In my previous story, I told about my mom's most memorable experience with spirits. Since that incident in Italy, my parents moved to Brazil, and my mom converted to spiritualism. For that reason, I grew up visiting spiritualist communities and doing charity work with them, studying the phenomena, and participating in séances.
My mother became an important medium in her community, and used her gift to help people that were being harassed by malevolent spirits or others that had trouble dealing with their gifts. She delivered messages to those that needed them, and tried to teach about the importance of love and charity to those that weren't born with a connection to what lies beyond this life.
I wasn't born psychic. I can only sense shifts in a room's "energy", and I am very sensitive to other people's moods. I sometimes had uncharacteristic mood swings which my mom always associated to an undeveloped sensitivity, and to the fact that I never tried to learn how to deal with spiritual influences. When I turned 10 years old, I decided I would never step foot in any religious community again. Recently, I went through a more traumatic spiritual experience, and started looking for my old journal, to try and remember the turning point that made me give up on my spiritual training and religion.
I was just a kid, and lived in a brand new house built in a gated community. I had all new furniture and toys in my room, and I loved spending my time playing dress up and jumping on my new bed. That Saturday morning, I had spent all my energy doing just that, and I decided to lie on my bed and rest for a little while. I can remember myself lying down and starting to take off my shoes, watching the palm tree leaves rustling on my window pane, not thinking about anything in particular. Suddenly, I felt the room temperature drop, in the middle of the Brazilian summer. For a few seconds, I could feel a presence in my room, a different atmosphere. I was scared, and just a child, so I stayed still, waiting for something to happen or for the courage to stand up to come over me. I slowly convinced myself that nothing would happen, that I was just a little shaken because I had been alone in that part of the house for longer than usual.
I stood up and slowly walked to my bathroom to wash the sweat off my face. I dried my skin with a towel, and as I stopped to look at my face in the mirror I could see my bed and the window reflected on it. It seemed that, for some reason, the light in the room was a little odd. That's when I noticed a tall dark figure with long shaggy hair dancing around my bed. It looked like some tribal dance, and it lasted what seemed like forever. The figure jumped from one foot to another, shaking its arms in the air. It was hopping around my bed the way you would imagine a movie ritual around an altar or a bonfire would look like. Then it stopped completely, and slowly turned towards me. I was stuck in place, scared out of my mind, and did nothing but stare as it grinned maliciously at me and disappeared.
It felt like someone had just broken a spell that was freezing me into place. I started screaming and ran to find my mother sitting upstairs. Crying, I told her what had just happened, and she listened, believing every word she heard. She told me to breath in, try to stay calm and pray, and not to let fear take over me. That day, I decided I didn't want anything to do with spirituality, ever again. I told my mom about it and she just sighed, looked at me and said "I knew you would give up on religion at a young age. But I also know that you will still be young when another event will make you seek it again. Don't cry now."
Last week, another terrifying event, obviously triggered by spirits, made me want to visit my mother. I felt like I needed to understand why some of these things have been happening, and I hadn't told her why I wanted to see her specifically. She was waiting for me at the porch, with my journal in her hands and a smile on her face. She hugged me and whispered in my ear, "It's ok, but now you need to catch up with your studies, Dear.
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