I was about nine when my Papa passed. I can clearly remember the first time I felt his Spirit touch me. I was watching tv, in his living room, when I felt a heartbeat sensation on my hand. I got scared, ran out, and never returned to that room alone.
From that day, I knew I had to face my fear of ghosts and the strange, watchful energy. This kind of courage took time, but the experiences just kept coming. They were not coincidental.
My life is an interwoven journey connected to Spirit. I’ve learned how to open my senses to their unique language in order to communicate, retrieve information, and share their narrative.
There’s much more to learn and conversations to continue. For now, I can only be grateful for those gentle pokes I received along the way.
-Krysten M. Bercume, Narrative Medium