I feel I have been annoyed by demons since childhood, but I am mentally I’ll, so…
My brother went through a Wiccan phase. I’m good with that. Blessed be. From my personal experience, it seems like it is the “least of these “, theological minorities, who are the superior moral agents.
When I was a teen and a young adult, I used to worry that something was wrong with my mind because I could visually see and audibly hear the dead, as well as physically feel their presence and see and hear them speaking to me in my mind. I knew that I was seeing the dead because some of the spirits I saw were those of people that I knew were dead. I had either attended their funeral myself, seen old photographs of the person and been told that they had been dead for years (such as the first human spirit I saw when I was six, which was the spirit of an elderly man), or seen their spirit shortly after they had died (as I did with my great-grandfather when I was twelve). I could also see through some people but not others, or there were spirits that looked like actual living people but would walk through a wall or a door. I didn't tell anyone that I knew about what I was seeing, hearing, or feeling, and to this day no one in my adoptive family knows. In fact, my husband is the first person I ever told, and I didn't tell him until after we had been married for a while.
Much to his credit as a loving and caring man and Christian, and much to my relief as his wife, he didn't freak out and tell me that I was delusional or accuse me of lying. He was concerned, however, that what I was experiencing was the result of the trauma and abuse I endured while growing up. He gently suggested that I see a therapist to determine whether my experiences were the result of trauma and years of abuse or if there was something else wrong with my mind. I reluctantly agreed to see one and scheduled an appointment. I was afraid of what the therapist would think of me, so I didn't tell her what I was experiencing at first, but I finally found the courage to tell her in our third counseling session. She, like me, was a devout Christian, but she was adamant that she didn't believe in ghosts or in anything else paranormal. I won't share specific details about my sessions with her, but she suggested that I see a psychiatrist with whom she worked and that I schedule an appointment. But, before I could schedule the appointment, something significant happened to my therapist, which altered not only her professional diagnosis of me but also her personal views on the paranormal. She told me that the experience with me changed her perspective on life. The following is the account of my first reading as a psychic medium that I posted in another thread.
To make a long story short...
I met her, her husband, and her mother-in-law at a nearby restaurant. We talked for a few minutes before we were seated, and they told me that her husband's father-in-law had died recently. I suspected this because there was a spirit, an elderly gentleman who resembled her husband, who was standing beside his mother. I remember feeling very anxious because he noticed that I could see him because I looked right at him and grimaced at the sight of him. He tried to speak to me, but I pretended not to hear him. He became agitated that I was ignoring him, so he became even more insistent about talking to me and swore that he wouldn't leave me alone until I spoke to his wife on his behalf. He wasn't kidding because he bothered me the entire time we were in the restaurant, even following me to the ladies' room and then following me outside when I left. My therapist was very concerned about my sudden anxious behavior, so she followed me outside. I started to pace back and forth on the sidewalk, and she thought I was mumbling to myself, but I was trying to tell this spirit to leave me alone. I finally stopped abruptly from pacing and said aloud, "Fine. I'll talk to your wife for you!" "What do you want me to say?" My therapist just stood there staring at me. I turned to her and asked her if she would ask her mother-in-law to come out and see me. She was hesitant at first, but I asked her to please trust me. She was reluctant, but she went back inside the restaurant, and a couple of minutes later she came back out with her mother-in-law and her husband. I looked at her mother-in-law and told her that she probably wouldn't believe me, but I had a message for her from her late husband. My therapist was irritated by what I said and tried to interrupt me, but her mother-in-law waved her off. I told her specific details about her late husband that I would not have known otherwise, such as when they first met, where they went on their first date, and memories of their family vacations when my therapist was a child. Needless to say, my therapist, her husband, and her mother-in-law all began to believe in psychic mediumship and the paranormal that night. My therapist never doubted me again, and she suggested that I didn't need an appointment with the psychiatrist because she changed her mind and decided that I didn’t need to see one. Despite these positive reactions, I continued to keep my abilities a secret for several years afterward because I was afraid of what other people would think of me. And that brings us to the end of the story.
For the record, I've seen three other therapists and one psychologist over the years who have all agreed that my mediumship is genuinely real, that I'm not delusional, and that I'm not suffering from a mental psychosis after I shared a special message from their deceased loved one with each of them. I shared personal information with them that I would never have known otherwise. Finally, I know that there are people who don't believe me and doubt that what I'm saying is true, but I've proven it time and time again, not just to myself but also to other people who were skeptical before they listened to me share a message with them from a deceased loved one and tell them personal information that I couldn't have possibly known otherwise. My mediumship is real.