From a very young age I knew that the way I saw the world was very different from the images society drew for me. However, I have also always known that there is a connection between all living things that is higher than the physical level, and stronger than any other sense we posses; and so it often troubles me to see how easily this innate intuition is overshadowed by our over developed "societies".
Our sense of fear (primal not taught), our understanding of love (spiritual not cinematic), and even our "physic" encounters are all products of our desire to align the mental and the spiritual within ourselves and with those around us. For some, it seems, that alignment is better developed and results in "paranormal" or "spiritual" experiences.
The path I have set my life on is one that I hope, in this life or the next, will lead me to the full submergence of mind and spirit. I understand that for many the practice of religion is the path they have chosen for their lives, and any "spiritual" encounters are then attributed to their aligning beliefs, i.e. Angels, demons, ghosts, miracles, ect.
It is peculiar that such a vast range of spiritual ideologies would find themselves in a quest to describe what are unanimously determined to be encounters "of a higher level". Perhaps such a quest is the answer to breaking the religious boundaries our societies have placed on us. Just maybe the path I am currently on has allowed me to experience a wide range of "physic" abilities. Here is just one: The summer of my senior year in high school I accompanied my teammates and coaches from my school's academic team to Washington D.C. Where, among many of our tourist destinations, we visited President George Washington's Mt. Vernon estate. The moment I stepped onto the property grounds I was overcome with a sense of clarity, a vast amount of instantly acquired knowledge, and a sincere internal peace that I'd never before experienced. The best way I can describe it is that I had been there before, in a time when it was not a tourist attraction; but a home. I walked inside the estate's main building; home to Washington's family, and I somehow knew where I was going. Having never visited there before I should have been confused by my ability to direct my path exactly where I desired it to be; the kitchen, a specific bedroom, a study. It was familiar in a sense that was so much more than physical. Throughout the entire tour I knew exactly what the tour guide was going to tell us before she even opened her mouth, things like who slept in which room, the names of the slaves that lived in a small house on the estate; I could nearly see their faces, smell their bodies. I knew random facts about the slaves and all the people that worked and lived there.
Eventually my teammates had to drag me from the historic grounds, that is, after they found me hidden away in a small secluded area that seemed more like home to me than anything ever has.
Physic? Maybe, or just peculiar?
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