posted on Nov, 29 2007 @ 09:47 AM
Not certain what exactly you're counting as psy abilities here, but during my lifetime I have been able to connect to about a handful of people to
the point of sending and receiving messages from them. My husband is one of them, we can communicate pretty well.
When I was in my 20s, I was verbally directing a friend of mine who was driving his car, to his own home. I had never been there. There were 2 other
passengers. Once we pulled up to his home, I described in great detail, what the decor was like, colours, who was still awake (it was late in the
evening), etc. Note that this was not a small home, my friend was the son of a man who owned a few Burger King franchises, and he was the eldest of
six children, so there were quite a few rooms within.
The friend turned to me and laughingly said, "if you already know what it looks like, why should we bother going in?" I said, "to confirm it of
course!". The other two passengers did not believe I had never been to his home even though we insisted I'd never been. I was spot-on of course,
even down to the direction his bedroom-slipper clad mom was sitting as she watched telly.
Then, there were the analgesic-resistant headaches I'd get just before something bad would happen to someone I was close to. The headache would be
across the top of my head and over the sides like headphones without earpieces. Once the event occurred, the headache would be gone. I recall being
on the phone with a friend of mine (one who knew and had seen my abilities in action) in high school, telling her I had one of my "headaches" and
letting her know as a warning, just in case. While we were talking on the phone, the headache went away, not 20 minutes later, my dad came home and
told us that there was a car accident down the road, it was my boyfriend. He was ok, but flipped his car on a turn.
There's more, but I'll leave it here, see what the interest level looks like.
I have no reason to lie, it benefits no one for me to do so. I know what happens. I also know that since I've been on anti-depressants the
psy-level has gone waaaaay down. It feels like losing a limb, or one of my senses. I've been dulled. Ergh.