reply to post by samureyed
Perhaps you could help her develop this ability by playing 'guessing' games with her, this would be simple fun to her, without making her more
'self-conscious' about what she might or might not be able to do......( My Grandad used to do this a lot....guess how many coins, peas, marbles, etc
that he held in his hand, what number he was thinking of etc......you can see if she is able to 'know' what you do not, or if she's more accurate
when 'reading' your thoughts.)
I would not really discourage her, it might prove a very useful ability someday......Let me share a bit from my childhood as an example.
I grew up in the '50's, in a very small, quiet, nice town, very little traffic.... almost no TV, nothing to really put 'weird' ideas into a little
kid's head.....but sometimes they were there....?
One lovely spring day, a friend and I were playing 'tea party' or some such (we were 4/5 yrs old) on the curb, in front of my house. ( again, a
very quiet residential street, no traffic) My Grandmother who stayed with me during the week, while both my parents worked out of town, was hanging
out wash in the back yard....just out of our sight.
A pickup stopped in the street, and a man leaned out of the passenger window, reaching to within a couple of feet of where we sat. He grinned widely
and asked me, "Little girl, is your daddy home?" ( An instant feeling of disgust and distrust came over me.....and out of nowhere, and in spite of
what I'd been taught about being polite and truthful when speaking to adults, I began to lie like a rug!!)
Even as my little friend began to respond with a truthful, 'no', I jumped to my feet and loudly proclaimed, " Yes he IS home, and I'll go get him
right NOW!!".......I grabbed my protesting pal by the shirt, and began to drag him toward the back yard! ( I was almost as surprised by this as he
I repeated my 'lie' even louder, to drown out my friend's protests, even embellished it with some 'reason' Daddy had stayed home that day.....I
I had to convince that man that I could produce my father....at least till I could get my Grandmother's attention.
The driver took off with a spurt of gravel, and the truck was bouncing over the railroad crossing down the street, by the time I had reached the back
yard and my Grandmother. ( She had heard the commotion and got a good look at the truck, and described it later to my Dad, who of course did NOT
know the men or the truck!!)
This instance is one of several that have occurred over the years.....many have been humorous ( like the time I announced that I had to go pick up
some fish from the boss), and some I got in trouble for ( the time I told Gram that I knew I was going to fall in a mud-hole with my new coat
What is it exactly? Precognition, mind reading, a long lost natural 'prehistoric' ability for self preservation, or a guardian angel whispering in
my ear?? I can't say for sure....but I'm pretty sure that at least on one occasion it has literally save my neck....