How I Found My Superpowers: An Introduction to the Spirit World
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A memoir of spiritually uplifting proportions.
Katharine Branham guides you through the life-changing journey she experienced while finding her superpowers.
She felt loneliness at times, although there seemed to be a guiding presence surrounding her that she spoke of as "Frequency." Before long, she learned the "Frequency" guiding her was the divine creator of the world, known as God. Katharine takes you on a tour of the spirit world only a select few can truly identify with.
Her journey begins as a young child encountering spirits such as the friends in her closet and the man visiting at the foot of her bed. She initially thought everybody could see the things she was seeing but soon realized that wasn't the case. Later, Katharine explains, "As I continued to notice more unusual things, I felt they were purposely being pointed out to me." Was this "Frequency" turning her into a spiritual antenna of clairsentience?
Was Katharine being prepared for something greater?
Get ready to travel down a twisted path of uncertainty and meet several awe-inspiring characters like Archangel Michael, Mother Mary, Jesus, and many more.
Follow her as she predicts future events well ahead of time like the COVID-19 outbreak, 2020 presidential election results, and many more.
Watch a young, confused child turn into an incredible woman with unimaginable superpowers.
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How I Found My Superpowers - Katharine Branham
HOW I FOUND MY SUPERPOWERS
HOW I FOUND MY SUPERPOWERS
An Introduction to the Spirit World
Katharine Branham
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Dedication
To God, the archangels, ascended masters, and light beings of the universe who guided me along my path.
Yes. Wear the crown. Be the crown. You are the crown.
—Miss Congeniality, 2000
Author’s Note
Every story in this memoir is true, but most names have been changed to protect the privacy of those concerned.
Trigger warning: this book contains descriptions of verbal, physical, and emotional child abuse.
Table of Contents
Foreword
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
The Crab Boy
Chapter 2
The Recital
Chapter 3
The Palm Reader
Chapter 4
The Cleated Angels
Chapter 5
The Glow
Chapter 6
The Leaving
Chapter 7
The Glasses
Chapter 8
The House
Chapter 9
The Major
Chapter 10
The Knowing
Chapter 11
The Last Straw
Author Bio
Coming Soon
Foreword
Katharine Branham’s entrance into my world not only created a change for the better, it also saved my life. Having experienced one of the most emotionally tragic events in existence—the loss of a child—I was at the beginning of the Dark Night of the Soul.
Of course, I didn’t know it at the time. As if the loss of my son wasn’t enough, I was drowning in a legal situation that was so out of character, I knew I had to be in the Twilight Zone. With everything going on in my life at the time, I seriously didn’t want to exist.
Enter to the stage, one psychic medium, Katharine. Now, I must explain that I already had some experience with contacting psychics, though none of them seemed to have the fairytale crystal-ball abilities that we are fondly familiar with. In a last-ditch effort to gain some miraculous insight into my incorrigible life, I queried an online channel for psychic mediums. I clasped my hands in prayer and asked for the help of my deceased son, Alex. The page on the computer screen seemed to have a mind of its own and kept returning to one spot as I tried to scroll down. What the hell is going on here? I thought. As I became more aggravated at the uncontrollable computer screen, I realized that Katharine’s photo kept popping up. I bellowed out to the empty space in my kitchen, There’s no way I’m going to call that chick—she’s way too pretty.
I certainly didn’t want any unfiltered emotions to get in the way of my reading. As I continued looking, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Alex was somehow leading me to call this pretty woman.
I finally acquiesced and called Katharine. After asking only my first name, she began to describe a young man in spirit who was with her. She described my son in such explicit detail that I had goosebumps from head to toe. I continued listening and just about lost control when she said, He’s telling me that his name is Alex, and you are his dad.
Katharine continued giving me details and relaying information from Alex that only I knew. There was no way she could have known such specifics considering some of them Alex had taken to his grave. The call ended with amazement but curiosity just the same. The next several calls helped to mend a father’s broken heart and led to a spiritual awakening I will never forget.
Over the course of the past seven years, I’ve been blessed to experience the dedication, resilience, and love of a true angel in disguise. Katharine Branham has brought inspiration and light to my life and to many others. She has worked professionally in the psychic and medical intuitive field for over a decade and has acquired thousands of clients. Many are high-profile celebrities and professionals, but she is unwavering in her client confidentiality and will not sacrifice her integrity for personal gain. I’ve never met such a trustworthy human being in my life.
Katharine’s gifts are truly superpowers. She’s an open-channel psychic and can see a person’s life from conception to death through remote viewing. Her uncanny gifts allow her to experience what most people consider the supernatural or behind the veil.
I’ve read hundreds of books and spent countless hours researching the phenomena of the spirit world and metaphysics. I can tell you this for certain: Katharine’s ability to tap into the non-physical reality that exists beyond human sight is nothing short of extraordinary. When she sees an angel, archangel, ascended master, spirit, or ghost, the experience is the same as when the rest of us see each other. Her reach into other dimensional states of existence is far beyond the normal realm. She relies on her gifts of clairvoyance, clairaudience, and clairsentience to relay messages from deceased loved ones, spirit guides, and the frequency
(God). Her messages and teachings continue to be appreciated by her followers on social media outlets. Countless praises continue flowing in daily from people around the world, giving thanks for Katharine’s heartwarming advice and loving spirit. Honestly, I have tears running down my cheeks now as I consider the love and joy that she spreads to so many people.
Katharine wants everyone to realize that their individual experiences are lessons that can help lead them to a more heart-centered relationship with themselves, God, and all of humanity. Her main message in writing this book is to teach that everyone has their own superpowers and that their experiences are stepping-stones along the path to finding them.
This book shares Katharine’s journey to finding her superpowers. Of course, these abilities didn’t come without a price. As you read her story, Katharine will take you down a journey of emotional pain and uncertainty as a child and the sharp confusion of a double-edged sword as an adult. This is not only her individual journey; this is humanity’s journey. Each character in her story has a purpose and a lesson. Find out the role each one contributed to Katharine finding her superpowers. And find out how her story relates to your own journey in life. Take an adventure and find your own superpowers.
—Major Austin Hart
Acknowledgments
If you were to look around my office, you would find stacks of notebooks that stand two to three feet in height. I’ve been taking notes for years on the incredible things I’ve learned and seen in the spirit world. There was never a real plan for the information; I didn’t expect to write a book. I began keeping them when it occurred to me that my two children, Breezy and Zach, might want to have the notes so they could access the information if they needed or wanted it at some point in their lives. The frequency I mention throughout the book I came to know as God, the creator of all. As I look back, the strangest times were when God’s frequency would wake me up in the night with explanations about things I had seen and would urge me to write those things down.
For years, I worked more than eight hours per day for days on end, without weekends off. I was so exhausted it was hard to pay attention to the things the frequency was teaching me. The frequency had been with me all along, yet it wasn’t until adulthood that I realized God and the universe really had my back. Some of the experiences I endured were difficult while I was going through them because I didn’t know that one day, I would see the shining light beyond the darkness. I want to thank the universe and God’s love for guiding me through the years, even at times when there seemed to be no hope.
I’m grateful to my parents, who gave me the opportunity to incarnate during this time on Earth to help others. It was through the good times and bad that I learned to see and understand the spiritual world.
The motivation of never allowing myself to give up came with the blessing of my children. Breezy and Zach, I am so grateful that both of you chose me to be your mother during this lifetime.
I’m thankful for the incredible teachers I’ve met along the way, who might not even realize they helped when they did. They are mentioned throughout the chapters of this book. Some of the teachers I want to thank are Standing Eagle, Marty, C.J., Scarlett, Belinda Smart, Julie Snow, Veronica, and Utah Mike for their guidance, support, and love. All of these people have been an important part of my journey, and I am so grateful.
The number one person who is most important for me to mention and honor is Major Austin Hart. I would like to first thank him for his twenty-one years of service in the US Army, during which he not only went to war but raised two amazing children. It was his late son Alexander who led him to find me. The universe has a way of bringing the people one needs along their path at the right time. This book would not have been possible without Major Austin Hart’s unwavering encouragement and his personal goal to get my information out into the world. With his help, I have a series of books coming out with all the teachings and information to aid humanity’s awakening. There’s so much more I want to share about the crossing of paths between Austin and me, but that is to be revealed in another book.
Chapter 1
The Crab Boy
Trigger warning: this chapter contains descriptions of verbal, physical, and emotional child abuse.
You are the biggest disappointment of my life
was a frequent phrase Mom would say to me. I was four. How can I be a disappointment? What did I do? were the constant questions on my mind. I didn’t know what disappointment meant, but I knew it was bad. Sometimes when she would say it, she was practically spitting on me, so upset it looked as if she were about to explode.
Along with her cruel words, Mom would often decide to put me in time out,
which meant I would be shut in my closet where I’d have to stay for hours on end. The closet was exceptionally small, probably about two feet by two feet, with a piece of wood in the back that could slide up. When I would lift the panel, there were just pipes behind it. During times when I was in the closet, kind strangers would visit me. I didn’t think much of it, as it was comforting to have them present, and I had no idea where they would come from or where they would go once they left. I just thought they lived behind that sliding panel. There were a few times I opened it so I could peek in to see what was going on only to quickly close it, as I didn’t want to bother them.
Sometimes I would sit and cry in the dark until I fell asleep. When I woke up, the door was slightly open, and I understood that meant I could come out. I would wander into the den, usually hungry, and Mom would be in the process of making dinner. There was nothing said to me about my time in the closet.
At that point, I only had one brother, and we were eleven months apart—most people thought we were twins. My mom was pregnant with my sister. Being so close in age, my brother and I would often get in fights, and Mom would tell my dad we were biting each other. One day, I heard her tell him she’d learned that the best way to handle kids who bite was to put a hot pepper in their mouth. She reached up to the top cabinet in the kitchen and pulled out a jar of tiny green peppers. She told my dad to grab me and hold me to the ground as she pulled one out and shoved it into my mouth. It didn’t take much to keep me down—I was only four. I cried and screamed, choking on the pepper while my mouth was burning. Then she told my dad to hold my brother and do the same to him. The sad thing about it was that her energy field appeared happy and satisfied afterward.
On weeknights, when Dad came home from work, he would put his lunchbox down, greet Mom, then greet me. He would pet my hair, and I would go back to playing. Then, out of nowhere, Mom would get angry and tell me again how I was the biggest disappointment of her life. I didn’t know what would occur between one moment and the next, but suddenly she would blow up.
I could always tell when Mom was angry by the color surrounding her. Her color would change when hate would well up in her energy field. She could be talking on the phone in a good mood, and as soon as she looked at me, her energy changed.
It was impossible to predict when my mom’s anger would be triggered and when it wouldn’t. I remember times when I was playing with my dolls and she would walk in to check on me. Instead of lashing out, she asked questions about my toys the way any other mother might. As nice as those calm moments were, I knew it was only a matter of time before her fury would flare again.
Soon, my younger sister was born, completing our family of three children. The years continued to roll by, and I don’t think a week passed that I wasn’t punished for something. I felt as though I didn’t belong to the family at all.
We lived in a troubled area in Houston, and there were few things I had to look forward to, but one of them was visiting my cousins in Port Arthur, Texas. It was always fun; we would eat good food, and my aunts always knew how to make us feel welcome. My mom’s sisters were very kind to us. They knew how to throw parties and made every event special. The only girl cousin I had was a few years older than me and would often have a box of clothes ready for Mom to go through to see what would fit me. I loved hand-me-down trips. I adored my cousin’s clothes. Her mom was a seamstress and bought her beautiful outfits, so anything she had always looked great.
I don’t know if my aunts knew quite how much I appreciated them, but I really did. I think they all knew deep down that something was going on from the physical appearance of my siblings and me. We were only bathed when it was necessary, so it wasn’t a secret we weren’t well cared for.
If it hadn’t been for my aunts taking notice that I was covered in mosquito bites and untreated impetigo, I would have been in really bad shape. On one trip, my aunts noticed the impetigo had spread down my arm, and there was no way Mom would have taken me to the doctor had her sisters not told her to.
Despite my mother’s failure to care for me, my parents were well-liked in the community. They’d met in high school. Mom enjoyed volunteering for things and was always joining organizations; she loved being with people and leading events. Everybody loved my dad—he was very handsome, and women went out of their way to talk to him.
All of us were baptized Greek Orthodox, but the closest Greek Orthodox church was thirty minutes away on Montrose Street, and unless it was a special occasion or a holiday, Mom and Dad didn’t choose to make the drive.
One of my aunts had given me a small picture of Jesus in a little plastic frame about two inches square, and I would carry that around with me. When I got my Barbie house, I would put the picture of Jesus inside so the Barbies could see him.
After Mom had my little sister, she wanted some free time away from my brother and me, so she asked the neighbor’s family to take us to church with them on Sundays. My neighbors were happy to do it; their son, not so much. Perhaps having us going into church with him was cramping his style. Dressed in our Sunday clothes, my brother and I would walk down the street to their house, and I would carry my little purse with my change for the offering plate. We attended a Church of the Nazarene with them until the family moved.
***
The year I turned seven is a year I will never forget. We spent sunup to sundown playing outside. Like most things in Texas, Texas mosquitoes are big. I’d have large, itchy bites up and down my legs, and scratching them would leave conspicuous welts. Not only were the bites noticeable, but I also felt ashamed about the way my legs looked after I would get hit with a belt by my parents or get injured in any way. After a punishment, I would look down at my legs to see if any marks could be seen.
I had lots of friends on the street to play with. We would usually jump rope, dance, or do each other’s hair. There was a show we all loved to watch called Soul Train. Whenever we would play outside, we did our soul train dance down an aisle we would make by lining up, just like they did on the show. All the neighbors would sit outside and talk while watching the kids play. I think Mom got to the point where she didn’t want to see me dancing in the street, possibly because some of the older girls had gotten in trouble for doing promiscuous acts between the houses. She certainly didn’t want me outside anymore, so instead of allowing me to play, she enrolled me in dance class. One of the best things she’d ever done for me was deciding to put me in dance.
On my first day of class, I was scared and didn’t want to go—until I put on the tights. They covered up my legs, and with the welts hidden, my legs were beautiful.
I didn’t care too much for ballet, but I loved tap. I could really feel the beat. I loved the sound of the shoes on the floor. It brought me a new sense of calm and an escape from negative attention. I showed my dad my favorite tap step, the shuffle ball change. My hair was long, and I would wear it in a bun or ponytail when I danced. My dad loved my hair, and he would comment about how lovely it was. My hair was the one thing I thought was beautiful since my legs were always injured or covered in bites.
Mom was actually excited about my dance routines and recitals. One week before my recital, she said, You need a hair trim.
I brushed her off and said, "No, I