I feel I need to tell you something about me and my experiences so you know who I am and what I have lived through, so that I may be able to help you.
To my recollection, my first encounter with the spirit realm was when I was around seven years of age. (Although my mum would say it was much earlier then that). My sisters and I were at home. When I needed to go upstairs for something, maybe a toy or doll I cannot remember, I opened the stair door, looked up towards the top of the stairs and saw a man. He was standing just by my parents bedroom doorway. I remember he was extreemly tall as he was head and shoulders above the top of the door, he also had his hand on top of the door, as though he was resting it there. I could not make out any facial features, he was just a dark silhouette against the sunlight shining through the bedroom windows. It was a complete shock. I screamed, he vanished. I never saw him again after that.
I remember growing up seeing things move about on their own, stuff being moved from place to place with no-one touching them. I couldn't understand what was going on, so I never told anyone. I went through school life, seeing, but sensing more, about people and places. Seeing things that were there one minute, then gone the next. Seeing scenes from the past, then disappearing, like time-lapses you see from sci-fi movies. Only these were real. Sensing things about people around me and feeling overwhelmed by emotions that it all just wore me out completely.
I think, not telling anyone was a mistake because now I believe I may have got the help to understand what was happening to me. If I met with an experienced genuine clairvoyant, I think it would have helped me tremendously, I then could have made the decision whether I wanted to develop and control this ability or to shut it all down. But I chose not to say anything, believing I may have been going insane or at least thought by others to be 'that crazy kid'.
My age is now eighteen. I have left my parents home, married, and had the first of three children. We moved into our home, an old town house in the east end of London. And so it continues.
Unknown to us, this house is already 'occupied'. In the eight years there, we experienced, footsteps up and down the stairs, day and night, slaming doors, objects moving or disappearing never to be returned, an icy atmosphere, extreemly high electricity bills. On waking in the morning we found, the doors to the fridge/freezer opened, everything warm and thawed out, the cooker door open with the oven on full plus the four hobs switched on, the central heating on, (this we never used and was switched off at the meter). And all this happened on several occasions, not just the once. We moved home, not because of the previous occupant, but because our financial circumstances improved and we could afford a better place to live.
We sold up and brought a brand new place in Chelmsford away from the noise and pollution of London.
For four years it was peaceful. No activity at all, completely quiet. Then our marriage collapsed and we divorced. We sold up and we became I and three children.
We moved into a flat, the other side of Chelmsford where we stayed for five years. There was some activity, the occasional footsteps, a shadow through the door crack, things disappearing again, but nothing really to get too concerned about. Then we moved again.
Into a house around fifty years old. The activity began just a few weeks after we moved in. There were the odd smells, things going missing, voices and apparitions. I saw, only once, a child dressed all in green. She must have been about six or eight years old. She was only there briefly, and she did not look like a ghost. She looked like me and you. Solid and normal. She never spoke and has never returned. More apparitions came, in fact, plenty. I am sure the spirits used my home as a high street. Sometimes there were several in just an hour! I did wonder if our house was built on an old footpath. Then there was the whispering. Like hundreds whispering all at the same time. I couldn't understand a single word it was all so jumbled up. I have been visited by animal spirits aswell. Mainly dogs.
My life now, (I am in my early fifties), has become very quiet and organised. Not my physical living everyday life, that is still chaos and untidy, but my spiritual life has changed. I met and married a wonderful man, and when I explained everything to him, he was understanding. I realised I needed to do something about it so I chose to develop it, my ability, sixth sense, gift, whatever you want to call it, mainly to help spirits in their realm but also to help us, the living. People say it is the living that has to put up with the dead returning, or is it the other way around? When we die, we live on in another form, spirit. When our different realms collide, communication is possible. Or are we able to join our two realms together when we want to communicate? I think maybe the two realms are together all the time, they are here all the time and we are there all the time. Its just a matter of changing how we view things, how we look at things, and maybe, just being quiet for a while, we can hear them.
Can you listen to the silence?
What do you hear?
Peace and Love. Maxine.
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