Being a psychic human.

I believe that every human has the ability to be intuitive. It is not an unusual ability, it is part of each one of us.  As we evolved, so the need to live by our wits diminished and fewer people displayed the ability to be psychic. Also, it has been and still is, quite severely frowned upon in some society and as a result any natural ability has been quashed through fear. Children will descibe having seen a dead relative who they never met, knowing details they have never been told. This is sadly met by statements like "no you didn't" or "don't be silly."  Psychic ability can, very easily be learned if the mind is open to it. Some people, like me, displayed the ability from early childhood. It could be that it was an innate skill passed down through generations where it was acceptable, possibly through necessity or a bit of both.  I say through necessity because I was adopted and I have felt down the years that this skill helped me cope by making me hyper-aware.  People often claim to have suddenly developed psychic abilities after a life trauma or at least have experienced some kind of supernatural event. They will tell of their lives changing unalterably thereafter. I am not afraid of my ability and embrace it, the good and the bad. It saved my daughter's life when she was three. I started feeling very jumpy about three days before this happened and on the day I felt so weird that I thought I was coming down with a bug. I drove her to play school and told the teacher that I was  worried about her and to keep an eye. By the time I collected her, I was a wreck. We stopped at the superette and ran in to buy a couple of things. As we stood at the till, I heard what I thought was gunfire. I pulled my daughter to the floor as the huge wooden beam above the tills came crashing down exactly where we had been standing. The unfortunate lady standing at the next till was hit on the head as she looked up. She sadly died of her injuries later in hospital. As the dust settled, I noticed that the odd feeling had gone and realised what my sick feeling had been. If I had not been so jumpy and hyper-vigilant, my daughter may have been badly injured or worse. This is my advice to anyone who has those niggling feelings. Listen to your little voice. Do not ignore it. It is part of you.

On apathy and other things.

This is my first blog so I am a little trepidacious as I type. Inspired by a good friend and irked by the sometimes narrow minded views on Facebook, I signed up. FB, as I shall now refer to it, can be a wonderful way to connect with relatives in far flung places, watch the antics of beloved pets and laugh at ridiculousness of some comments. When it comes to serious causes that are close to my heart, few bother to get involved. I suppose people are more want to consider the pretty, the good and shy away from things that don't directly affect them or make them think.  Understandable in this day and age where stress is the norm I suppose. However, I personally feel that apathy is an awful thing. There is always a way to do something. If I cannot help, can I find someone who can?  Maybe this is more a part of my personality and paramedic training, but I fear for a society in which the phrase "don't tell me, I don't want to know" is becoming the norm.  This is also true when it comes to anyone or anything that is perceived as different. As a practising psychic, I have experienced this first hand. Strangely enough, although terribly sceptic, some people are fascinated. I have learned how to cope with the naysayers because I have been doing this for a very long time. I am secure in my "otherworldly knowledge." It is just such a pity that my "information" that could help is often overlooked as rubbish. That said, I have been able to help, particularly in missing people cases and one person found is a triumph to me. Are we humans really naieve enough to believe that  unless we can see something, it is not there? I cannot explain where the images, words or feelings come from, but I know that what I experience is real and relevant. What I get often makes no sense to me, but means something to others. Sometimes the clues are almost riddle-like. Having this gift is a blessing and a curse. It takes me into dark corners of society and gives me glimpses of life I would rather not see. I choose to accept this though because I am sometimes able to give hope in a seemingly hopeless situation.