I carry ghost around in my back pockets

When I was in the rescue I had decided I would like to dabble in communicating with the animals. Since we got so many animals in and we didn't know the backgrounds I thought it would be nice if I could get some type of information out of the animal themselves, so I signed up for a communication course. It was 2 days long and I asked one of my friends at that time if they would go with me. She was curious also but didn't have any special "gift" of her own but thought it would fun to watch other people.

The course was in the cities at a well-known communicator here in the Twin Cities house. We didn't hold the class in her home but we held it in a spirit shack in the backyard. We could go into the house to use the facilities, eat, drink, etc. When we first pulled up we had to go into the house so we knew where to go for the class. As soon as I walked in I felt very uncomfortable. I was met by an older woman. A ghost woman. She reminded me of Sara Lee but alot meaner.

The class was brought out to the spirit shack and we began to do some exercises. I knew alot of the people who were there by their reputations(businesses and rescues). We had an exercise we had to do and one of the exercises was to sit in front of each other with our eyes shut and visualize what this other person was thinking. So one person was thinking and the other was trying to "see" what they were thinking. It was actually quite interesting that alot of us got things and how accurate we were. We all had to tell what we "saw". One woman was talking about how she saw the hostess' house and smoke coming from the top of it. Then she saw spirits coming from the smoke. She said it was almost like it was haunted. I was just sitting there shaking my head because how true this was. The hostess then wanted to know what I had seen but the instructor said we must talk after class.

After class the hostess came up to me and immediately was coming into my space. First of all you MUST respect other people's space and as a communicator you REALLY should know that rule! The other thing is she was trying her damnest to get into my mind. I build brick walls when I think someone is trying to get in my mind when I don't want them to. I think this really pissed her off. I'm not a very social person so what makes anyone think they could get in my mind if I'm not typically socialable and talking about myself?

She asked what I meant by the house was haunted. I told her I had been greeted by a woman who looked like Sara Lee but not as nice. She said that was impossible because she had had a paranormal group come to her house not to long ago and they rid her house of a young blonde female. I told her they must have forgotten one because this woman was still around.

She was furious. She accused me of carrying around ghosts in my back pocket and depositing them into people's homes. Hmmm...NOT. WHY would I even want to do that? I could see if I was part of a paranormal group and wanted some extra work BUT I'm not part of a paranormal group and the readings I do for people are FREE. I don't get paid for the services and I don't ever expect anything in return. It's just something I like to do and I continue to amaze myself with each reading.

She just wouldn't believe she had this woman ghost in her home. Yet, her home was part of an Indian ground so whose to say that ghosts are coming and going all the time! Even the woman read that from her when we had our little "reading" session.

I told my friend that I wouldn't be going back the next day because I didn't like to be accused of carrying ghosts around in my pocket and I didn't like the fact she was trying to invade my mind! I have NEVER ever recommended her to anyone but I don't tell many people my story either. They have asked how I know her and I simply tell them I took a class at her home one time.

So, I guess, because I have nothing better to do with my time I gather ghost and stick them in my back pockets looking for a home to deposit them in!

How it started?

Well, I guess I really can't say how it started to be exact. I guess it all started when I was born. My mother has it, my mother's mother had it, my aunt(on my mother's side) had it and so forth. I inherited this "gift".
I think my father has this "gift" too but he doesn't really like to admit that fact.
The thing is all my life people have said that it's not a gift but something the devil has created. I was raised in the south and alot of people, I don't think, are keen to this "gift" I possess. It scares them. I actually had a woman who babysat me tell my mom she could no longer babysit because I scared her, I read her mind and she just couldn't have a child doing this. Did I read her mind? I couldn't tell you, I don't remember. I do remember the woman though and her children and I liked her but she was scared of me. Amazing how a 6yr old can scare an adult but I achieved that somehow.
So for years and years I hid the fact that I had a special "gift". Just until a few years ago I didn't tell people until I knew them extreme well and knew they wouldn't think I was any stranger than they already had figured out.
I'm still a little leary on who I tell and I don't really like when friends tell other people about my "gift" if I don't know that other person well but I'm getting over that. I'm learning to accept it.
I doubt my "gift" all the time. Even when people say they are floored by what I have done I still doubt it was actually something I did.
I feel it's a "gift" from God, NOT the devil. I have read and seen other people with this "gift" say it's a gift from God so why should I believe any different?
So, what is this "gift" I speak of? Well, I don't really know how to explain it. My mother and i use to say it's ESP. Is that really what it is? A couple of people say I'm an empath. All I know is that I can "read" houses. I can tell you if a spirit has taken up space there. I can tell you if the house has been remodeled and what use to be where. Recently I have been able to read cars and tell you some interesting things. It's a developing "gift" and I welcome what it brings to me.
Now, I will write blogs about what I can remember and how they happened and then I could maybe go for months before another blog is written. I never know when someone is going to ask me to "read" them, their car, or their house. So you have to wait as long as I do. ;)
Hope you enjoy my collection.