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Hello, my name is Natasha Elisha Chamberlin (nee Abrams) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Natasha's Psychic Story Hi, I would like to share my psychic story with you. Many people are unsure whether psychics are genuine or fakes. The truth is that there are a lot of fake psychics out there who are only after your money but there are also a lot of genuine psychics who do want what is best for you and to help you. It is hard to see who the genuine ones are and who the fakes are as there are so many fakes out there. Here is my psychic story. I hope you will find it inspiring and helpful. Before you read my story I would like to make it clear that my psychic ability is NOT a superpower as most people think, but a gift which we all have deep within us. With some of us our psychic ability is more heightened than others. We all have this gift and everyone can learn to bring their special gift out and use it for good. I have been psychic for as long as I can remember, it all started when I was only two years old. I find I have an amazing memory where I can remember things from 2 years old onwards. As from the age of two I began to see, feel and hear strange things, things which two year olds should not. My mom put it down to an over imagination. As I got older I saw more and more things and my mother began to worry about me. At the age of four I had a little girl following me around. She was the same age as myself and had beautiful long blond hair. Her name was Julie. She was so real to me that I insisted that my mother set a place for her at the dining room table. My mother thought she was an imaginary friend, but then Julie and I became such good friends that she started talking to me about things which a four year old should not know about. My mother got so worried about this new found imaginary friend of mine that she forced me to stop being friends with her and to move on. I would see horrible things such as my toys being moved about in my bedroom and people whom only I could see talking to me. When I was seven years of age I sat outside on the porch with our pet dog who was very ill, he had tick bite fever. It was a crisp night and the moon shone brightly. I can remember it as though it was yesterday, I began to pray for our beloved pet and asked the Lord to watch over him and make him well. I also asked for a sign that he would be okay. Just then I heard a soft woman’s voice call out my name. I glanced up and to my surprise I saw a beautiful lady with a long dress to her ankles (it was almost like a robe of some sort) on. She had long hair down her back. She appeared as misty, dim but glowing, monochrome figure but I could clearly make out every feature of her. It is really hard to explain what I mean. I knew at once that she was an angel. She did not have wings like in the story books but I knew that she meant me no harm. Behind her was an open door all in the exact same light as she was and again I could make out each feature of the door. She called out my name several more times and I can clearly remember being amazed that she knew what my name was. She then held her hand out towards the large door and asked me to follow her. Reality suddenly hit me and I realized that there was an angel standing before me. I do not know why I did what I did next but I leaped to my feet and ran as fast as I could towards the house. Suddenly I stopped, looked back to where she was standing but she had gone she had just vanished into thin air. I ran into the house and told my mother about what I had just witnessed and that I believed that our dog was dying and the angel was preparing me for what was about to happen. I said that our dog would be happy and would be looked after by God and all the angels. My mother sent me to my room and told me to stop talking such rubbish. The next morning I was a woken by my mother. She held me close and told me that our pet dog had passed away in the night; she said that he was not suffering any more. I looked up at her and sobbed my heart out, but although I was very upset and sad about our dog passing away, I felt happy as I knew he had gone to a better place as was being taken care off. It was then that I realized that I was able to feel and know when an animal was ill or going to die. I found that I wanted to heal and cure everyone, animals and people a like. I did do it too, if my pets or friends were ill or had hurt themselves they would come to me and I would heal them. I would tell my mother if one of our pets was ill or going to die,days before they even showed any symptoms. I was always right. This annoyed my mother and she soon stopped what I was doing. Saying I was taking things too far and being silly. So I stopped doing the healing and to this day I have not done it. I often wonder if I can still do it. When I was eight years old I was being haunted by a horrible spirit with large horns and a twisted up face it left me with nightmares for years. I fought it off in the end with prayer as I was brought up in a Christian home and to this day I am a strong Christian. My friends and I once visited this old house where people had moved out of it. It was empty and being children we wanted to explore and be nosy. As soon as I stepped a foot into that house I had horrible visions come to me. My friend was also psychic and she sensed the same thing she asked if I had the horrid feeling in the house too. We climbed up a tall pear tree and dug into its delicious fruits. All of a sudden I looked down at the pear in my hand and screamed. Large white maggots riddled the once fresh and clean fruit and I puked up. My friend looked at me in disbelief and asked if I was okay. I asked if she could see the maggots and she said no. I then heard crying and yelling coming from the house. I glance up at the house and to my horror saw that in the large french doors was a woman with long black hair screaming and pounding at the glass. Next thing a thin tall man walled up to her and began to stab her in the back. Blood poured out all over and there suddenly came a loud bang sound and the man fell to the floor. I leapt to my feet and ran as fast as I could back to my own home. I told my mother and my father everything that had happened and they became very angry with me telling me that this nonsense has to stop and that I was not only scaring myself but also my brother and sister. My father dragged me back to the house and made me go through each room. He showed me that there was nothing there. It was only years later when I was in my teens that my mother confessed to me that there was a married couple who lived in that house and something had happened there. The husband stabbed his wife to death before shooting himself in the head. This had happened months before my friend and I had visited the empty house. She said that it was years before anyone else lived in that house again. By the age of eleven I had seen many different spirits and was having the most awful dreams. We had moved into a new house and I hated it there as the house was riddled with lost and unhappy souls. I was up all night crying which made me want to sleep the day away. My mother became so worried about me that she sent me to see a councilor. I had a terrible childhood and my mother feared that it was because of my childhood that I was turning out as I was. I did not know what was happening to me and felt that I was cursed and going mad in the head. It was a terrifying feeling and depression began to sink in as I felt so out of control. Despite all of the various councilors’ efforts the dreams, visions and spirits still haunted me. Only I did not know that they were spirits at the time. I would dream of plane crashes, the dreams were so vivid that I could clearly see every detail of the plane, crash, it's passengers and I would feel the fear they experienced and there injuries. Most of the times my dreams seemed so real that I would be confused as to whether they had really happened or if it was only a dream. I would dream of natural disasters, murderers, floods and famine, bibles burning , Satan and God at war with each other, sinking ships and other horrid things. I also had spirits come to me in my dreams and talk to me passing on messages for me to tell people. When I was fifteen years old I was a total mess, I would sleep at night in the same bed as my mother with the bedroom light turned on and holding her hand. I would wake for hours on end screaming as though I was being murdered and my mother would have to hold me tight to calm me down. When I was thirteen my father had passed away and I always hoped he would visit me. I prayed each night to see my father and I wrote notes to him which I left next to my bed. Back to when I was fifteen, I was a sleeping next to my mother with the light on and holding her hand when I was a woken by the feeling of being watched. I glanced up towards the window and my heart stopped as in front of me was a slim man whose face looked very familiar. He smiled at me and placed his hand on the window pane, as though he wanted to come in. I woke up my mother and asked her if she too could see the man standing in the window. She said no and told me to go back to sleep as I was probably dreaming. About ten minutes later I had the same feeling of being watched, I opened my eyes and that same man was kneeling down beside me. He had his arms crossed leaning on the bed and his head rested on his arms, he was watching me sleep. When I look at him he smiled down kindly at me and just watched me. I sat up with a jerk and screamed out loud waking my mother for the second time that night. I told her what had happened and she said she was taking me to another councilor; this would be the third councilor in two years. About a month later my mother and I were looking through some old photographs which were stored away and I came across a photo of a young man in his early twenties. I recognized him straight away as being the man who had visited me that night. I asked my mother who the man in the picture was and she said it was my father when he was in his twenties. She was in disbelief when I told that he was my mysterious night time visitor and said that I must have seen the picture before and just remembered it. I knew that I had never seen that picture before. That it was my father visiting me to say he was okay and keeping well. One night when I was eighteen years of age, I lay fast a sleep in my bed when I began to have this dream. In my dream I was asleep in bed when I was a woken (in my dream) by a dark figure in a hooded cape standing over me. The dark figure was not human but a demon or spirit of some sort. His hands were all scaly and boney and looked discolored and bird claw like, I could not see is face but I could see his eyes and they were a deep glowing red color. I tried to scream but nothing would come out it was as though someone had stolen my voice. My body felt paralyzed and glued to my bed. I somehow managed to turn my head round and I glanced at my bed side clock but it was not working as there was a power cut so I was unable to see the time. I then said it is one o’clock in the morning and I felt confused as to how I knew what the time was if there was no power and the clock was not working. The dark figure leant over me over me and its breath stunk as though something had died in his mouth and was rotting there for months. I felt sick in the pit of my stomach and still I was unable to speak or move. The figure then grabbed hold of my stomach and dug it's long claw like nails into me, I was pregnant at the time with my daughter and I feared it would kill my unborn child. I tried with all my might to force the creature off of me but I failed. I had always slept with a bible next to my bed, I reached for the bible and managed to grip my hands around it but it suddenly went up into flames and I dropped it to the floor, just then I woke up feeling frightened and out of breath. The scary thing was that when I a woke there really was a power cut and my bible was laying on the floor next to my bed, thankfully not burned and the time on my wrist watch said 1.05 am. I had a bad stomach ache and the next morning I found that I had bruises and scrapes all over my stomach. I have seen that dark figure many times in my dreams and when I have been awake. He haunted me for 2 and half years. One night my ex husband and I were making love when I suddenly felt that we were not alone in the room. I looked up and to my horror saw the creature standing at our bed side watching us. I grabbed my husband’s arm and pointed to where the thing stood. He nearly jumped out of his skin and swore blue murder as he too saw it. One day a friend of mine told me that he had been seeing a dark bird like man who looked like the reaper. He said that a number of his friends had seen it too. What was this thing haunting everyone? The time of the haunting was just before Zimbabwe (where I lived) was going downhill and into war. I then met a lady who a friend of mine introduced me too. She was psychic and told me a prayer to help ward off evil spirits, the pray goes like this: I plead the blood covenant of Jesus over myself, my family and all those close to my heart; I ask in the name of Jesus Christ that you allow your angels to watch over us, this room, this house and everyone. I thank Thee for by your grace we are here today. Amen. I said this pray each time I saw the creature and then I left Zimbabwe and moved to England, as things got really bad to live there. It was then that the horrid creature stopped visiting me and thankfully I have not seen it since. Only years later I watched the film The Mothman Prophecies and realized straight away the the dark figure which had haunted me and so many others in Zimbabwe was actually the mothman. The woman who shared the prayer with me also told me that I was psychic and explained everything to me. For the first time in my life I felt that I was not going crazy and that I knew what I had (and still am experiencing) was due to the fact that I was psychic. One night I was asleep in my bed when I suddenly awoke, feeling as if I was being watched. I could feel a heavy pressure at the end of my bed by my feet. I looked up and there was a boy aged about eighteen, same as myself at the time. He was very handsome and was wearing a red swim suit and had thick curly blond locks. I did not feel frightened of him and we spoke for what felt like hours. He said that he had drowned in our pool many years ago. I felt as though I had known him all my life. When I was 23 years of age we had moved into a new house and one night I lay in bed when I kept hearing a male voice call out my name. I would wake and look around the room and there would be no one there. Then I would look at my bedside clock and the time would be 1.03am. This happened in the exact same time and way for over a month and it got to the point where I was too scared to go to sleep at night, and each time I would also wake up with a terrible pain in my chest as though I were having a heart attack. Then, on another night I lay in bed watching telly, when my daughter walked into the room with her head down and staring at the ground. She was 3 or 4 years of age at the time. I looked up at her and asked her why she was out of bed and if there was anything wrong. She then looked up at me and I screamed so loud that my brother rushed into the room and asked me what the matter was. I screamed out, "Look at Mo's face, look at it." My brother laughed out loud and said, "Tash what do you mean, Mo is in her bed, fast asleep." It was then that I realized that the little girl whom I could see but my brother could not was not Mo, but a spirit girl. She was covered in a mold like substance and you could see that she had drowned, as she was dripping from head to feet in water. Her hair was pinned to the side of her face and her body. Her eyes were pale and lifeless, her lips were blue and she looked frail. It was a terrifying experience for me. When I was 20 years of age I decided to give doing readings for people a try. At first I did readings only for friends and family and they were amazed at how accurate I was and 9 out of 10 times they would come to me at a later date and say that what I had said has come true. The urged me to do more readings and to try doing them on other people too. I did not then feel confident enough and so it was not until I was about 24 or 25 years old before I did start doing free readings for people who I had just met. Again, 9 out of 10 times I was right about my predictions. In this one house which we lived there was a mischievous spirit who would slam the cupboard doors, send items flying across the room, make the bed move and shake furiously and turn the lights on and off constantly. It would also poke me in the back and pull my hair. No one could see it or feel it but myself. One night my step sister and I sat chatting on my bed and the time was three in the morning. This particular mischievous spirit decided it was going to have a little bit of fun and it began causing havoc. My stepsister was terrified and cryed inconsolably as the spirit pulled her hair and swung the cupboards to and fro. I had enough and what I did next I will never know where I got the strength from. I grabbed hold of my bible and opened it. I did not know why but I just opened the bible and was instantly drawn to a verse. I did not know if the verse was the right one to read or not but I read it and then said the Lord’s prayer. I told the spirit to leave the house and to follow the light. By now the bed was shaking furiously and the legs even came off the floor. The lights were flickering and tuning on and off and the cupboard doors flung back and fourth. Donna, my stepsister was sobbing her heart out and clung to me tightly she was twelve years old at the time and I was 20 years old. After asking the spirit to leave this house and to follow the light everything went still and silent. The lights stopped flicking on and off the bed and cupboard doors were still. From that day on I have never seen that spirit again. I feel he did leave the house and followed the light to finally rest in peace. One night my mother and I sat up late and we had a few drinks and a good old mother and daughter chat. She told me a secret which she had been hiding for years. The secret was that her mother, her sister and herself are all psychic. She said she knew what was happening to me but never said anything to me about me being psychic, as she was scared and did not want to believe that I was. I asked her why she was so afraid of being psychic and it all came out that her mother had seen her husband’s (my grandfather’s) death the day before it had happened. My mother also said she saw her own mother’s death on the day that it had happened. This scared her so much that she had blanked out being psychic and refused to accept the fact that I was. Everything was suddenly all clear to me now and I am not angry at my mother for not telling me as I understand why she did as she did. My biggest dream and passion in life is to help others and to some day be a professional medium, as I believe that I was given my special gift to help others. Please do not let my psychic story scare you. It sounds scary, yes, but it was because I did not know or understand what I was going through. Now that I do understand, I realize that the spirits and dreams I have are not there to hurt me, but only a cry from the other side for someone to listen and give messages to their loved ones. It is a precious gift, which if used in the right way can help people who are alive, as well as those in the spirit world. I would love to learn to develop my psychic ability to it's full potential but the courses cost so much and my husband and I are struggling as it is to make ends meet. I know I have a long road ahead of me before I can fully develop my psychic ability but, when I do, I know it will be so worth it as I will be able to reach out to so many and help to make a difference in their lives. That is the biggest joy and happiness for me - to make others happy. I have so many more things to tell you of what I have seen, heard and felt that if I had to go on I would be here forever. So I will leave my story here with you. I hope it has helped you in someway and opened up your eyes to what is out there. Also, I hope it helps you see that not all psychics are fakes or evil, as some people think. It is a special gift that should be respected, nurtured and treasured for life.
