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Originally Posted by Nov3
My mother in law had the gift. I witnessed it one evening. She was intuitive extraordinare! She also had a sixth sense about ppl. She knew things and struggled with sharing it with the person or just staying quiet. She had no problems telling me what a peon I was on her eyes. She was right though... anyone who hurt her son deserved that opinion....
My best friend in junior high..her grandma had a spiritual gift. She was good at picking up on energies...
I think it's possible to have the gift...
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Well, I've shared this story on this forum (City Data as a whole, not this particular area), but I will retell it here in light of the quoted post.
Back in college, I befriended someone who was brilliant in math and helped me understand it very well. Her explanation was so simple and made perfect sense that I asked out loud, "Why didn't anyone ever say it like that before? I've wasted so many years trying to get this because no one ever explained it that way."
She and I became fast friends. We hung out a lot, and we had another friend who joined our little group to become 3. Math girl and I would even go to Denny's and do math homework, that's how much we enjoyed not only math, but each others company.
So, it should not be a surprise that when she met a guy, she wanted to introduce him to me and the other girl. We'll call other girl...OG. The night arrives, and Math Girl picks us up to drive over to her new bf's house to meet him.
We arrived, got out, walked up to the door, rang the doorbell, and the split second that he opened the door, before he ever even said "hello", every single alarm bell went off inside me. I can't explain the feeling, exactly, but I can try by stating it was heavy, I was filled with fear...sort of, I tensed up, I was on high alert, and I just felt an overwhelming dread. It was like thick, dark, and horrible. And all he had done up to that point was open the door.
We went inside, he gave us a house tour, we then sat down in the living room, and there was talking. I have no idea what we talked about, how long we were there, I don't even remember doing much talking at all, if any. I just remember that I knew he was a bad person. A lot of people like to argue with me about this stating that he "must have done something" to make me think that - his mannerisms, or something he said, or his tone, blah, blah, blah, because, and I am paraphrasing from what someone said on this very forum when I told the story: It had to be something. There was no way that I would "just know" because even trained police detectives can't do that.
Well, guess what. There was nothing for anyone to see or hear. All he did was open the door. Literally, the first second seeing him is when that feeling totally enveloped me.
On the way home, my friend wanted to know what I and OG thought about him. The feeling was so strong, I could not lie to my friend. So I tried not to reply at all. I diverted attention away from me to OG. OG of course gave glowing reviews, and Math Girl was happy. She then turned back to me and wanted to know what I thought. Math Girl and I were such good friends, she really actually wanted to know, and would not relent despite my attempts to move on from the subject with "Oh, it doesn't matter what I think, what matters is that you're happy" and other such statements. She would not let up. She started to get upset with me and demanded to know why I wouldn't tell her what I thought.
Well. As evidenced by replies to my story from people on this very forum, just how do you think I'm going to tell someone, "He's evil....but I can't tell you why because I don't know why, I just know. I felt it." Yeah, who believes that nonsense? But that's exactly what I had to end up telling her. Guess how that went over?
As time went on, Math Girl and I grew apart, mainly because of what I said, and mainly because, as it turns out, I was also right. She didn't see it at first. He was a control freak. He tried to control everything about her, and he sure as heck didn't want her coming around me. He would sit outside her work (she worked in a restaurant at the time while in school), and would watch her through the glass windows of the restaurant until her shift was over, and then driver her home. (I found this out much later.)
Fast forward to 3 years later. I had not seen or talked to Math Girl in 3 years. I was sitting in a Denny's, ironically enough, when I saw a waitress's back, and I knew that back. That was Math Girl. I went up to her, said, "Hi, Math Girl."
She turned around, saw me, her face filled with...shock, horror, not sure what else, and the very first words that she said to me were: "OMG! OMG! OMG! You were right, he tried to kill me."
After 3 years, that was what she said. Not "hello" "how are you doing" "what do you want", but that. She didn't talk much about it, but I found out that he had legit tried to actually kill her. She had moved away from the area for awhile and was now back, putting her life back together. Even though I offered her my phone number, I knew, and she knew, unfortunately our friendship was over because...she would always look at me in horror and regret for not listening and treating me badly when I told her the truth. I knew that I would always look at her with sadness that it happened, and that I should have tried harder to protect her from someone I knew, somehow, was very bad.
I wrote all of this to say: I'm not clairvoyant. I have no "gift". I don't see the future, I can't read people as a clairvoyant claims, I have no special powers.
What I do have are very, very strong instincts. My instincts were trained very early on in my life due to an horrifically abusive household from the time I was born until I was 4 1/2 years old. There's always icing on the cake in any situation: I developed extremely strong instincts that have never, ever been wrong. The only time I fail is when I don't listen to them, make excuses, etc. I've learned not to do that anymore.
I don't think anyone out there has some great gift or special powers or can see the future. But I do believe that I'm not the only person who has a very heightened sense of awareness of everything that goes on around them. It's exhausting to live this way, to be honest, but it also protects us from a lot of problems that a lot of people find themselves in.
Everyone has instincts. Some have stronger instincts than others. And some of us have extremely strong instincts. I'm not "bragging" about mine, I earned mine the hard way and would not wish that on anyone, I'm simply pointing out that instincts play a huge part in some of these "readings" from "psychics". (Along with, as others have said, research and/or throwing out very vague statements and having the other person fill in the blanks for them, unknowingly.)
If I had called myself a psychic and you witnessed what I just wrote, you would claim I was "real". I'm not a psychic at all, nor have I ever claimed to be one. It's all instincts, and that's what I believe a lot of psychics rely on.