posted on Nov, 27 2009 @ 08:29 AM
I've done a few odd things over the years.
As a kid I could hear things that logically couldn't be heard if I wanted to know what was happening at a distance, (I mean a mile or two away.) I'd
just focus and listen and hear as clearly as if they were close bye.
I could also just shut my eyes and "see" the family clock. These things seemed quite normal. I lived in a little backward community and people there
just accepted what happened without judgemental ideas that certain things are impossible.
If I got teased too much on the school bus I'd rise up out of my body. That was fun because I could float around and look at everyone.
When kids at school were hurting, (mostly muscle sprains or headaches,) they'd come to me to make them better. Touching where they hurt seemed to
When I was 14 a friend was about to tell me what her mother gave her for her birthday. Suddenly I could see her new hand-made embroidered cardigan in
front of me, just like it was really there. With my mind I could turn it inside out and move it around, looking at everything carefully. June was
pretty surprised when I described it exactly and asked me to "see" things for our other three friends. So I tried to, just to make them happy.
This all happened in the schoolyard, just sitting on our favourite patch of grass in a shady area. About as mundane a setting as you could pick.
I "saw" one in a big car (which I'd never seen) with her family and described everything, and she said that was an outing they'd just had. I
"saw" another outside her house, which again I'd never seen, And she was delighted that I could describe it. The third vision then came with no
effort at all. I saw Elizabeth all in white, with wings and a halo. I didn't know what to say, but it seemed the look on my face gave it away. They
kept pressuring me to tell and I just couldn't. Then Elizabeth started to cry, "I'm going to die, aren't I? I'm going to die!"
Obviously there was no point in keeping my mouth shut, so I told them what I'd seen.
That night Elizabeth got home to find her mother greeting her with a surprise. It was an outfit she'd made her for a fancy-dress ball.
She was the happiest angel there.
I never tried to see things like that again.
Quite a few things happened around that age. Fourteen year old girls are renowned for this stuff. Another time I dreamed a friend introduced me to her
mother, who was wearing a large brightly coloured hat covered with fruit. At a local dance the next week she wanted to take me to the other side of
the hall to meet her mother. I said, pointing, "Oh, I see her over there."
"How do you know that's her?" my friend asked suspiciously. Realising I'd given myself away to this born-again Christian friend who was obsessed
with looking for witches, I tried to cover, telling her she'd described the hat to me recently.
"How could I?" she demanded. "Mum only bought that yesterday."
Telepathy is something I've always taken for granted. I'm sure there's a natural explanation for it and it's not paranormal at all. I feel my
kid's emotion's when they are strong, to the extent of knowing when they need recuing, and knowing once when my daughter, being badly treated while
working at Hungry Jacks, was aching to throw bricks through their window. It took a while to sort out that time that the anger was not mine, and work
out what was going on.
When people are wanting to tell me something but holding it back I hear it anyway. I tend to answer before I realise I heard with my mind, not my
ears, which has left some people pretty perplexed.
I've had other predictive dreams as an adult, and been warned of danger about to happen, which meant I could save myself from an accident on the road
which would most likely have killed me.
I know there's a bunch of stuff I've left out, but I can't remember it all at once. Lots of other healing incidents, but they are just an aspect of
what I am rather than something I intentionally do.
The weirdest thing to happen to me was when a big creepy man forced me into a corner and tried to kiss me. He revolted me so much I couldn't bear to
touch him to push him off, and I was furious because of his recent lies and manipulative behaviour. Without intending to I lifted a hand that wasn't
a hand, both my physical hands were down at my sides still, and all my pent up anger and disgust came out at once in something between a punch and a
bolt of lightening, and he landed sprawling on the floor on the other side of the room. (I was molested as a kid, and I think the anger from that had
been waiting to break through.)
My daughter was dating his son, so he spoke to her when he got back home. "I don't know what your mother is, but she certainly isn't human." He
was still shaking and downed a bottle of spirits.
From all the things that have happened to me I can only believe our physical world is an illusion, and we are all one interconnected organism.
This means we should care just as much for any stranger as we do for ourselves, because self is an illusion. You are just as much me as I am.
Chatting to people on the internet can be a great tool for spiritual growth, because developing caring, even loving, relationships with people you
never see helps break down the boundaries of self. I'd recommend everyone practice exchanging loving hugs with people in other countries.
I don't mean sexting, at least not unless the relationship has developed into a loving commitment.
You can feel love and hugs being given from across the world, even unplanned ones when your computers are turned off. You just need to practice tuning
in to a person and caring about them.