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This Is a First for Me
I’ve been a psychic since 1993 but haven’t always felt like one. I’ve always felt as if I hadn’t changed a bit, but something started happening long before 1993 that eventually resulted in me landing on a level where I would cautiously say, “I am psychic.”
I can feel the difference between when I was 15 and 20 years
later, when I was 35. In the blink of an eye, I went from being an
anxious teenager to a person who was afraid of nothing. That’s actually
what it takes to become psychic. Had you told me what would happen to me
over the next twenty years, I would not have believed you in a million
years. So, you need to be fearless.
I can remember once when I was in my early 20s, after Dennis
and I had married. We spun out, crossing an ice-covered bridge, and I
thought I was going to die. There was no regret. At all. I thought to
myself, “I am done. I am okay. I am ready to die.” Obviously, we did not
die, but it was interesting to me that I’d always wondered what it
would feel like to be on the brink of death. There was no panic. It was
an acceptance of whatever was going to come next.
Another rule is to pretend. What you imagine is not going to
be anywhere near what actually happens, but the pretending part is
necessary. The wonderful thing about that is that everybody on the face
of the earth knows how to pretend. It was one of the first things we did
as children.
Do you think you waited too late in life to do this sort of
stuff? No. You can start anywhere you want, though I recommend being an
adult.
Becoming psychic is re-learning how to look at life. First of
all, everybody is psychic. It is not a talent or a gift. It is
something each and every one of us is born with.
I realize that everybody is psychic to one degree or another.
I do know that not everybody hears voices the way I do, and I do have
to admit that in the beginning, for the first few weeks, it was a
balancing act getting used to it. It took me five years of concentrated
work, and it is neither normal nor not normal. I’ve taught people to
channel as I do in ten minutes. I spent years learning how to do it, so I
know it can be done. It just depends, I think, on how open you are to
the idea. I think.
Life intervenes as it does, and my progress as a channel has also
progressed. I am now comfortable talking to anybody, whether they be my
spiritual guides or other folk in spirit who have passed on.
Now, for the first for me.
My husband had a friend who, in the last couple of years, has
been in decline. Yes, he was in his eighties, and getting old sucks. It
first started with him not remembering to take his medicine. Then, we
heard that a nurse would come in to help him. Then, we heard he was
being unreasonable. Then, we heard that he had to go into assisted
living.
George began falling every so often. It was sad to hear of these things
happening to George, but I remember the talks he and I would have while
we waited for my husband, who George had come to visit. George had the
most wonderful stories, and I remember being so comfortable with him
that I eventually opened up and told him I was psychic. I don’t think he
really believed, but he laughed and said if he went before me, he would
come to visit.
Eventually, he fell again and, this time, broke his hip. They
had to put pins in him, and from there, it seemed things escalated. It
was on a Tuesday that Dennis told me George was dying after he had
developed pneumonia. Dennis had visited with him the day before, and
George had been gloomy. The next day, Dennis heard from a friend that
George was non-responsive. It was the day after that we heard from
another friend that the doctors had said George was dying. That was on
Friday. Dennis told me, and I was sorry to hear that. All the news about
George coming to me was sad and each piece of it was sadder than the
time before. I didn’t have anything to say. It was on my mind to say to
Dennis if he was going to visit George he’d best get on with it. I
didn’t say anything. Dennis knew what to do.
Saturday passed, and Sunday came. I remember I was sitting
here in the study writing, and suddenly, George was on my mind. It was
startling enough that I stopped and looked around me, wondering why I
was thinking about him. It was not just a passing thought. This seemed
to be different. I was wondering what he was doing. I looked at the
clock. It was ten in the morning.
A few hours later, Dennis came back to the study to tell me George had passed. I asked him when. He said ten o’clock.
It’s been a long-standing sorrow for me that although I can
talk to anybody in Spirit, I’ve never been notified of a death. I would
only say, “I should have known. I am a psychic. I should have known.”
Now, I knew.
Will it happen again? I don’t know. It might. I’d like to
think it would. I know I can do nothing in the world to lengthen a
person’s life beyond where it needs to go. That is out of my hands.
Totally.
Now, I can say you never stop learning and evolving as a
psychic. It was a first for me to be visited by a person who had just
passed on. By the way, he is happy now. He says to me, “It’s an
interesting place. I feel like I haven’t felt in years.”
Thanks for reading.
Pauline
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