I feel something invisible, but I randomly have a rush of this intense and focused energy. If I concentrate on it, I can sense a depth of intuition that brings either colors, images, premonition type things and it’s scary because I feel like I’m going to lose this one day because I hide it so often. I try and manipulate people into how to change the outcome from negative to a positive without telling them I accidentally invaded their energy. I pick it up most often in large crowds and it becomes overwhelming almost. I mean, I know I shouldn’t be ashamed of it from the perspective of the people who are like me, but most of you are females because you have higher more perceptive and intuitive senses. I guess I picked it up from being thrown into the care of the women of my family when my father was on one of his benders and my mom was protecting me and my siblings. They mainly would stay playing outside with the other cousins and stuff, but I felt everything from them, if they were in love, if they were angry, if they were depressed, if they were going to come close to death, or if they were going to have a major event about to happen. It was like their energy told me it could sense something going to happen, if something was happening that they were holding in, and sometimes got too much for me so I hid in my room or stayed inside and stuck with the women who raised me. And I didn’t really understand how to focus on that energy and reach out with mine and grasp it like a newspaper or a book, and see images of it until later when I met my step mother and she introduced me to paganism. She considered herself a witch, but she didn’t practice much other than when she was trying to get revenge and that kind of threw me off, but also I wanted to learn what I could with what I had and I did. I hate to admit, but everyone has a situation they would like to make speed karma up a bit for a weight to lift off of them. I had a psycho threatening my life, threatening to r*** me, threatening my family, sending me pictures of their cars in their driveway, my car in mine, videos of him with knives and stuff with no face so I couldn’t turn it into the police because there was no proof it was him.. So I had to do something, and I did many times and each time with such specific intention that the outcome was, he slipped up and gave information that it was him so I could turn him in and he got arrested and put in jail three times. The time he was in there, I moved and changed my number but still, he got out and would manipulate my friends getting the info from them using fake accounts saying he needed to get my address because he was family or something and they didn’t know, I never explained the stalker to them, it was embarrassing but f*** if he wouldn’t pull up and say he was going to run his car through the front door and kill whoever he saw. So I took action again, and I began using some very old spirits to help me make his life a living hell and I literally asked them to make him want to end his life because he was stalking my 14 year old cousin, saying he was going to r*** and kill him if I didn’t let him f*** me. And I’m not even gay. I just ordered food from an app and a f****** psychopath was the driver. He instantly was acting creepy asking me if I wanted to see him again. Mentally fucked up signs, and even after saying i wasn’t gay, he insisted on coming back to my job where I ordered the food to, daily for the next few weeks until I banned him from the property. So then he followed me around town when I got off and would figure out where I was on a daily basis and had my scheduling down. He made his move and tried to run me off the road a few times, luckily I got it on video, but the officer I spoke to and showed the video to said that I was also dangerously driving videoing him instead of calling 911, but an officer I had called previously about him pulling up on my at a restaurant I was walking out of and he told me he was going to f****** r*** me, and then he hit the side of my car with his, and when I was telling her this, she said it was just an accusation and I needed proof of him doing these things. So I did and still got told I could have gotten tickets from videoing while driving. The f****** police here are trash and it took me getting pretty much an entire rap sheet of texts, videos and sort them out with anything in them that had information I could use to verify who it was, and luckily he had sent one pic with paperwork of court and it had his name on it. Stupid f***. And he was threatening me because I put a warrant out for his arrest. And then they got him after a few days, they caught him in a gas station and he also got fired when the other cashier told his boss that he only got the job because it down the road from his “boyfriend” and he gave my name. So he had been telling everyone I was his boyfriend, and I had this rage inside of me because this psycho fat f*** covered in pimples and just f****** disgusting looking like his body was reaping the energy he had been putting out.. This man was f****** hideous. They even called to tell me that they got him. I was so f****** relieved. For a few months until he got out and got smarter. Any new friend requests, I just ignore unless I met them in person and told them to add me right then and there. No more fake accounts, no more contact with that psycho fat pig f***. I was done. I changed. But anyway, whole point of this.. I could read his energy and felt sorry for him because I knew he had been through some s***, but to act against me so harmfully, I did not f*** around and play his games. I made a whole new one, and he constantly has these “detours” I like to call them, so he can’t even f****** make it into my life anymore. It’s not always bad to be into the craft. It can be freeing. It can be beautiful. It can be peaceful. But sometimes, like my step mother taught me.. It can also be a weapon. 😉