Cosmic Charades

So many people ask what it’s like to have psychic abilities. I neer knew everyone didn’t until I was in my late twenties; maybe that’s naïve, but that’s the way it is.

I’ve always had interests in the paranormal, a typical ‘geek’ in school, decent grades without trying, but a social outcast. Being in a chaotic family didn’t help things.

Then there was ‘the knowing’, just knowing things without remembering where they had been read or seen, I assumed I had seen or read the information somewhere and just couldn’t remember.

My first memorable experience happened when I was 20 after moving to Arizona. We had just moved there and were living in a hotel for a few weeks until we found a house to rent; my husband was working there and I had my oldest, she was 18 months old. I had recently found out I was pregnant with our second daughter.

We were walking back from the store along a busy street. It was a beautiful October day in the desert, and we were taking our time. Suddenly a jeep jumped the curb about 100 yards ahead of us, crashing into a bus stop sign. I was so scared I knocked the small bag I had on the top of the stroller. I picked it up, and looked at the jeep, but there was nothing there; the sign was intact, and there was nothing there.

I spent a few minutes trying to figure out what had just happened, it was so real! We got moving again, and just as we did, the jeep jumped the curb and hit the sign… right about where we would have been walking if I hadn’t stopped.

After that I started to pay more attention to the feelings and things that happened around me, not consciously, but I did seem to notice them more.

Life went on, and eventually I was divorced, a single parent with three small daughters. That’s a whole other book though.

More of the strange things were happening around me, and I found myself not even making note of them anymore, they were part of the daily routine now. I remember clearly walking down the hallway of my apartment, the girls were taking a bath, and thinking “oh crap, I don’t want to have to deal with putting that shower curtain back up!”, taking a moment to wonder why I thought that, then hearing the crash as it came falling down.

Over the next few years I found new people with similar interests and learned about things like wicca and other belief systems, but never really felt like I was completely part of any group I found. Things still happened that I wasn’t sure about, and now I started to notice something else peculiar; I was going through lots of light bulbs. More than the average person (I was told by friends); I guess I really didn’t notice anything unusual until they started pointing it out to me. The guy I was dating at the time suggested I have the apartment checked out because it seemed I was always having him replace lightbulbs. They said there was nothing wrong with the fixtures, and suggested I call them and use their lightbulbs used in other apartments. They started going through more themselves. Not that it was a daily thing, but we replaced bulbs on the avereage of every six weeks in rooms I spent most of my time. In my kids rooma nd the back patio the original bulbs were still working (in the 18 months I lived there).

When I started telling the man I was dating that he was getting a call soon and what it was about, he was very uncomfortable, but then grew to like the ‘heads up’. Later on when we were both seeing other people he still appreciated it when I would call to let him know something was about to happen. This seemed particulalry strong with him, I don’t get that