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You’re Probably More Psychic Than You Think
You say: So, am I psychic or not?
I say: Well, you are an ordinary person, so I would say, yes, you are psychic.
You respond heatedly: I don’t think I am psychic. I’ve never
had an experience with the supernatural, except when I thought I saw a
ghost.
Ah, I say: When was that?
You say, “Oh, it happened a couple of years ago, and it’s never happened since then.
I say: Well, tell me about it.
You say: It was after a family gathering. It was Thanksgiving
one year. We were gathered at Aunt Phyliss’ place. They’d brought out
the photograph albums, and everybody was sharing stories. We did it
every year. This was no different than any other year at Thanksgiving.
I say: So, nothing out of the ordinary?
You say: Nope.
I say: So, when did this sighting of yours happen?
You say: It was after everybody had gone home. Some of us
were sleeping over. I was on the couch in the basement—the one in the
rec room. There were two other people with me. They had sleeping bags.
It was about 2 in the morning, and I woke up. They always kept a night
light on in the bathroom, and the light spilled over into the room we
were in. I saw something. It looked like Uncle Beau. Except, he’d been
dead for five years. But I saw a guy with really frizzy white hair like
he used to have.
I say: What was he doing?
You say: He was just standing there. He wasn’t doing
anything. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again. I figured he’d
be gone. He wasn’t. He was still there. I squeezed my eyes shut again.
Then, he was gone. I wasn’t afraid. I’d just seen a guy. In the morning,
neither of the folks sleeping down there with me said anything. I was
still so freaked out about it I didn’t say anything.
Later that morning, after we’d had breakfast and were into a
second cup of coffee, I found myself alone in the kitchen with Aunt
Phyllis. I told her what had happened. She said that wasn’t the first
time something like that had happened. She’d seen her dead husband down
there several times. She wasn’t afraid either. She said what I’d seen
was true.
Then, she went on to tell me that she could see things
sometimes. I asked her what she meant. She said sometimes, when she’s
doing stuff that doesn’t require her full attention, like washing the
dishes or doing laundry, she will get this fast image. Like she’ll see a
lot of red. Nothing in particular, just the color red. A day later,
there is a train accident on the news with lots of people injured. Other
times, she will see green. That’s when she’ll notice new stuff coming
up in the garden later on. Personally? I think it is all a coincidence. I
mean, how can anyone see the future? Just with colors?
So, no. I don’t think I am psychic.
I say: I think you are. Everybody is, to one degree or
another. Think of it as a sense. Remember from when we were kids? It’s
your sixth sense, just as ordinary as being able to see or hear. Don’t
be afraid of it. It’s just a sense. There’s not a whole lot written
about it, and it’s unusual in the sense that nobody really talks about
it much. It’s like when you were a kid. Your parents never taught you to
hear. You just did. The same thing happened with you seeing. One day,
you saw. You didn’t know what you were looking at because you hadn’t
learned words yet. But I’ll bet if you wanted your dolly or teddy bear,
you knew what you were looking at even though you didn’t have a name for
it.
The thing is, there are probably other things that are
happening with you just because you are connected in a way you’ve never
really thought about. Like how you might think of somebody, and three
hours later or the next day, they call you. Did you make that happen by
thinking of them, or were you getting a heads-up about them thinking
about you? Years ago, I used to have fun at work by announcing when my
boss was going to be the one on the phone. It happened enough times that
people started looking at me funny. Turns out I was just dialed into
him, I suppose.
It's like being able to draw. When you first learn how to
draw, it’s all just wrong. The lines are wonky, and it does not look
like a cat more than it resembles a hedgehog. Eventually, with enough
practice, the things you draw begin to look like something. The real
test is when you do faces, I think. When the face resembles the subject,
that’s when you can tell you are getting to be a better artist. It just
takes practice.
The same thing happens when you awaken to your own psychic
self. It’s strange at first, but if you are not afraid of it and treat
it more like a game, it will happen more often because you are not
pushing it away.
Just relax about it. Invite it into your life. Play games
with it, and someday, you’ll be able to pick winning lottery numbers.
I’m just kidding about that. The only winning lottery numbers I ever
picked were for a different state. It was eerie enough when it happened.
As I look back on it, I think it was just a little twinkle and nod from
the psychic side of life.
So, yes, you are psychic.
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