How My Psychic Ability Developed

I have been asked many times over the years how my psychic ability developed. I can’t speak for anyone else, but this is how it happened for me.

As a young child, I had an imaginary friend, her name was Dee-Dee. My mother said I played with her often. She also said, I blamed Dee-Dee for almost everything. Saying things like, “I didn’t do it, Dee-Dee did!”  My mother said when I was four years old, after my brother was born, Dee-Dee just went away. The rest of my childhood was pretty much uneventful, with the exception of a few prophetic dreams.

As a teenager, I had an uncanny ability to narrowly escape trouble. I probably should have been dead ten times over. Always, at the last second, I would always change my mind – decisions that ultimately saved my life.

Then, when I turned 19, about a year or two after I had my first son, things began to change. It began with a visitation from a girl who looked exactly like me, except, she had darker features. My hair was blonde, hers was brown…that sort of thing. She terrified me, but by being aware of her presence my awareness was heightened all together.

I started off going to parties and after a couple of drinks, I found myself going around the room, from person to person, connecting them with deceased relatives and friends. Mostly, giving brief messages. This became almost expected entertainment once I arrived. Doing these readings was not only mind-blowing for those receiving them, but for me as well. They caused me mind-shattering headaches.

To conquer oneself is the best and noblest victory; to be vanquished by one’s own nature is the worst and most ignoble defeat ~ Plato

This soon got out of control. I was only able to do these readings when I was drinking at first. Then, it became as though I was a telephone for the other side. I couldn’t go to the grocery store, or even get gas, without hearing very loud in my head some message for the sales clerk, or the person next to me getting gas. This caused me to be afraid to leave the house. Not to mention how stupid I felt walking up to complete strangers and saying something like, “Excuse me, you don’t know me, but I have a message for you from your aunt who committed suicide…” It wasn’t always well received. But, I was always given enough information, for the person with the intended message to listen.

I then took to studying. I found ways to control the info coming in. The first technique I practiced was to do relaxation techniques before I went to sleep – the same exercises used for meditation. I would close my eyes and “look into the darkness”. Basically, this entailed staring into the back of my eyelids. I would do this until I started to see ‘lights’. The lights would turn into pictures. The pictures would move toward me and then pass by. One after another. Then, I would sit up and remember what I saw and write it down.

The next thing I needed to do was learn how to decipher the information coming in. Most of my psychic ability comes to me in the form of a visual image – kind of like a memory, but one that is not my own. If not a memory, then sometimes a symbol. Something to relate to in order for me to express it. I needed to learn to differentiate between my own thoughts and imagination and the psychic information being presented.

In learning to know other things, and other minds, we become more intimately acquainted with ourselves, and are to ourselves better worth knowing ~ Philip Gilbert Hamilton

The psychic information comes from the middle of my forehead, then out of my mouth. No thought required. The best way for me to describe it is that it is like using you’re ABC’s. You don’t have to think about them, they just come out of your mouth. That is how my ability works for me.

This process took me years to figure out. I still don’t always have control over it. I probably never will. I do struggle with it often. There are times when it changes, without prior notice. Sometimes, it requires a time of rest. That happens when I need to learn something. I won’t do readings during this learning  process.

The only other thing that I can say about my psychic ability, is that I have never been able to see things for myself or those closest to me. Unless, it is imminent danger. Or, when my kids are lying to me. Or, something is seriously wrong with a loved one. But, that’s pretty much it.