Today I’d like to post another submission by Jackie who wrote to me before and asked advice about feeling other people’s pain about two months ago. Today, Jackie continues to tell her story and once again asks for advice. Please write in comments your advices if you believe you can help her. My advice is after her letter. Here’s what Jackie wrote:
I wrote about my ability to feel heat from gliding my hands over a persons body. I know the heat is really pain. I can feel the size and intensity of the pain. My search for knowledge is what if anything is next. Will healing be next?
When I joined this blog I didn’t have much confidence in myself or if I was gifted. I felt like I was at a threshold peeking through a door. After reading this blog daily I’ve now entered a door and now in mid-life know that I am truly gifted.
You see, many memories are coming back to me from childhood. I’ve always just been this way and it’s never been a big deal.
The most recent memories are the tools that helped me enter the door. I grew up thinking that all kids knew who was calling when the phone rang. This is before caller ID!
When the phone rang my mother would say, “jackie, who’s calling, is it a bill collector? (at age 9, my father passed and times were rough) I thought all kids did that.
Both my father and my grand-father worked for the railroad and both were engineers. The chicken farm was a business that perhaps was started because we had a great deal of acreage.
Recently like a flash a memory came back to me. I could almost hear my mother stating for the first time, “yes, Jackie, we all know you can understand and a talk with the animals, but don’t ever tell anyone.” We had not only chickens but a small variety of barn yard animals.
We did have a wild bob-cat. I was the only person that could feed it because no one else could get close enough without being clawed. The bob-cat clawed my brothers arms so badly that blood was dripping every where.
I must have been 7 or 8 years old and only recently remembered my gift with animals. I still find that a little hard to believe but my life events are starting to fall into place now.
Again around the age of 9-10 every time my mother and I went to Sunday mass I fainted. I was always carried out to an ambulance and off to the hospital I went. I thought most kids passed out in church. The priest finally told my mother that God will understand if I don’t attend mass. Being a kid I was thrilled!
I had many brain waves. I hated them because my flaming long red hair would have glue left on it after each brain wave. It hurt so much when it was time to get combed out. Doctors of all kinds did many exams. I had physical exams tests, and even spoke with psychiatrists. No one knew the cause of fainting in church.
Can you believe that now, middle of my life it’s coming back to me? My mother stressed many times for me not to tell anyone about events I knew would happen. I cried one day because I knew she was going to be in a car accident. She was and she had a minor injury but again I was told not to tell anyone that I knew it was going to happen.
Anyone gone through anything like this?
I have memories flood my brain at times yet I can still shut them out because at times all of the information that seems to be coming to me is a bit much. My life is in turmoil right now so I feel I can’t handle a great deal.
any advice??? please??