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I was always curious and extremely skeptical of all things not scientifically proven. I considered myself a sincere, outspoken, and sometimes practically militant, atheist. But since I enjoyed ghost stories, when my mother suggested that I read a book by a psychic she'd met at a party, I picked the book up. Everything this woman had to say made perfect sense to me. It explained absolutely every mystery I could think of. Souls and spirit guides and ghosts and psychics, the whole thing. So I read all of her books and eventually discovered that she teaches classes in my area. I figured it was intriguing, but...enh.
Then my younger brother was hit by a car, hung on in a coma for two weeks, and died. As a completely non-religious person, I had absolutely no beliefs of the afterlife to fall back on for comfort. The day after he died, I was thinking about how hard all of this was, and how alone he must be, wherever it is that he went. I heard a voice say "he's ok, it's just US who have to deal with this pain". It wasn't a real voice, but something in my mind, and it was clearly not one of my own thoughts (and no I'm not schizo). I was amazingly instantly comforted, and I was suddenly able to begin to accept his death. I don't know why, since I'd been hysterically miserable for 24 hours.
I began to ponder the thought that there could actually be something after this world. So I looked into taking a class from the psychic who wrote about the afterlife. Four months later, the day before my brother's birthday, I started psychic class.
Long story short, the things my psychic teacher taught me over the next 15 weeks, and the things I myself have been able to do, have turned me into a true believer in psychic abilities and in a world beyond the one we know.
anyhow, that's my 2 cents.
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