Did you always know you had abilities? Nope I was very confused

When did it all begin? Good question, I have no idea. I could give you some crazy story about I knew when I was baby inside my crib I’d watch all the pretty lights dash around the room. I don’t remember when I was a baby not in the least. I barely have fuzzy memories of around maybe age 3 and I have no major spirit related profound memories. I did have an imaginary friend I only barely recall with a fuzzy memory talking to this friend. I have zero recollection of anything about my friend. When I think back to this fuzzy memory I see like no one there even though I do know at the time I very much was interacting with someone.

I recall always feeling like I was never in the room alone even when I was little. I felt like people were with me and I’d even talk to the impression of people and not the visual sight of them. I would get uncomfortable and overwhelmed at times and not understand why, total energy overload. You should probably know that with good energy there is a flip side of that with not so great feeling energy. It is very hard to process what is even happening if you’re new to experiences and especially for sensitive children. We are taught our numbers, letters, and colors, but there is no protocol for teach your sensitive children about the ghost in the room and how to deal with energies. Dealing with not just the energy of passed people but living people as well.

Energies exist in animals, plants, and really all of creation. It can be utter chaos in a room filled with people in various states of being. A room full of a smorgasbord of emotions and temperaments are totally overwhelming. There are techniques to help deal with these situations, but I assure you my 5 year old self had no knowledge of these I just wanted to remove myself from the crowd. I was very outdoorsy in part because it’s a lot of fun and also it’s not like a bottled ball of energy, there is wide open space and room to breathe. I always assumed that animals were conscious and aware having thoughts, feelings, and lives like us humans. I found it very strange that other people did not share this thought and opinion. I felt this was just like an obvious well-known thing. I will say one of my brothers did share in this notion because I distinctly remember attending the funeral he held for an earthworm.

This afternoon I was reminded of the life and awareness of all living things when I was pan frying french fries and I could hear tiny little potato screams coming from the searing heat of my pan. No I’m not saying at present that my shoe string fries were alive and I was killing them in hot oil, but I am saying there was a plant briefly filled with life and purpose that produced those potatoes. There was life in every inch of the soil that the plant grew in to produce the potato. The soil was watered by the rain that came from a sky full of life and so on and so forth. Everything is connected, I’d say if you drew a line from connection to connection there would be such a thick intricate web you couldn’t see beyond it. Kind of like the spirit veil for some of you.

We as human beings feel so completely alone at different times in our lives, but we seldom are alone. I think if we could see at any given moment the world around us without the filters that you would see you’re standing amongst a crowd. As if you’re center stage at an amphitheater. Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the showing of Izzy’s crazy life. Tune in for another episode called She Still Hasn’t Learned That Lesson Yet. Followed by another episode of Is she doing that again? Grab a cloud beer and some etheric popcorn as we watch and gasp as if we didn’t see that coming. Also enjoy the endless laughter of her misunderstanding what her guides actually meant and doing the exact opposite. I’m just as helpless as everyone else a character in the game of life just trying to live it to the best of my ability.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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