It was, as I recall, the Christmas when I was 6. Among my gifts under the wonderfully scented Christmas tree was a child's bow and arrow set. I could not have been more pleased. Wild with joy, I soon became a pest with the arrows. Shooting my napping grandfather on the top of his balding head was the last straw. My toy was taken from me and I was told I could have it back when it was warm enough to play outdoors.
By the time this incident happened I was already steeped in my mother's psychic life. Yes, she spoke about psychic experiences and told stories, but there was much more. She lived with her ability every day as if it were a sixth sense. It was a constant in her life, which also meant my life. Much of her information came to her in dreams, as it does for me. My gift is modest, her's was well above average.
So, my bow and arrow set was gone. I was told by my parents they were taking it and they did. I told my mother "You can't do that." "Why not?" She asked. "Because I will go to sleep and dream where it is. Then I will go and get it." My mother said nothing, to the best of my memory. I do remember being very confident. There was no doubt in my mind. I wanted my bow and arrows back and I was going to find them.
I went to our living room and fell asleep on our sofa. I dreamed I was searching our house, beginning in our attic, the top floor. When I did not find my toy I continued the search. I searched the entire house from top to bottom.
In the basement was an old furnace. To the left of the furnace and slightly set back, nestled against the wall, were 2 heavy cardboard barrels. In 1 of the barrels, covered with an old tablecloth, was my bow and arrow set.
I awoke and made a beeline for the barrel. My bow was there, just as I saw. I recovered it and went upstairs, passing my mother in the kitchen. When I saw her I gave her a childish smug look and, I think, said something like "Told you you couldn't take it."
That was roughly 65 years ago. I tell this story now so that people might know what is possible in the psychic world.
For many years I considered finding my bow the result of a psychic dream. Now, a bit more learned, I regard what happened to be an out of body experience. Perhaps it could be considered an example of remote viewing. No matter what it was, this happened to me just as I have described.