Saturday, March 11, 2006 at 4:06 PM EST
When i was two and a half years of age my mother taught me to read. When i was three i learned to write. And, at the age of three is when i first began to take notice of my psychic powers. I didn’t exactly know what the abilities were i just knew whatever i saw, thought, or heard would end up happening not so long after.
I’d never spoke to anyone about it during that early age. What i was experiencing came natural as breathing. By the time i was seven i thought having visions, reading thoughts, and sensing things before they occurred was something that everybody had. I was very young, i didn’t know. But my mother knew about me. She told me all the time how gifted i was, she observed it in me early. I didn’t know what being gifted meant, though. My mother also has certain spiritual abilities.
I saw my first spirit at the age of three.
When i turned seven i was honored in the auditorium of my elementary school for being one of the most exceptional readers attending there. When i was ten i past tests that high school students couldn’t pass. My IQ was tested when i was fourteen and the results came out above average. And i have an outstanding comprehension. So anybody who would consider me crazy for the way that i think, feel, or behave about certain things would have to put a “handle on it”. They’d have to call me knowledgeably crazy!
In the year of 1982, my evil wicked great-grandmother took my mother and i to one of those Botanica stores. She had this Haitian man read my mother’s palm then had him dress up a candle for her to take home to burn. We didn’t live with my great-grandmother, we were visiting her in Manhattan at the time.
So when my mother brought the candle home to burn i had got a very bad feeling but i didn’t speak up about it. I was only seven. My mother would’ve listened to me. She never underestimated me because of my age. But that is one thing i regret and have hated about myself, sometimes not speaking up when i get the inkling that something is wrong. And, doing something when i knew better.
This has followed me to adulthood, however, i put a stop to it. It is said that some things are better left unsaid. I’ll say everything i feel should be said nowadays. I’ve always spoken my mind i just speak it a little more.
Anyway, after the candle burned for seven days negative things started to happen in our life. I noticed that something was trying to block me from succeeding in school, and when it couldn’t all of a sudden all of my classmates who use to like me turned against me. People harassed my mother in the streets trying to encourage her to have a nervous breakdown, then my teenage aunt got gang-raped.
My great-grandmother worked witchcraft on us to prevent us from succeeding in our life.
We struggled with “Brujeria” for a long while. My mother was and still is a very intelligent woman and so am i. My great-grandmother hates us for what we have and what we were able to achieve.
As i get older, my powers get even stronger.
Certain sick people see me as a threat so they joined in with my great-grandmother and one of my aunts to try to block my spiritual powers and to literally destroy me. I’m not going to get into all of the details as to what went on, however, i will let you know that Divine Spirit works in ways that are incredibly awesome!
Not everybody believes in witchcraft and not everybody believes in people having innate supernatural abilities and experiences.
They believe it is myth or mere delusion due to a mental illness.
I know the real deal.
I have a neighbor who’s mother was born with a veil and she inherited the power of seeing spirits. She’s eighty-six years of age now and has much experience with spiritual matters. She told my mother how people killed her sister by working witchcraft.
I feel sorry for the people who are in the dark about these things.