Life as a Psychic
This life as a psychic is a strange existence no matter how much I try to be ‘”normal.”
A couple of weeks ago, I opened up to another level psychically that is quite amazing to me. I can read people in an instant which is great when it comes to work, but when it comes to everyday life, I’ve become even more of a hermit than I was before. Last week when I was around so many people at the Cottage House, I had to consciously keep my head down and just do my job cashering. I felt like if I looked at someone for more than a second or touched them physically, I could tell you their life story.
I’m so conscious of my soul and her journey’s out of the body to visit old friends. A friend of mine was in a motorcycle accident a couple of weeks ago, and I can feel when my soul shoots down to Arizona to check on him.
I feel my soul talking to my old friend Nick Bunick in Oregon about his updated version of the book The Messengers and also talking to him about “the old days” when we were together in a past life.
At least once every day I shoot down to Nebraska to check on my son and his family and out to Eagan to check on my mom.
I have to consciously not think about anyone for too long or I start to tune into them and that’s not something I want to do. There are so many people going through stressful times right now and it’s not going to ease up for awhile.
I wish there was a way to get people on a spiritual path without having to go through so much pain in their life, but so far, that seems to be the one thing that brings them to their knees. That place of surrender where we ask different questions. Where we want to understand the meaning of life and of our own lives.
I see the pain that people need to go through and I also see their unwillingness to change or to grow and I always wonder WHY do we resist change so much? Why is it so important to hold on to our same old comfortable lives? Our souls come here to change and grow and yet we fight it all the way.
I didn’t mean to digress there but seeing all of this pain and drama in people’s lives is what brought it up.
Seeing it and not being able to talk to people about it. Seeing where people are stuck and knowing they do not want to change it.
Seeing. Seeing is the issue here. Seeing things so clearly and yet detaching myself enough so that I can function “like normal people” which brings me to the problem with living like this.
I haven’t done my taxes yet, which is not like me. I can’t remember names or faces anymore. I can’t remember conversations I had with people a week ago. I wake up in the morning and I feel like I’m living on a completely different realm. I see myself becoming more and more like my psychic teacher. She was quite a hermit also and incredibly psychic. She called me one day to ask me if I was eating vegetable soup and who’s cat was sitting next to me. I looked down at my vegetable soup and said “uh, huh, it’s vegetable soup and I’m babysitting my sister’s cat right now.”
I’m not used to being this opened up psychically. It’s either going to pass or I’ll get used to it.
The jury’s out on how this is going to go. As I’ve said in other blogs, I like stretching myself to see how much I can do with my abilities. How accurate can I be with people’s information? Can I get better at seeing the future? Can I get clearer, more accurate details from the deceased? Can I predict the upcoming earth changes? Read people’s health in minute details? The thing about being psychic is that it really is an amazing gift and I want to continue to find out what’s possible. My main concern is the price I might pay for opening my abilities as much as possible. This is new territory for me. I want to open up more and see what’s possible and still be able to function in this reality. Get the taxes done, remember people’s names and recent conversations we’ve had. Be solidly grounded in my life and not feel so confused by everything in my day to day living.
So if you’re waiting for me to reply to an email, or set up an appt. or call you back…………………..
please be patient with me and with this process. In order for me to be the teacher I want to be, I need to go there first and then show others how to go there. It’s an interesting journey to say the least.
And people say this stuff isn’t real.