This might seem like crazy talk, but this is my current perception on this topic and for me to look back on to see how far I’ve gone with this in the future. I’ve always been apprehensive of talking to people outside of the family about psychics or experiences I’ve had in the past, and this record might be complete comical wash for some, or provide insight on some level for others. But here it is.
According to science, the 6th sense can be explained by manipulative techniques of psychology or even a hyped-up imagination from sci-fi movies.
However, in my experience it’s hard to deny it or feel anyone can convince me otherwise.
Since I can remember, I have always had lucid dreams, like films. Some like an actual movie structure, always on a journey with a mission and others symbolic in ways I couldn’t comprehend at the time but would be predictive messages for event which later took place after.
One of them I had dreamed of blood, tears and the local park during a day dream in class and later that day my sister had a fight in the local park and came home covered in blood, and distraught with tears.
Another time I was half-awake and half-asleep and saw my friends brother wearing a satin waistcoast and juggling at the end of my bed, he was rather good. I had to tell my friend and we laughed it off. The next year a circus training curriculum came to our school to teach some kids some skills and my friends’ brother performed in front of the school, juggling, dressed in exactly the same outfit. My friend was a little bit freaked out but it wasn’t taken as a big deal, we were 9, anything went at this age for us.
I also started to sense things around the house, particularly my mums room and then when we moved, that presence moved to the kitchen. My mum met with a psychic who told her that her nan use to stay in her bedroom in the old house but loves being in the new kitchen in the new house and loved the tiles she choose for the floor.
This freaked me out. As a teenager I felt conflicted by the norms of social acceptance and what I was seeing and feeling. I honestly thought that maybe I was mentally unwell and started to suppress these feelings, I was frightened and even told them to go away. This they did.
This never stopped me going to see a psychic when I was at crossroads, some were bad as it was a game of guessing and going along with yes and no answers for guidance. It was the readings that I didn’t have to say a word that really provided insight. You’re probably thinking, there’s an explaination for all the correct things they say and do, but there isn’t. I just knew I was misguided in mylife by others and believed that a higher beings could help provide clues for the right directions. The guidence worked for me in ways I cannot explain. I would neither encourage or dis-courage anyone from seeing a psychic but only if you felt the want to, or cannot find a solution within yourself.
In the last three years, there had been many changes, I could hardly keep up with myself and had three seperate readings to ensure I was on the right track and the messages were consistant. Each reader was telling me to meditate as my intuition will be getting strong again and that spirit wanted to send messages to me. One reader suggested to test them. I was freaked out and still in the mind set that this is not my social norm, not the practice that would be understood by my peers, my coworkers or even friends. If I went there, would there be no coming back or would my belief system get so conflicted that it would drive me mad.
I asked my mum on her thoughts and if she thought I was crazy. She said no, but I expected this as she also gets them – she dreamed I was walking home without a door key in the morning, so she got up and opened the door to check, I was just walking up the driveway when she asked if I had a key, I searched my bag and I hadn’t, I’d lost it.
After the psychics had given the advice to seek the messages for myself, I was apprehensive and still afraid. I have since attempted meditations and kept a dreambook. The dreams have become symbolic again and now the meditations are being erractic in visuals but insightful. I meditated asking for messages in my dreams to prove the messages are real and help me understand.
There was a dream that was extremely random and symbolic – no idea what frying ice in an iron pan meant but some of the events in the dream had shown up the next day on social media. These were of family events, friends posting photos of a hen party that was in the dream and even people I hadn’t seen for years who were crying in my dream, they had shared a post on how they had lost someone close. This was enough proof for me to believe there are messages that come through from a higher place.
All that said I’m still worried and not confident in myself to handle this journey, or even coming across as a devinient who doesn’t fit inside the social norms.
It’s not a normal topic or post I know, but I just felt if this was written down, it’ll get off my mind.