I am very torn between the seen and unseen.
I am not foolish enough to believe that because I can't see something it isn't there, nor am I foolish enough to believe that just because I CAN see something that it's real. Unfortunately, I study psychology, I'm obsessed with it, but it fries my brain.
Anyway, to the ability thingy, although I'm not sure if I would call it an 'ability', (semantics, semantics, semantics!!), I once, just once, had what I would deem a "supernatural experience" - I say "supernatural" because I have yet to discover another explanation for it other than psychosis, of which, I may add, I was not diagnosed with at that time. And when I was informed that some of my behaviour was classed as psychosis (according to one psychiatrist), it was 9 years after the "supernatural" event and had very earthly and practical triggers and nature - I would not class any of it as "supernatural" - warped perception, yes, supernatural, no.
The event itself is way too long to type, but, briefly, the first out-of-the-ordinary happening of the event was a visual of a child - the child was not human, although shaped like one. When I say "not human", I mean not solid, he was made up of what appeared to be an oily film, with a slightly thicker outline - if you can image a bubble, he was made of material that looked like bubble film, but without all the colours. He was completely see-through, and completely mobile, as he played with my 1 and a half year old son on the chute in his bedroom. This child did not communicate with me, however, my son was talking to him as they chased eachother up and down the chute; he said his name was "Pal".
I then met "Pal's" mother, who entered the room and was made of the same substance. She was huge, and I felt a great, heavy sadness from her, along with a crippling regret. It was at this point the thought that they had been murdered came into my consciousness. I have no confirmation of this though. She communicated with me - in my head, somehow.
She wanted me to do things, all of which made little sense: the first thing was to turn on the tap in the kitchen, so I did, she then motioned for me to follow her into the bedroom where she insisted I rip up the floorboards to locate a bag that was supposedly under there. I did. But I was too frightened to go down under the floor, mainly because of the male entity, in a 1960's gas mask, who was now peering through the bedroom window, menacingly, at me.
Here is when my time sequencing gets mixed up, but all these events happened as one event, over the space of a few hours, on the same day. Up until this point I wasn't unduly freaked out, I like quirk and weird, and I'm pretty open-minded, so I was rolling with it, until I entered my livingroom.
Congregating in two corners of the livingroom, on the ceiling, were black, seething shadows. At this point I truly began to fear for my life. These shadows had no discernable shape or character, and it is truly the only time in my life I could say I sensed "evil". (even now this is hard to talk about - a part of me believes if I talk they'll appear again). They began swirling around the ceiling above my head, and one suddenly broke off and shot back up into the corner where it hung, and hoached, and I froze, as it fired directly from that corner straight for my stomach. It passed through my stomach and right out the other side of me. I felt the passage it made through my body; it felt as if my stomach were going out my back with it.
It was at this point that I freaked. I ran through to my next door neighbour's house for help. They of course thought I was losing my mind, and so did I at this point. The man in the gas mask followed along the front of the building, peering in my neighbour's windows. In her house things were a blur, by this point I was begging for anyone and anything to help me. After the shadows in the livingroom I felt like I was covered in cobwebs (this feeling lasted right through the night, and into the next mrning, I felt like I was walking through a tunnel of cobwebs), so I asked her to run me a bath. I got in the bath then got right back out when I felt as if I was melting through the bottom of it. I tried to stab myself in the stomach with a kitchen knife, luckily I was caught in time. I was conscious of reaching for the knife and drawing it to my body, but I felt like it was not my will.
I begged my grampa later that day to take me to a church to get someone to do an exorcism (I was brought up catholic, but this was the first time I had turned to the church since my confirmation at age 10) - turns out you need permission from the pope for exorcisms, so I was offered a "blessing" on myself, my boyfriend (who, by the way, witnessed the shadow shooting through my stomach), and the house.
As he chanted over us, throwing the holy water and all that jazz, shadows left through my feet and slid up the walls and out the windows, and up the chimney.
As I mentioned before, I walked through cobweb tunnels everywhere I went for at least a day after (we stayed at my boyfriend's mum's trhat night, and they were there all the way there and all night).
I moved house within the week. It has now been raised to the ground.
I was not on drugs, I had never had hallucinations in my life, I had never experienced a psychotic episode in my life. I have no explanation for this still, and it has been 10 years.
I said I wasn't going to type it all out, but I just did. I guess there was no way to tell it other than telling it.
OK, my water house residents are (in placidus):
4th - Sun in Aquarius
8th - No planets, house cusp is in Taurus
12th - Mars and Saturn in Libra, conjunct Ascendant, conjunct Pluto, also in Libra
Not sure if this helps, and while I could wax lyrical about intuition, intense dreams, verified gut instincts and the like, this is the most prominent experience I feel is relevant to the topic.
i got into countless car accidents and even some were really my fault but on record, i never had any histories of being at fault 
I have heard voices that woke me up a few times.
I used to write the date and the time on the wall when I was a teen. Now I cast charts right away. I can remember most of my dreams, even those I had when I was 4. I even remember those that are literally repeated in reality later. I would like to train myself to have that state awake. 
