My neighbor hosted a verified psychic whose first career was in singing. Her angst revolved in not knowing that she was ‘different’. She said she grew up not knowing that her gift was not a common event in others.
My angst was in knowing I was different. Since early childhood, I knew there was another ‘stream’ of reality which periodically evidenced itself in dynamic movement. That ‘movement’ was anything from precognition to telekinesis.
This high ‘psi’ quality ran in my family. My Mom had the most uncanny ‘guesses’. My sister and I are synchronistic ‘twins’ though separated in birth by nearly a full two years. Although we grew up together, we were not close. As adults, we have been living far distances from one another. But when together, the flow of our twin actions are breathtaking to those who know either her or me. They see us act in spontaneous ‘twinship’.
My theory is that my Mother was botched around by Dr. Mengele...the infamous Nazi scientist who experimented on humans tortured in Auschwitz. This might be completely conjectural except that many of my physicians have called me “an odd duck” when it came to administering medications. When I saw the origins of the X-Men’s character “Magneto”...I giggled…thinking that’s probably a similar origin to my gifts…the intense torture of quasi-psi persons in Concentration Camp. My telekinesis episodes haven’t recurred in 40 years but they did occur.
Getting back to my angst: the spiritual atmosphere of my family of origin was fundamental Americanism. Work, have a family and get good grades. My family was decent and intelligent. My Dad as real as the Rock of Gibraltar.
Surprise Surprise: was when he acknowledged my ‘gifts’. He said to me, “Your Grandma had gifts.” I was in my early thirties when he told me that. My shocked response was, “Don’t you think that would have helped me if I knew that earlier in my life.?!” Angst. Pure Angst. I was in a worse funk than before he told me because I had to deal with a new reality for myself. I had not fully admitted this giftedness to myself and still have not.
So now I know I’m one of those people with spiritual gifts that some people call “special”. To me, I’m not so special….I shop at Walmart; I do laundry, I work, I got good grades.
But I do see streams of realities and sometimes have a hard time distinguishing which are real.