"What is it like to be psychic?"
I get asked this all the time and I always have to stop and remember that the way I go through my day is very unlike most people’s reality. It is super weird, incredibly funny, eye-roll provoking on occasion, sometimes spooky, many times surreal and also, my normal.
I see and hear and sense things that other people don’t (yet). When I was young I was quite puzzled that no one would mention these extra perceptions. I finally realized they just weren’t having the same experience I was having.
I can literally feel in my body when someone is lying. I will listen to their story but my body starts to feel off kilter. When I recommend we dig deeper (my kind way of calling them out) and we hit on actual truth, my entire body relaxes and feels aligned once more.
I sometimes have to watch someone’s mouth moving to make sure I am responding to what they actually said as opposed to what I heard in my head that was their unvoiced thought. If people don’t know I have this ability they get very shocked when I inadvertently say something they are thinking. I can’t help it - I just get words or images in my head and before I know it, my mouth is speaking about it! AWKWARD!
I sometimes have to check if the person I see in front of me is a full bodied human or someone from another dimension. I called my mom one night very excited that I had seen a Broadway legend in the bathroom of a cabaret. She said “Honey, I think she is still alive.” and I had to respond “I know! I actually saw her” Nice that the family understands!!
When I am walking down the street in the wrong direction, I will feel a hand on my back reorienting me the right way. This honestly used to freak me out. I did not like the sensation of unseen hands on my body. On the other hand (pun intended) I am frequently lost, so it has proven quite useful.
the fun stuff:
I call the collective consciousness that I have access to “my possee." I have individuated them at times, but we all agree it is just easier to make it one voice in general when I am in dialogue with them.
I am NEVER alone. It’s sort of like that phone commercial where the guy’s entire network is following him around everywhere. I have, I am told, an entire stadium full of observers with me at all times. I sometimes ask to be given some space, but I am so used to it now it doesn’t really bug me. And everyone is available at all times to chat with, to joke with, to ask questions, and to commune with. Quite comforting.
I use what I call “psychic secretary” so whenever I am scheduling anything - I get told - “no, don’t do it at 2PM, make it 3PM” and sure enough on my way, there is the traffic jam I would have not anticipated if it weren’t for that heads up when I made the appointment. VERY handy!
Any question about anything is answered. I just have to ask. And believe me - I have!! And the answers are many times mind blowing but I always have to say, even when they are not what I expected to hear, they always feel accurate. And the crazy part is sometimes I will ask something that I can look up for accuracy later - and sure enough - completely correct. It’s like being your own Wikipedia.
I certainly don’t mourn the way I used to. While I will instantly sob at the thought of not being able to hug a loved one again, I can’t say that I don’t have immediate access to their love, their humor, their awareness, their very specific personalities at any moment. It’s like I can now only speak to them on the phone, but at least they know what is going on with me and I can check in with them as well. Very comforting.
Holy cow the amount of insight I get around situations and people. And my ability to assist is off the charts. It never gets old, it is never dull, each person and their situation is so unique and beautiful. I am constantly amazed by the level of clarity and accuracy I have the honor to display. It’s like being able to take an X-Ray without needing any equipment.
the not so fun stuff:
I take a lot of showers. I tend to get very sticky with all of the dense thoughts and feelings around me and have a hard time shaking it off unless I let the water clear it out. Keeps me very clean, but when I don’t remember to do this, I can get really grumpy without realizing the cause.
Working with these abilities are not for the faint of heart. Since there is no Hogwarts and we don’t come with an instruction manual, it takes a LOT of trial and error to figure it all out. It can be frustrating, heartrending, depressing and deeply shocking to the entire system as you make headway and as you make mistakes. ARGH!!!
Maneuvering with abilities that are not totally recognized in this culture is sometimes tricky. It can be alienating at times and confusing at others. And until recently, how and when to choose to let someone know you can do these things is a conundrum unto itself. I spent decades under the radar. Now I don’t care as much and I also think there is a wider awareness and acceptance of alternative experiences. But boy, that is frankly pretty new.
Not always knowing what is happening can be very frightening. The first time I saw an actual other being in my room (not in my mind’s eye) frankly scared the #$#^ out of me. I called a friend and asked him to help me make it go away. He checked in and paused and said, “You know Michelle, we can do that for now, but I get that at some other point this will not be so unwelcome for you.” In that moment I couldn’t even begin to imagine that was the case. I just wanted that lady who was looking down at me to be gone gone gone. But sure enough, nowadays, while I don’t love to be surprised, I certainly don’t mind when they show up.
The stories are endless because frankly, having these abilities ensure that each day is going to surprise you in one way or another. You get to live with tiny (and sometimes not so tiny) miracles every day of your life. To the point that I sometimes take for granted what would be for any other person an extraordinary moment in time.
I get to take for granted that my day will flow because I have extra eyes looking from the mast and shouting directions down at me while I steer the ship (of course that assumes I listen to them).
I get to take for granted that someone or something is doing everything humanly and not humanly possible to help make my dreams come true, to give me all of the experiences I am yearning for or at least to make me laugh when things get nuts.
I get to take for granted that what the world still deems a “mystery” is an every day reality - incontrovertible to anyone in my presence. I can’t tell you how many times people say to me “what just happened?” when they realize something completely out of space, time, logic, science, or rational explanation has occurred and there is nothing they can do, say or believe to undo that experience or deny it.
Yeah. It’s real.
Welcome to my world. (and if you would like to see what YOUR psychic abilities are, dive into The Intuition Tool Kit!)