I pick up a crying baby, they tend to stop
pretty quickly, grin. Okay, this is my weird confession. And again, not even
sure how much I buy into any of this, or what exactly I believe. All I know
is that a lot has happened in my life to make me reconsider mainstream
concepts and be open to new ways of thinking.

FYI, I feel really vulnerable admitting any of this. Despite being a
memoirist, I'm not an open-book person, go figure, smile. It's not easy to
open up like this, so, okay, sigh...

Bridgit

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Hi, Atty. Well okay, here goes. Usually I think anyone mentioning stuff like
this out of the blue sounds crazy, but then again they don't do it in the
company of those they are sure are of like minds. The experience I cried for
4 days over was in no way my first, so it wasn't that sort of shock. It was
a shock because I believed it t o be out of the realm of what was possible
even for a paranormal practitioner. I was on the phone with a friend, my
room mate on the other extension. I was making coffee for us in the kitchen.

I felt a tug on one of the chains I was wearing. I had on at that t ime, 4
pendants on chains of different lengths so they'd not strike against one
another as that can break gemstones and that's what they all were. There
were two slight tugs one after the other and I looked down and my favorite
pendant, a citrine, was gone. The chain was unbroken. I make jewelry so I
know settings. This was no jump ring that could've come open slightly. IT
was an unbroken ring of silver for the bale. There was no silver left. Just
an empty chain. So how the hell did it come off the chain? I kept saying
metal can't pass through metal. Just a closed chain and no trace of the
citrine.  Of course my logic kicked in and came up with all these illogical
explanations, but as they were indeed illogical, logic scrambling, as it
were, none of them made sense or panned out. And I was shocked that so many
people believed me. I was touched as I'd frankly have flat out thought
someone I didn't know was nuts, and even if it was a trusted  friend, I'd
think that this was what they believed happened, but that they had to have
been missing something. So I call my mom and I'm in tears and the first
thing she says is who did you piss off. And that scared me even more because
of the fact it was my favorite pendant so I felt attacked. Nothing else was
taken from my person or in general, though, so later, I began to think
someone, a guide, took it because I was depending on it too much.Can't be
sure but when I did meditate with my guides and asked 2 of them what
happened they both just...kinda stood and stared at me like they were just
waiting for me to tell them instead. LOL. I was alone in the room when it
happened, and again no way to have gotten it off that chain. Still blows my
mind a little today. LOL. I've experienced other intangible things, but at
least others were there to experience them too which helped a lot. LOL. This
was just...unlike anything else that has ever happened.
Sem
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head. 

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