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Being Normal and Being Psychic
I wonder what life as a famous author would be like every day. Probably just as boring as my own. You get up out of bed. Most everybody does that. Maybe you’ve got a morning ritual. Mine sometimes extends to a mumbled good morning to my spirit guides. Those are on days when my energy is low. If I am in better spirits, we might have a conversation about something.
I flex my arms and legs and do a little stretching. I try to
remember all the good affirmations that can be done in the morning,
like taking a deep breath and thinking to myself, “It’s a great day.” I
don’t always remember to do that. Sometimes those morning affirmations
take place later in the day.
My life as a writer and as a psychic is not that much
different from my life was before I was a psychic. Becoming psychic is
something that pretty much feels the same as you were before the
“Event.” Actually, there is a difference. I’m not so afraid anymore.
Now, in retrospect, I can point to any number of ordinary
things that were going on in my life that could have been considered
psychic. Maybe. Are you the same? Probably because I really believe now
that everybody is psychic to one degree or another. It’s difficult to
think that something happened that was psychic because most people will
tell you to stop doing that or that you are crazy. Nobody thinks you are
psychic. Unless, of course, you happen to run into a psychic who
recognizes something else is going on with you.
I can remember when I considered being psychic a gift, a
talent, something that was passed down in your family and did not expose
itself during ordinary life. In those days, I thought that psychics
were born to the life or they had an accident, and after that, they were
different. I never, in my wildest dreams, thought being psychic was
something you could learn, like dancing or speaking a foreign language.
Rather than new information, it is just a reconsidering and
reinterpreting of how you experience life. It’s trying to be good,
forgiving yourself, learning how to be kind to yourself, honoring your
body with the status of self, and becoming considerate first to yourself
and then to others.
I think becoming psychic is realizing that other people and
other beings, like animals, plants, trees, and rocks, have feelings,
too. It is not thinking of animals as dumb anymore. It considers animals
as beings with hopes and dreams, even if it is just excitement over a
treat, but emotions they experience. I can remember hearing people
saying that assigning human emotions to animals is stupid. Just plain
stupid. That made me sad. To me that felt like denying God existed. I’m
sure they would think that thought was stupid, but I have heard both a
parakeet and a cat speak to me. Only once, but it was enough to convince
me I had experienced something incredibly wonderful. This is where you
might begin to study Shamanism.
I can tell my cats are happy to see me. They also know when I am upset.
So, I ask you. Is there one thing in life you are
enthusiastic about? Playing cards, gardening, cooking, painting,
writing—just one thing. Now, think of a way you can make whatever it is
that you like doing new and sparkly. Think of what it was like to be six
years old and how going to school was fun. Not like now when you go to
work to earn enough to put bread on the table and pay your rent.
Work can become drudgery. I know there were times in my life
where I thought that way. Make work exciting again by really listening
to somebody at work—not just the way you normally do. Hear what they
have to say. Now, look underneath what they are saying and try to feel
what they are not saying.
There is a way to turn your thinking about work from humdrum
into something where you take pride in whatever you are doing. Even if
it only answering the telephone for everybody else in the office, you
are the face of the company. You might be getting paid minimum wage for
it, but your voice is very important.
On a low-energy day, I would sometimes stand up and plaster a
smile on my face before I answered the phone. Even if I didn’t feel
like smiling. Just doing that was enough to boost my energy. Another
trick is to work on remembering people’s names. Have a pad of paper next
to the phone, and the instant the person tells you their name, write it
down. That’s a person’s most treasured part about themselves: their
name. I learned that from Dale Carnegie.
It's hard to describe how to live your normal life as a
psychic. It’s like learning how to whistle. There was a time when you
could not whistle no matter how you tried, and then, one day, you knew
how. From that moment forward, you knew how to whistle; life did not
change, and yet, it was afterward never the same for you. It was also
enriched in a way that is hard to describe.
I suppose I would call it an awareness that deepens. You
might not understand it completely, and yet you begin to know things.
It’s like putting one and one together, and instead of saying it is two,
the answer becomes 16. I remember one time I was doing a meditation,
and I realized the universe was composed of numerical values that made
sense. In that small instant, it just all made sense to me. War, famine,
tyrants, sickness, joy, hope, love. It just all made sense to me. I
think you might get into things like that when you study Kabbalah or
sacred geometry. Maybe not.
I have not experienced that feeling since then, but I’ve
always had an affinity for numbers. I was at my happiest self when I was
taking algebra in school. Too late, school ended, but I’d begun to
dabble my toes in functions and calculus. I can remember when I was in
the third grade, playing with my father’s slide rule.
But this all is not relegated to a person being psychic.
Everybody does that. You call that, when a bit of psychicness happens,
an insightful moment. You saw something going on with that person. Do
you say something to them? Do you say, “Are you feeling okay?” Do you
say, “Did lunch disagree with you?” No, you keep your thoughts to
yourself, at least for now. You need to understand what just happened.
One time, I struck up a conversation with a gentleman. I
veered right into talking about Shamanism. I remember he jerked
backward. It was like I had said something bad, or I had struck him. He
confessed that he was a Shaman, but he did not advertise that fact. He
said people got too strange when he mentioned it. I just smiled at him.
It was one of those psychic things that happen. He realized that too,
and we spoke of other things.
When you decide you are interested in things that are
psychic, you begin to change the way you look at life. It is also a very
difficult thing to do. I say it happens because it happened to me. It
took years for me to turn that corner and begin to expect magic to
happen. I have also talked to other psychics who I consider to be
spiritual teachers and realize they, too, have attained what I call a
bad-ass way of looking at things. You have sympathy and empathy for
people, and yet you tell this requires a lot of work on the person’s
part to stop blaming others, God included, for their misfortunes.
But,
as a psychic you also realize it is not your job to convince anybody of
anything. They will keep repeating whatever they are doing, getting the
same results time after time until they finally understand and forgive
themselves or begin to make some changes in their life.
But once you decide that being psychic is a possibility, you
begin to fine-tune your senses. You are doing what a master painter is
doing with their art. You are doing what a scientist is doing in looking
around the edges of the results of his or her experiments looking for a
cure for something.
We are conditioned to live as usual. Normal. Do not rock the
boat. In life, as we know it now, you stick to your routine or wake up,
work, go shopping, do chores, sleep, and work. If someone you know is in
trouble, you offer to help, and you give them what they’ve asked for or
what you think they need. A casserole. Offer to do their laundry. But
what if you could give them something else? What if you could say a
prayer and help them that way?
Have you ever had a prayer answered? Did you pray to get
through an illness to have that actually happen? Have you ever prayed
for somebody who had a critical or terminal illness and then heard that
they got better? Was it anything you did, or was it something else? You
tried, and that was important. God didn’t actually answer you and say,
“Yup, I’ll get right on that.”
Even though the results you are looking for in whatever you
are doing are elusive, you have to have faith to see any progress at
all. And is this something you need to see progress about in the first
place? Maybe all you really need to learn is patience.
So many of these things relate to ordinary life, but they can just as
easily relate to life as a psychic. I sometimes referred to it as life
in the fast lane. Compared to ordinary routines, the things I was doing
to encourage my own psychic development were strange, sometimes
bordering on eccentric.
In hindsight my psychicness could have gone in any direction.
There are all sorts of classifications for psychics: clairvoyance for
those who have psychic visions, clairaudience for those who are able to
hear messages. There are a bunch of clairs as they call them. Some say
there are six, some say there are eight. Clairgustance, where you have a
taste in your mouth for your grandmother’s sugar cookies, and then your
sister calls you wondering if you have the recipe written down
somewhere. Imagine being a chef and having that sense heightened. There
is Clairsalience, where you smell psychically. Like you’re thinking
about a loved one who cooked with garlic a lot. Suddenly, you think you
can smell garlic. There is claircognizence when you just psychically
know something.
I have had several of these happen to me. Normally, I
experience clairaudience, but then I am a channel and talk to Spirit all
the time. Lesser for me is clairvoyance where I see psychically. I do
normally have to close my eyes for that one, though I do sometimes have a
vision come at me from stage right, from my peripheral vision. Many
times, for me, it is a sense of movement, as in somebody just gave me a
thumbs up. That, actually, just happened to me. Evidently, somebody in
Spirit likes this article.
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