Kala Ambrose - The awakened psychic: what you need to know to develop your psychic abilities

Introduction

I dont remember when I first heard the term psychic. In my world, the concept had always been referred to by different names. I grew up in Louisiana, where people who had this ability were referred to as those who had the sight, had the gift, knew things, or walked with spirit.

My parents realized early on that I had psychic ability. It wasnt a surprise to them, as others in my family, including my grandfather and my great-grandmother, had similar gifts. My great-grandmother supported her family reading tea leaves and tarot cards , and my mother also had psychic abilities. Over time Ive seen that almost everyone in my family is intuitive in one form or another.

Many times Ive referred to myself as a reluctant medium. Since childhood I have been able to see spirits, and they love to interact with me. The first time I saw my great-grandmother in spirit, she appeared in my bedroom and chatted with me one evening after my grandfather had died. I dont remember my exact age, but I would say I was around eleven or twelve years old. She appeared one evening while I was in bed reading and sat on the edge of my bed. Looking up over my book, I took her inher dress, shoes, hair, and unique sense of style. As my eyes met hers, she hopped up from the bed and began to pace back and forth in my room.

I dont know if I should be here, she said. Your grandfather is against me visiting you.

Why would Papa not want you to visit me? I inquired.

My grandfather had recently passed away, and he was a very intuitive person who used his abilities to help people in his own way.

The night he died I woke from my dreams, sensing he was in mortal danger and was about to die. I could feel his stress and loved him so much.

At that very stressful moment in my childhood, I asked God and the angels to spare his life and to take my life instead in trade. In what I conceived to be a spiritual and sacrificial request, I prepared for God to come take my life so that my grandfather would live. I waited and waited. After a few minutes of nothing happening, I took a deep breath and could feel my grandfathers energy diminishing as his life force grew weaker.

I began to cough, choking on what felt like phlegm in my lungs. As I struggled to clear my throat, I realized I was feeling what my grandfather was going through. I didnt know the terminology that explained that I was an empath, but I was already very familiar with feeling other peoples suffering, both physically and emotionally.

I jumped off my bed and ran into my parents bedroom, waking them both. I was screaming, Save himsave Papa! Hes dying! My parents both sat up, and my mother pulled me onto the bed.

She said, Honey, you must have overheard our conversation earlier. We didnt tell you; Papa is in the hospital, but its nothing to worry about. He had a very minor surgery and is fully recovered. We are going in the morning to bring him home from the hospital.

No, I cried. Hes not okay. Hes chokinghes dying. I asked God to take my life instead, but he wont take my life. I begged him and the angels to take me, but they wont take me. Hes dying. Help him.

I began to cry hysterically, and as my mother attempted to comfort me, the phone rang. My father picked up the phone, and after a moment, he looked over at my mother. He was very calm during the conversation, even after he hung up the phone.

He told my mother that he would be right back. Taking my hand, he brought me back to my bed, tucked me in, and told me that he would take care of everything. He asked me to get some sleep and said he would come get me in the morning.

The next sound I remember hearing is my mother sobbing from her room. My father had given her the news he received from that phone call. My beloved grandfather passed away, just as I said. He died suddenly and unexpectedly from an undetected blood clot that burst and filled his lungs with blood. He choked to death on the blood, which I had experienced empathically with my own choking.