Other Side Psychic: Family Ties

Krystal called my company,  Other Side Paranormal, looking for answers. She lived with her family, and children in a home built around the turn of the century in Ft. Pierce, Florida. Things had gotten out of control and she needed to know what was causing her young son to have nightmares and not sleep. I already knew. The moment she spoke to me, I knew. Well, that is my gift. I have the ability to see like that.

One week prior to me going to her house, I was visited by her deceased grandfather. He was so excited for me to come to the house and even wanted me to get rid of some of the people in the house. He was seriously agitated by them. I laughed thinking, it was probably his wife he wanted to get rid of. Remember, I am speaking with a dead man.

As I drove up, I told my tech guy and partner in the business,, “The grandfather is sitting on the porch.”

He looked and said, “I don’t see anything. Are you sure?”

“You don’t have to see to know he is there. Trust me, he is there. He is waiting on us. Now can you see him?

“No”, replied Joe.

“He has white hair, is somewhat thin, larger nose, glasses, sitting on the left of the table, nearest the door on the porch.”

Still a No came from Joe.

The homeowners met us outside and I was introduced to the little boy who couldn’t sleep. That child has a gift. I was staring at a really special child. He couldn’t sleep not only due to the spirits in the house but also because he has a gift like mine, only, perhaps, a spirit in him.

I asked Joe to get EVP’s on the porch. I stood there and had him ask if there any spirits present who would like to talk.

Our visit was  in broad daylight. It was the only time I could go  as my employment had me going away for about a month, that day.

Sure enough, we captured an evp of an elderly gentleman’s voice, saying, “Hey!” As if he had  been expecting us.v He had because he was the grandfather who had come to “visit” me one week prior. I think he liked visitors.

We moved around the house, coming to the kitchen.  I asked if any thing had moved on its own.  I explained that there was a lady present who was very matronly, and very adamant that “her kitchen” remain the same. I was told by Krystal that yes, they had experienced stuff moving, one instance really stuck out in their mind. The large silver kitchen salad fork moved from the table and flew across the room, for no apparent reason.  I smiled. I knew the reason. The older lady was standing there telling me. l

Very simple Krystal,”It was because her kitchen had changed from how she used to have it. She was in charge of her home, meaning the kitchen and took great pride in maintaining it , and that was how it was going to be. She didn’t like the fact that Krystal’s father was in there cooking and not Krystal or her mother. Basically cooks were women, not men.

In my description of the deceased lady, she had horn rimmed glasses, short tight curly blondish brown hair, a flower apron on. She was round and heavy set, with her height being around 5’2.   I explained to Krystal and her husband Stephen that this lady did not want things moved around and that she was the head of the house. Her husband was the money maker. Krystal never told me her grandmother had lived there as well. Well, she does sort of.

Later Krystal showed me a picture of whom she thinks I had described to her. It was indeed her Grandmother. The picture she sent to me was the spitting image of the woman I saw standing there beside us. They can now rest,  assured that it was their relative causing the commotion in the house and not the former owner.

Then we moved around to the back bedrooms. I needed to concentrate on where the little boy slept. Toys from various places gave a slight impression of having imprints on them but nothing very serious.

We thought maybe the dressers and the bookshelves but I didn’t pick anything up on them that had any significance. Suddenly, he appeared. He was rail thin, having died of kidney failure but with another major illness that took him. His hair was tied back into a pony tail, and he wore a black leather jacket or blackish jacket that was very thin and worn. He had the appearance of a Italian or Indian with dark eyes and dark skin.  I realized he was the father of the husband. He stayed with the baby because he loved him. He was his protector besides his mother Krystal. He mainly stayed in the baby’s room.

There was another couple that was living in the house as well. She had a gift. A new mother, her eyes were very widely set apart almost like Marty Feldman. She seemed sweet but I immediately knew this woman had a gift. A very powerful gift, similar to mine. I didn’t have the time to talk to her that day. Someday I hope to.

Outside the home, there was an evil entity that hid under the house. It would travel from under the house, to the baby’s room to the corner of the yard. back into the house. Hence, the reason for the Grandfather in the baby’s room. He was protecting the baby.

I also saw an elderly man who kept pacing back and forth in front of the shed/cottage behind the house. He looked like an auto mechanic and Stephen, Krystal’s husband did indeed confirm that he had found hundreds of car parts of all kinds in the shed. Probably coming from this man who had previously lived there before their family moved

Moving around to the side, there were two couches sitting outside. I got a horrible sick feeling looking at them, going near them and it turned out, it came from a home nearby when they moved in and it carried the imprints of drugs, prostitutes, and death. These two couches still had the person who died from a drug overdose sitting on it. I told Krystal and Stephen, “Get rid of them now, kick it two the curb.” They already knew and suspected the same thing.

What I found out, and initially suspected as to why they had all of this activity in the home was because they were practicing the art and rituals of Wicca. They were attracting them. However, let me preface this with, They were the good ones, not the ones who practiced the dark arts. Still, their activity has drawn spirits to the house while others followed them because they are part of the family.

Eventually they did a house cleansing and the activity ceased. I do know I love having my family around me. lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllddllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

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