Who am I?
A question we all ask ourselves at some point.
It's one of the hardest questions to answer because we are always changing. Who we were 10 years ago may be a completely different person from who we are now... or who we will be in 10 more years.
As a child I had vivid dreams and an imagination as big as a solar system. I knew things I couldn't have just known and I was eccentric from the start.
Those things I just somehow knew... my parents weren't quite sure what to make of it. My mother told me I had a wonderful imagination and perhaps I just thought these things up. And what a coincidence that what ever I had been "imagining" had actually happened. Other times she said I must have overheard something or someone must have told me...
I can't fault her for that. She was the daughter of a brilliant scientist and my father worked in the aerospace industry. With all that sensible stuff about, there was little room for an eccentric child's behaviors that couldn't be proven or disproved with a double-blind study.
But there I was... and there were an awful lot of "coincidences" throughout my childhood.
As I grew older, the coincidences became harder and harder to ignore. Yet I was still programmed to look for scientific explanations or discount my premonitions as my parents had for so many years. Even when I *knew* it was something more than just coincidence or a good guess, I had a difficult time having faith in myself.
The dreams...
Colors, sounds, smells, emotions...
Earthquakes, plane crashes, floods, disasters...
Some of my dreams were quite literal while others were symbolic.
For instance - I had a beautiful Boston Terrier dog in my 20's. One night I dreamed that I took him to a groomer and dropped him off. When I returned, the groomer handed me a beautiful box. In it was a well-groomed hide. I touched it and remarked that it was lovely.
I slowly came to the realization that it was my dog's hide...
Dreams are strange. The things we might recognize right away when we are awake do not always come to us the same way in a dream state.
It took a few moments in the dream to understand that if this was my dog's hide, the hide was not on my dog... and if the hide was not on my dog, my dog was... deceased.
When I looked back up at the groomer, I realized he was wearing a long, black, hooded cape.
I woke from that dream shaken and disoriented. But... I needed to get to work and I shook it off as just a random nightmare.
My dog died in a random accident that day.
As I develop this blog, I will delve into my own experiences as a psychic... my growth and development. I'll also explore my philosophies in the realms of extrasensory perceptions.
My imagination is still as big as a solar system.
Maybe even bigger.
So, welcome to my insanity!
A question we all ask ourselves at some point.
It's one of the hardest questions to answer because we are always changing. Who we were 10 years ago may be a completely different person from who we are now... or who we will be in 10 more years.
As a child I had vivid dreams and an imagination as big as a solar system. I knew things I couldn't have just known and I was eccentric from the start.
Those things I just somehow knew... my parents weren't quite sure what to make of it. My mother told me I had a wonderful imagination and perhaps I just thought these things up. And what a coincidence that what ever I had been "imagining" had actually happened. Other times she said I must have overheard something or someone must have told me...
I can't fault her for that. She was the daughter of a brilliant scientist and my father worked in the aerospace industry. With all that sensible stuff about, there was little room for an eccentric child's behaviors that couldn't be proven or disproved with a double-blind study.
But there I was... and there were an awful lot of "coincidences" throughout my childhood.
As I grew older, the coincidences became harder and harder to ignore. Yet I was still programmed to look for scientific explanations or discount my premonitions as my parents had for so many years. Even when I *knew* it was something more than just coincidence or a good guess, I had a difficult time having faith in myself.
The dreams...
Colors, sounds, smells, emotions...
Earthquakes, plane crashes, floods, disasters...
Some of my dreams were quite literal while others were symbolic.
For instance - I had a beautiful Boston Terrier dog in my 20's. One night I dreamed that I took him to a groomer and dropped him off. When I returned, the groomer handed me a beautiful box. In it was a well-groomed hide. I touched it and remarked that it was lovely.
I slowly came to the realization that it was my dog's hide...
Dreams are strange. The things we might recognize right away when we are awake do not always come to us the same way in a dream state.
It took a few moments in the dream to understand that if this was my dog's hide, the hide was not on my dog... and if the hide was not on my dog, my dog was... deceased.
When I looked back up at the groomer, I realized he was wearing a long, black, hooded cape.
I woke from that dream shaken and disoriented. But... I needed to get to work and I shook it off as just a random nightmare.
My dog died in a random accident that day.
As I develop this blog, I will delve into my own experiences as a psychic... my growth and development. I'll also explore my philosophies in the realms of extrasensory perceptions.
My imagination is still as big as a solar system.
Maybe even bigger.
So, welcome to my insanity!
