I will start where everyone starts..telling you I was only 3 years old living on Oak street and there came a tapping at the back door. I was tiny and holding a stuffed accordian owl whose head was bobbing up and down. I decided to hold onto said owl tightly and see what was at the backdoor. This was in the dead of winter my mom, brother, dad, and uncle were in our house on Oak street, on my birthday. So everyone who had been at the house to celebrate me before had left before the weather got to bad. So there was a knocking at the back door...I tried to tell everyone but no one was listening. Finally at some point the door slammed open and there was a older round mtn woman there staring at me. She looked alive but static covered, almost translucent she looked like my mom but older and bigger. She waved at me...my uncle came around the corner cussing and slammed the door shut. I told everyone someone was there, they checked and said there was no one the streets were dead cause the winter snow chased everyone in. But she was there and she waved at me. Later my mom would show me pictures of my great, great grandmother. And there she was the woman who waved at me when I turned 3 she had been dead for many years.
So here is where it begins to unfold. I will tell my experiences here and let others read and decide. I see ghosts...not like you think, I see the passed on, I see creatures that are not there, and I talk to things that do not speak our language. I am sure I could give a guru hundreds of dollars to say I am a shaman or a wise woman or a spirit walker, but I figured out a long time ago the more you tell people what you see and what it means the more they force Dr. visits and pills on you. So this is my "haunting out" party, your welcome keep an eye here. I have a million more.
Let me finish though the story of my great great grandma...who was Cherokee mainly married an Irish man and raised a ton of kids including my own mom when she was little. They had the land, the farm, the animals, no plumbing inside, the real deal. I saw this land before it all went away. It was amazing. And for my mom it was her home away from home. My mom as I got older admitted that every night at 3am I would hear her sitting at the kitchen table smoking. I would hear the lighter light, mom take a puff, and the voice of another older woman talking to mom. EVERY night til I was a teen mom would sit up, smoke a menthol, and talk to someone. If you got up it would all stop and mom would be confused and shuffle off to bed. But I knew great great grandma was there, I could smell the tobacco she smoked, and the weird cotton ball molasses smell. I could see her outline in the gray of the darkness, like a weird spotted line like on TV with the static, I could feel the cold wisp by me as my mom came out of trance and had no idea she was talking or what was happening. I tried to communicate with my great great grandma like my mom did but she never came to me like that. I Could see her passing by but never a whole conversation in the middle of the night over the length of a cigarette. Mom finally before she left this world admitted to talking to her GGGmom said she could not remember what they talked about but sometimes it was about me. I later by 8 year old started to understand mom trancing out, cause my experiences kept getting stronger and stronger til I lost control, gained it, felt myself lose the abilities, and then gain them back to where I have control. My great grandma may have spoken to mom more then me, but I saw other people's grandma's, their lovers, their friends, I see people who passed so long ago they are like a thread in the air floating trying to hold onto the three dimensional world we live in. I see things that are not from here and sometimes get lost sliding through time and space into our little corner of the universe, I see them slink into the back corners of our minds. I see creatures we can accept with our eyes but most would call fairy tales. I see between the lines in your face, past your eyes if I want, to the eyes that have peered through you before this life, the other skins you may have warn. I can if I am deep enough, speak in tongues feel the air break so thin crushing the veil and the right mood, or the right listener, can hear these strange words and sounds come through me...sometimes messages if I go really deep but then I look like a crazy medium drooling and flailing around.
Why do I want to tell my tell. So others who have the abilities but feel judged or unsure or wanting to know how to be stronger then the spins can get some hope, some words. I do not do any of this for money currently, I have considered it, I have also done my abilities for money and found that the side effects were really weird. When you tangle yourself into other peoples webs you have to know how to pull yourself out without cutting their threads. Long story but I learned after trying to take some wages for spirit work that you gotta make sure you walk in clean, so you can leave clean. Trade is always safer, and sometimes just giving someone some help with some ghosts or cleaning the air is important to maintain my own balance.
You never know who around you can see things beyond you, I sometimes catch the eyes of another seer. They tend to look around the room more then at the faces, seeing what may have been there or who was there before, they tend to make eye contact socially but have a tense look that sometimes scares away new friends. A seer will sometimes hold up their hand and say "did you hear that" hoping that someone else did.
This is where I will tell my stories of seeing, this seems like a good place to start.
