My First Experience

   When I was very young indeed, like my siblings before me, I met what was to be my first entity. We all were moved from the nursery room to the big kid room after potty training which was just across the hallway from the upstairs bathroom.
    The bed would always end up situated in the center of the room with the head of it against the wall; in this position when you rolled over you are facing the door of the bathroom directly. It just so happened this would line you up facing North; this is important because during a seance' the north end of the table would be left open. It was believed that this was a direction that made it easier for spirits to pass through the veil to where the living dwell.
     Shortly after taking occupancy while lying in bed facing the door, I began to see this darkness, a nothingness as if there were now less illumination there then previously emitted at a glance. At first thought, perhaps my sleepiness plays tricks with my eyes, but this happened the next night and the night after that. This thing invaded the space in the bathroom growing larger and more defined; as it did, my fear of it magnified with each glimmer of light it devoured with its ever pressing presence.
    Night after night it came revealing just a little more of its frightening exterior. Finally it fully manifested into what appeared to be a man goat atop; that lengthened into infinity with its ability to remove the illumination until it was darker then the shadows it lingers in. No good is what it is, this thing has come to thrive upon the fear it instills as it feeds upon the fear it creates.
     Having my grandmother to ask, I inquired as to what I could do. She said to me with great conviction that In our family we posses an ability I like to call " the gift" ; with this gift comes great responsibility for it allows you to hear, see, and communicate with the spirits of those who have gone on before us. This which you experience is a temptation, one that leads your spiritual soul down a darkened path with as much nothingness as seen when it appears to me.  It will remain unless I am strong and have faith that this is what is meant to be.
    It took me several nights before I had worked up my nerve to actually have a face off with this evil like entity that has come to suck the innocence from me. To overcome me and put out my light so that I would do its bidding in this world. Out from under the covers I came veraciously pulling them off my head; praying ,saying the power of God compels you to leave; my faith is my shield protecting me from your evil. It did not leave the first prayer but it left when it realized I would only serve prayer.

Spiritual Conundrum

    Recently I found myself contemplating my soul's future. Began to ask if when upon my death I have bought a one way ticket to Hell by being clairvoyant. It is not as if I had a choice about having this ability, being born with it. 
   The thought of going to hell infuses my imagination with imagery of tortured souls in flames that can never repent for the sin or sins that got them there. Like many, heaven gives me stereotypical images of everyone on clouds, clad in white toga like garments.  Smiling ever so pleasantly like the Mona Lisa welcoming you to the warming golden glow of the welcoming arms of Jesus.
    In these images many of us carry from childhood, do they set the stage in our minds for the afterlife? Since we surmise spirits to relate to thoughts and feelings developed by the residue of living life, these must have been snippets of life that have imprinted upon a soul to inspire that soul to remain or return. More importantly, spirits generally are not found haunting in a lake of fire nor shrouded in golden light upon a fluffy cloud.
     Spirit entities that are still with us carry many of these same thoughts; as if some have the fear of God in them.  In this instance it becomes more irony than conundrum in that some spirits will not communicate with you unless you pray and convince them you believe in God. They know the living are like the runners for the Olympics that carries the torch around the world, the living are the embodiment of the light of God. Spirits know we are the way to leave where they dwell now so they linger to find their way. 
    Sometimes I get confirmation from those I had given readings to that what message came to me was accurate.  It is fulfilling with great joy when my gift has given someone happiness or helped a spirit pass from this place into the light. 
    For some, handling the responsibility of being able to read is one a clairvoyant has to take into consideration every time you read for someone. we clairvoyants get a bad reputation, this is due to those that charge exorbitant amounts of money for things that are a scam. These are not clairvoyants but more charlatans that are in it for money to take advantage of those who believe.