I was born to a family with a long tradition of psychic powers: a faith healer, a tea leaf reader, dowsers, herbalists, etc. To top it off, I was born on Halloween, only a couple of minutes before midnight. It made perfect sense that I'd be interested in the paranormal. And I had some minor ability: I could see auras easily, read palms, read tarot, etc.
But I didn't feel psychic. I didn't feel the way I thought I ought -- that instinctive "knowing" sensation when I predicted something or told someone something I should not have known. It felt more like I was reading them, not something beyond them.
That was until the day I figured out I had a nearly useless talent.
Here's how it started, or at least when I realized I was doing it. I was in a convenience store, and nearly ran into a friend I hadn't seen in months. "Jason!" I yelled. "How are you? How have you been? How's your daughter?"
Jason was all smiles, ready to respond until I got to the part about "daughter..." Then his face shuttered. "Daughter? I don't have a kid..."
I was mortified. Performing a clumsy verbal dance, I backed out of the conversation and out of the store. Duh! I berated myself all afternoon -- how could I not know Jason didn't have a kid? He was only 19. Good grief.
But -- I had felt certain he had a daughter. A cute one. I remembered her face. I did not remember who told me, or who showed me the pictures, but I knew darn well I was right. It was strange -- my reality was different from the reality I knew was correct. I felt like I was losing my mind.
The next week, I went to a party. Jason's cousin was there, and a group around him were laughing and talking. "His mom's really upset..."
"So what is he going to do?"
"He doesn't have much choice. She's going to keep it..."
I slipped up and started listening. They were talking about Jason. Just that week, he'd found out his girlfriend was pregnant. Six months later, she had a beautiful baby girl.
But no one needed to tell me about it. I'd already seen the baby, and I knew she was perfect.
Since then, I've paid attention to my feelings about babies and pregnancy. I have never been wrong.
- I predicted a friend with an IUD -- and I knew she had an IUD -- would be pregnant with twins by December, four months off. She was.
- I read tarot on two people I'd just met separately, a boy and a girl. The reading told me, for each, that he and she had just had a child, a girl, and lost it tragically. At the time I commented that it was strange that two readings had come out so similarly, and I must not be doing a good job that night. I later found out they were a couple, and had just given a baby girl up for adoption that month.
- Numerous times I have been able to tell friends, both close by and online, the sex of their unborn babies. I have to "know" before I tell them, otherwise it will not be accurate.
- With each of my own children, I knew the day I got pregnant that it had happened, and what sex they were.
- I miscarried a child several years ago. A friend of mine, a Reiki master, offered to use a pendulum to tell me what sex it was. I held the pendulum, and it stood stock still -- this is weird, since my hand shakes naturally, and my Reiki friend said she'd never seen it happen before. What I didn't know, and only figured out in retrospect, was that the baby was already dead.
It's very cool to have this ability. But I wonder -- why did I get ability with something that people will find out quickly enough anyway -- that doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things? Why not lottery numbers? Or horse race winners? Or stock market jumps?
Why in the world did I get babies?