A Psychic Said I Was At The Crucifixion

I was 25, working as a Business Development Manager and loving it.

I was on the road, meeting people, chatting all day. No moment the same as the last.

It felt free.

A lot like the life I’m enjoying now.

But there was something missing.

I’d had enough of waiting around for love.

I knew I’d meet someone, go through the whole dance but I couldn’t pick when.

So I decided to visit a psychic.

It was during a workday, I had business to handle but I made space in my schedule just a few hours for the session.

I booked in.

The day arrived.

We sat opposite each other.

He took a deep breath… then opened his eyes.

“Look, I’m just getting an image of the Buddha.”

I nodded.

“Yeah, I’m not here about life. I’m not seeking God. That journey’s over.”

He looked at me with astonishment.

“Then why are you here?”

I looked at him at him and said:

“Mate, I’m sick of waiting for this girl. Where is she?”

He laughed, almost in disbelief.

But then he sat quietly, tuning in.

“She’s coming. Blonde hair… no, dark hair.

You’ll have three kids with her.

“Well I’m sick of waiting,” I told him.

He chuckled again.

That was the only thing I wanted to know.

I had no other questions and he found that hilarious.

We kept chatting.

The energy between us had shifted.

He could see I wasn’t playing games.

At one point he brought up Jesus.

I told him I always felt a connection to Jesus but not in a religious sense.

Not church. Not scripture.

Just a quiet, deep sense of something.

He looked at me and said calmly:

“You were at the crucifixion.”

I stared at him.

“Was I?”

I’d never had that kind of memory or vision or anything like that but still… something inside me recognised it. There was definitely a connection.

And yeah, my name is Chris.

Who knows?

After a pause, he leaned forward and said:

“You don’t even need to come to me. You can do all of this yourself.”

I replied:

“Yeah, I know. I get it randomly but I can’t turn it on and off like you do.”

He offered to teach me.

Personally.

I agreed.

Then, just before I left that day, he shared something that stuck with me.

He started explaining that the spirits would often wait in a separate room, because they already knew when a loved one or friend was coming in for a session.

Then he told me this wild story.

There was one spirit that had been causing trouble, loud, rowdy, scaring his kids.

He got so fed up that he walked in and said:

“If you keep this shit up, I’ll cancel the appointment. That’s it!”

The spirit calmed down immediately.

He said it was afraid the session would be cancelled.

I was amazed.

I’d never heard anything like it.

I started attending weekly group sessions with others he was mentoring.

This was my first introduction to occult practice not as ‘dark’ as it’s made out to be.

Occult simply means hidden.

I was searching for hidden knowledge.

I attended maybe three or four sessions… but something didn’t sit right.

I knew deep down that whatever I was meant to learn wouldn’t come through this particular path.

And, if I’m honest, I felt a kind of envy from the psychic toward me, a subtle tension.

It didn’t feel healthy.

And it wasn’t going to help me grow.

So I stopped going.

But before I walked away, I witnessed something wild.

It was a Friday, and once a month they’d have what they called a “guest channel.”

The sessions were held in the garage of a couple who ran a business teaching people how to develop their psychic abilities.

This particular day, the psychic who had invited me was going to channel.

The spirit?

An American Indian.

I had no idea what I was in for.

We sat in a circle, maybe 10 of us. Everyone went around answering a question.

When it came to me, I shared my bit and then I heard a loud sound.

I looked over at the psychic.

He looked completely different.

His face had changed. His body posture. His voice. Everything.

I was transfixed.

What the fuck is happening here?

He spoke for about ten minutes, rambling, cryptic, intense. Then, just like that, it ended.

The psychic ‘woke up’ confused.

“What happened?”

He had no memory of anything.

He’d opened himself up as a channel, and the spirit supposedly had taken over.

It was real.

It was intense.

But it wasn’t my vibe.

I thanked the experience.

And I never went back.