Psychic Fever
We all run on an electric charge from our brains to our spines and nerve systems. I have been a medium for as long as I can think. I remember watching these spirits as a kid. I slept with the cover over my head from the age of 13 to the age of 22. Yes it sounds funny. I am an adult man with a blanket over his head. If you had seen what I saw, maybe you would have covered your head. Oh and that fear of your feet being pulled? Try the covers pulling off of you with something that is not there, it takes the covers off and you cannot see it… This is how I developed this gift. I thought I was damned. After all, a normal night was seeing a few demons and ghosts.
Eventually I couldn’t sleep so I stayed up. I looked evil in its purest form… Right in the eyes. I became unafraid and wanted to understand this phenomenon when I was a child. I was a haunted child…. wherever I went… This stuff followed. A child grew into a middle man of an open door … .a hallway that led to a second door. I have the keys to both. The living and the dead. My name is Nick Grossmann… I’m a middle man.
Aint trying to speak Jive but these people aint alive..But their mind and personality is just like yours and myself. Which brings me to a conclusion of realms such as the Underworld. Sheol is very real in my life. I was just in New York filming with a producer for a documentary. I was seeing spirit everywhere so I had to shut it off while walking the streets. Now, a lot of people like to think that because you’re psychic you should know what they are thinking or because you are psychic you should have known who they were sitting at that table. The truth is….There’s already enough people in this world and I don’t need to be walking the streets of Manhattan and seeing ectoplasmic people as well as the crowded physical people on the sidewalks or energy orbs zooming in front of me. I’m talking about ghosts. I cant have my psychic sense on all the time like that and don’t want to. However I am very good as a medium and it’s also been the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done for people. So I can turn my ability on anytime I want practically but choose not to. Otherwise I will also walk up to someone in a store or anywhere and anyone and tell them… a complete stranger “ So and so has a message from the other-side”. I walked up to people and relayed messages. I couldn’t help but tell them. They were in tears many times and not prepared for what I said. This I did in public and it just came natural. This is why I learned to shut it off and turn it on.
It’s hard to be scared of anything… After the experience of seeing some certain things first handed. But it was my own ignorance which was my worst enemy.
When I was 16 I worked in a retail shop. I had a red 80s Camaro. It wasn’t a beauty though! I spent my paycheck going to the craft store and the local books stores getting anything I could about the occult. I experimented with so much. When a chemist does an experiment they should be very clean otherwise “BOOM”. This was the same principle applied to learning the occult, but I was a sloppy Chemist. I left a mess and never thoroughly cleaned it. All hell broke loose. I literally created a monster. It brings new meaning to something is under the bed, as a matter of fact there were times I was so scared and had to use the bathroom and I literally wouldn’t until the next morning. Not to gross you out but telling you the facts.
To get my gifts, I had to go through this. I had to be broken down and beat up supernaturally. This was more like a bootcamp that lasted a few decades, until I realized this is a calling and I had to accept this and appreciate this as much as I would say it was traumatizing. Not much scares me now.
Why have respect for entities like this? They are more powerful than you and I. If you cuss one out.. it only aids them. They eat up your negativity and live off of your fears. They eat fear. That’s why they want to scare the living s*** out of you. They know how to poke at your sanity and have a degree in that. Take as much medication as you like, but if you were like me.. it wouldn’t stop them. So they were real.I must be clairvoyant…
I first smelled evil in Monroe. At Lorraine’s house. I remember walking the hallway to the museum part of the house. She had halloween masks as decor in the hall. I remember smelling the musk. There was something off about this musk. That night I went to the museum, as fascinating as it was when I developed a new ability. Not just talking to the dead either but smelling…. Clairvoyant smell which later developed in what I call The Third Self. The Third self isn’t just a Third eye but all senses enlightened. Evil has a smell.. It’s distinct. It’s a dreadful smell.
As I’m typing I’m listening to the Death Rock of the 80s. Welcome to my spooky life. My door is open and I have seen doors by themselves open which also opened me up. You have a veil and I have tissue paper. I am a conductor and a master of morbid. A Paranormal Mad scientist. I don’t dissect Frogs but I dissect spirit. What element are they made of….? Why do they behave the way they do….? Why is it some crystal stones they seem to be attracted to….? WHY!!? After all it wasn’t like they were going anytime soon, so I observed and learned to exist in this world and theirs. Two Doorways and a middle man. I’m the messenger. Hey!! Don’t get mad at me, that’s what they said. I don’t sugar coat but no need to worry too much as most spirits I communicate are crossed over and evolved. They don’t have the consciousness to say negative things. Where they are there’s no darkness. The ones in the paranormal limbo are just like you and myself. They have not crossed over. How do I know? This lady I’m talking to is frustrated. Only a human being can feel frustration. She’s a ghost. I don’t sugar coat.
Call me a Demon Hunter or Renegade Exorcist. I went to the school of hard knox. No seminary but open hand combat with the beast and myself. I learned and it was all part of training.
Alright boys and girls…. We can do this easy or the hard way. You open a window in each house… Unplug the dryer and any appliance in the kitchen. Better yet, can you turn off the furnace for an hour? They eat electricity. Let’s make it easy to evict them. Ok… This is your last chance otherwise this will be painful. The demons plea…. “You don’t know what it’s like being sent back…”
Me” Say hi to your mother for me ”. Demons “Noooooooo! Nooooo! Noooooo!” (high-pitch voice) .Demons come in packs. I’ve always been a good street fighter, one man army applying that to the metaphysical.
My friend Hanna Cranna Wicked Witch Of Monroe always welcomes me with a warm fuzzy feeling as I walk through this ancient graveyard. She doesn’t like people much… She seems to be ok with me. Others get in car accidents driving down the road. I’ve seen her. I’ve seen her hand with a white glove disembodied. It was waving me to go to the woods section where there was a creature bigger than a moose yet couldn’t be seen with the naked eye. There are creatures in those woods in Monroe for whatever reason. I always end my excursion with a pizza slice at Monroe’s finest pizzerias. If you know… then you know.
Those woods though. Mother nature painted ritualist mortalities. There’s hidden intelligence in those woods. Seekers know this. There’s been many times driving thru where I’ve seen The White Lady form in the back seat. She’s creepy. She crossed the car on another occasion. Maybe she just likes attention.
That doll that influenced people in my life has power. It followed me home. This stuffed cloth of evil. The ultimate voodoo doll. The queen voodoo doll. This Voodoo doll though has a mind of her own. You can’t control this one. The doll is poisonous.
The pond below the doll. The one on the right. That water is charged. What lies under the weeds of water plants, copper head territory and cold in the winter… Too cold. It burns. It burns with Hell fire with flames of icicles. It was told to me that a demonologist who lived in the area, trapped wooden and porcelain spirits in those waters. His favorite pizza place by where he rests now.
That cemetery is a sanctuary, trapping demons that were cast out by the temple next door. They cling on to dolls, objects and also human remains. They don’t like people much.
Across the street is a man who remains hidden in the corner. A Wizard of Monroe. He’s a teacher. He’s a prodigy.
In the woods across the ways is a family that doesn’t think very large of themselves. They have big heads and no brains. They live as vagabonds, feared by the locals with magical abilities. Just in Dracula Dr to the left in the woods is a small compound of shacks. They are also masters of shadows.
In the next town over they have a sanctuary for people who have been lost. This was no sanctuary.. as it consumed and ate their minds. It was a trap all along. The place is one big poltergeist of spirit. It’s a bundle of souls in one. Have a drink with me.
I’m a Middle Man in Connecticut’s Triangle.
My mind is pitch and I can hear the radio frequency. Sweeping thru stations and trying to tune out the Paranormal community and listen for spirits. That’s how my mediumship works. Sweeping through deep sectors of my mind that I have the key card too. If you clear your mind you can hear the dead.
I’ve got Psychic fever and I’m in the middle of this triangle. I’m the ultimate conductor. A Student of Consciousness.
Take a canoe and through the wire into a valley of souls. In the city of Disturbie, there’s a tavern where you can dine with a room of corpses. The vodka Sauce is the best.
Across the bridge is a realm of tunnels. I got lost many times on purpose. To be subterranean and to feel the energy of the people in the bars and stores and traffic above me was like drinking a cold brew with ten shots of espresso.
We go further up the river and meet another river where the future and past collide and make the now. Also making the major conductor for activity.
A group of vigilantes They were misfits and outcasts lifting the people up that have been beaten down by spirits. Spirits feared them. One called themselves Ghost Storm and the other CTPASTS.
I have explored all over CT and now I will take the train to the city. I’m thinking to myself….” Damn.. how cool would it be to be a ghost on this train? You would never have to pay for tickets…”
I slapped myself on the forehead and laughed because I never pay for tickets… Haha!. I’m a pro.
Written by Psychic, Journalist and Death Enthusiast
Nicholas Robert Grossmann
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