Before I get into my current energetic adventures, I feel I need to recap how my psychic journey began. My journey over the years has opened me to other times, beings, places and dimensions. This post is about my experiences during the 1990’s.
Growing up was pretty uneventful in terms of psychic experiences.
There were stories in the family of how on my mums side, granddad had seen a ghost once or how grandma had meaningful dreams. And one of my aunts was more alternative that the others. Looking back now however I can see that it just wasn’t as accepted back then so it wasn’t spoken about. Now days I know that gran was psychic and her 3 daughters all have some gifts.
In primary school, the only instance I can remember was some kids with an ouija board on the oval during lunch one time. I remember hearing screams when someone freaked out until the teachers broke up the group. I didn’t take part as it didn’t interest me so I have no idea what actually happened.
But other than that, living in a Queensland seaside town of roughly 20k people, life was pretty average. Our house was about 15mins drive out of town. We lived on a street with only 2 other houses and we were surrounded by acres of farmland which contained over the years either cane, cattle or pineapple. It really wasn’t anything exciting, energetically at least.
High school years
My first ‘real’ introduction to the spirit world happened towards the end of high school. I was sitting next to a friend in art class and noticed her writing madly in a notebook. To me the writing was incredibly neat but I could tell that it wasn’t her normal handwriting. When I asked what she was doing, she explained it was autowriting.
Autowriting, as it turned out, was the way she communicated with spirits. She allowed them to take over her hand and she was able to have back and forth conversations all written out on the page in front of her. To say I was surprised is an understatement. But I was also really intrigued and wanted to know how to do it myself.
So she showed me how and I started practicing.
To start with all I got were shapes, or my hand would just do circles in the air for a long time. For many years the hand I used would get a icy feeling in the wrist. It was almost like someone’s cold hands were clutching my bones as they moved my hand/arm around on the page – it was quite painful and would ache. But I eventually got legible answers even if it did look like it was written by a 3 year old. Over a decade later I found out that the circles were their way of saying ‘hello’.
Since then, over the years I’ve done varying amounts of autowriting myself. Don’t get me wrong – even after 20 years of doing it, my writing isn’t fast or neat (most of the time its illegible). My autowriting style has morphed from barely readable chicken scratch to a single line. And yet the answer/information is simultaneously implanted in my head as I draw the pen across the page. Sort of like hearing a voice but its by-passed your ears and goes straight for the processing point.
Side note: Thankfully, the intuitive I saw in 2008 – Julie Lewin (www.julielewin.com) fixed the aching in my wrist during a session and haven’t had any problems with it since. Looking back I suspect my interactions were not with positive entities. Back then I had no idea about protection or even the implications of opening yourself up to the spirit world. Another reason why I recommend you explore the energetic world under the guidance of a more seasoned practitioner. You don’t know who’ll answer when you reach out. For me it was just a bit of fun at the time…but knowing what I know now….not smart. And also why I advise against the use of oiuja boards unless you know what you are doing. Again – you don’t know who will answer your call.
In my last year at high school another friend brought a deck of tarot cards to school. I was excited and interested as they were something I’d never really been exposed to. At lunch my friends and I were looking and playing with them. When it came to my turn to hold them, within seconds my hands began to hurt. I had to hand them back fairly fast as it was just too painful to hold them. I didn’t know much about them but they were clearly not meant for me at that time. But everyone else seemed to be able to handle them ok which I found odd.
I’ve since learnt I have more success with oracle cards.
Post high school
My invisible friend/ghost
In the late 90s I moved to Brisbane to continue my studies as my home town didn’t have many options for further education after high school at the time. I was living in a share house with some friends. I was lying on my bed, enjoying the afternoon breeze coming in through the window. As I lay there I felt someone put their hand in mine and hold it – gently. I opened my eyes to find nothing there but my hand was still being held by something. Funnily enough this didn’t bother me at all – I remember thinking “Fair enough…I’m holding hands with someone I can’t see…..interesting”.
Another time lazing about in bed half asleep I felt something on my chest. It was quite heavy and I found it hard to breath. I remember thinking “Do you mind not sitting on me” and then the heaviness went away.
From then on for many years I would have someone hold my hand whenever I asked if anyone was in the room with me. It was very comforting. And I started to refer to this being as ‘my dude’.
Every so often I’d see a disturbance in the atmosphere shaped like a man. I’ve tried to recreate it in the image you see below – there’s a change in the clarity of the object/things behind him. Can you spot him?
Occasionally he was even a bit foggy but this was rare. And that’s just how it went on for a few years.