I can predict sort of dumb things like he is bringing home ice cream that starts with a p. He then brought home pistachio and peanut butter both. I refer to this as being an incidental medium.
Ha ha ha.
@ghandigirl Omg, this is so delightful to read this about you. When I set up this thread, I had hoped to hear from people who have been coming here a while who I'd gotten to know, as well as those who have been lurking, in order to see more of them. Your information fills in so many wonderful blanks. You are a magical person, with energies swirling around you of animals and babies and heaven and departed loved ones.
@bluebelle I love your story. I love how your grandmother knew things without claiming she was intuiting what she knew. I think we know things that matter to us, and people being in love or pregnant, having grandchildren in your life, are important to you. You also saved your family fortune with your stock market messages.
How many times in history have the wives of great men saved them? Shakespeare included that notion in his play Julius Caesar when Brutus and Cassius came to fetch Caesar to come to the Senate on the morning they were going to kill him. Caesar's wife, Calpurnia, had had a nightmare the night before that Ceasar would be murdered and begged him not to go to work that day. But Cassius ridiculed her and Ceasar for listening to the fears of a woman, and so Caesar went off to the Senate to his death. Even back in 1660 England, psychic ability in women was ridiculed and discounted.
But your husband went with your intuition to get back into the market!
@ghandigirl Your creative intuitive life and your incidental mediumship reminds me of my favorite Fannie Flagg novel, Can't Wait to Get to Heaven. Do you know this book? (She wrote Fried Green Tomatoes)
Octogenarian Elner Shimfissle falls off a ladder after accidentally disturbing a hornets' nest while picking figs. After she dies at the hospital, she "wakes up" and visits her late sister in heaven there who has baked a cake there. Elner slips a piece into her pocket and when she later awakes back on earth in the hospital (to the doctors' shock because they thought she had died), a series of magical and comical events occur including that something miraculous happens when her housekeeper snitches that heaven cake and feeds it to her invalid mother. Clearly novelist Fannie Flagg knows what it means to live an intuitive life.
My first revelation of psychic intuition/knowing was a heartbreak. I was about 21 and worked on the 3rd flr of a university and my bf at the time worked on the 6th flr. He was a Univ detective. I was waiting for the elevator and when the doors opened, he was on one side while a female security guard (w the same name as mine) was on the other side. No one was speaking and both were casual, looking straight ahead. Within seconds, I looked at him then looked at her then looked back at him and knew they were seeing each other secretly. He ignored my call that night and when I finally caught up w him, he said “How did you know?! And your eyes showed that you knew and that you knew that I knew!” It wasn’t funny at the time but it’s funny now. I called it intuition then and never imagined a psychic ability. Even after years of knowing how someone would react or the truth of their hidden emotions, film endings or who-done-its, it wasn’t until Jeanne told me in a tarot reading that I have strong psychic abilities that I began to believe it. Certainly knowing what I know now reassured me that I wasn’t being overly emotional all of my life when I knew how people were feeling and how they’d react. It wasn’t imagined after all.
@earthangel Wow. As I read your story I got tingles all over and my eyes welled up. You are a brave and beautiful heart warrior. Imagining your 21 year old girl self confronting that betrayal is so moving. I'm glad you are laughing now.
I think I inherited something from my mother and grandmother, maybe intuition. My mother had second sight and would vividly “see” future events often in time for her to pray and send light. When she was 13 years old my father’s father (my grandfather) died; they were neighbors and shortly afterward she saw the image of my grandfather in her bedroom window surrounded by light and fire. He spoke to her and asked her to take care of my father. And she did.
The first time I thought I was intuitive, or maybe receptive to inner warnings of some kind was when my son was a toddler. We (husband, son and I) were having breakfast at a cafeteria, my son finished up and wanted to get down and walk around so I accompanied him. He was drawn to the busy cashier and all the comings and goings of trays and dishes and stood there watching. All of a sudden I instinctively reached down and swooped him up high. As his feet left the ground a tray of glassware crashed just in front of where they had been, sending glass shards everywhere. I feel like he would have terribly cut had I not reacted to this prompting.
My intuition I think is related to healing. I went to a workshop led by an artist-healer-psychic, this was 35 years ago, and we were to make art. She looked at mine and said that clairaudience would start coming to me (a good guess perhaps, I had instinctively drawn a page of golden colored ears!). At this time I was also learning biofeedback to deal with stress and back pain. One night as I was falling asleep I began hearing a beautiful inner voice in my ear, a woman, calling my name. I heard it in my ear and it resonated in my heart. It was a bit like my mother's voice. Every night for a while I heard it, clear as a bell. I began yoga and meditation classes, quit my corporate job (back pain went away) and studied etheric healing with a teacher, in which I began to “see” form, color, symbols, scenes, etc. and “hear” information. Also got a master’s degree in counseling and am retired from a career as a child therapist and elementary school counselor working with art. I kept my etheric healing work, listening to nature, and dream work resolutely separate from my professional counseling work, though I think the intuitive skills I was learning in both areas reinforced each other. This forum has been a haven – like-minded people with all kinds of skills doing all kinds of things, having light-filled, expansive intuitive experiences.
Thank you for the invitation to think about this, Jeanne.
@jeanne-mayell Thank you, I appreciate this alot bc I never saw myself as a heart warrior then and for a long time. I believed I was a fool who wore her heart on her sleeve and felt too much. I remembered today that this bf was freaked out afterwards and avoided me for a few days. He said I was some kind of “witch” for knowing. He wasn’t trying to be mean but he really was freaked out. His own detective’s insight picked up on my instant knowing and unnerved him. I’m relieved I’m not feeling the betrayal in memory at this time which you so accurately felt. It was a tough time but I also knew then we weren’t meant to be and he surely wasn’t for me!
Thank you for starting this thread and helping me reflect on this topic. I was intuitive as a child but did not understand it. I simply thought I was weird. From an early age, I had an inner radar causing me to sense things that others seemingly couldn’t detect. I would get random thoughts, words or pictures in my head and feel immediate repulsion or attraction to people, places or situations. This exasperated the adults around me who thought I was overly imaginative or emotional. It didn’t help that I grew up in a very loud and extroverted family while being shy and sensitive. The vibes I felt, and especially the random thoughts, words or pictures I would receive out of nowhere would freaked me out when they would come true and because this was so unsettling to me, I chose to ignore them.
In my teens I realized the strategy of ignoring how I felt more often than not got me into trouble. Slowly, I started listening to what I was feeling, especially once I left home for university. When I began my professional career, I soon realized how important it was to acknowledge these vibes. I paid attention to them, the people I worked with and the situations I found myself in, still choosing however to ignore the words, pictures and thoughts that would randomly come to me. These were still too weird for me to accept and they soon went completely silent and stayed that way for many years.
I progressed in my profession quicker than some because I somehow « knew » how to deal with challenges that left many of my colleagues in a bind, to the dismay of some of my more experienced workmates. I was also able to read the men I dated quite well. One of the most notable example of how this came into play was not with someone I dated but involved one of my girlfriends. She was dating a guy whose energy was so negative, I could not stand being near him. My friend couldn’t understand why I felt this way. It was only after he ended up causing her enormous grief that we found out he was involved in criminal activities. From then on, she eagerly introduced me to her dates to find out how I felt about them.
Another example happened in the spring of 2001 when a younger colleague spoke of a casual acquaintance she had recently met and who she felt I should meet because « he was a nice man but too old » for her! As soon as she said his name, an electrical current went through my entire body. I knew without a dought he could be my future husband someday and I was right. We did get married.
As for the thoughts, words and images that would show up at random, they did make a comeback when I entered my forties. With more maturity and life experience, I was finally more willing to accept and make sense of them.
Since I took @jeanne-mayell ‘s intuitive classes, these have come back with a vengeance. The more I meditate and work at accepting whatever comes to me, the clearer and more frequent they appear. I now not only have words, random thoughts and pictures coming to me but also hear music, see videos, and sometimes get vivid dreams as well as symbols I never use to get before. I am also able to interpret their meanings more fully whereas in the past, they were only a mystery.
I now understand that intuition comes in many forms and must admit that discovering this has been one of the greatest surprises of all. I am very grateful for what I am learning from this online community of like minded individuals and for accepting the fact that finally, as I enter my sixth decade, I no longer consider myself an anomaly.
Beautiful. Thank you very much for sharing. I will add some of my intuitive experiences within a couple of days. I love the subject.
Around the age of 10ish, I thought I saw an angel floating from the ceiling as I headed to my bedroom. My mother said that it must have been my guardian angel. A short time after that sighting my grandfather died. As I got older, I would try to pin down what my dreams or strange feelings meant. I have had so many de'ja vu moments. For instance, I had a dream that my husband and I were in a red car and involved in an auto accident. I didn't think anything of it or mention it to anyone because we didn't own a red car. Later my husband surprises me with a red car. About a month later we were involved in a terrible auto accident. I was pregnant and due to deliver within weeks. Thank God we all made it through with no serious injury. I believe my son and grandson hold these gifts as well.