A number of years ago, I began my remembering process unexpectedly and by accident. In short, things happened that got my attention. Early on, I kept running into words like "psychic" and "sensitive." In those days, I still identified myself as "just a writer." I would go into a little coffee shop on the Fayetteville Square and write poetry and drink iced grasshoppers. Sometimes I would enter a kind of altered state as I sat in my booth gazing at the summer flowers that dazzled the Square with electric yellows, reds, and purples. During those altered states, poems would spill onto the pages of my journal, whole and full-fledged, needing little revision. I was amazed and confounded by this development. This was just a glimmer of things to come.
Al Young and the Psychic Housekeeper
One day as I was taking a break from my writing, I wandered into the bookstore that adjoined the coffee shop. It was an independent bookstore with narrow aisles and offbeat books. On a sale table, I discovered a novel about a psychic housekeeper by a writer named Al Young. The title of the book was Seduction By Light. I had never heard of Al, but by then, I'd already begun following the word psychic around. Even back then, I was fascinated with the notion of combining literary writing with the brave new ideas such as psychic sensitivity that had begun to visit my mind.
I took Al's book home, and then promptly got busy with other things and forgot about it. There it sat on my bookshelf for the better part of a year until one day sitting at my computer, I glanced up and noticed it. By "chance," the book had gotten dislodged from the row of books on the shelf and was teetering precariously on the edge. Suddenly Al and the psychic housekeeper came back to me. I picked up the book and something flashed through my mind. There was a flier on my desk about a poet reading that night. The featured poet was named Al Young. Could it be one and the same? I wondered. I took Seduction By Light with me and showed up at the poetry reading. Al was surprised to see the book, which had been out of print for some time. We both agreed it was an odd "synchronicity" that he was a visiting professor in the university's writing department that year.
Any doubts that I’d had about psychic sensitivity were dispelled by the Al Young incident. I now knew (and perhaps more importantly, I believed) something was going on.
The Book Game
Soon afterward, I began playing the "book game" where I would ask a question, then allow myself to be led to a book on the shelf,. I would open the book at "random" to a certain page. The answer would always be there.
By the time the book game began, I had acquired several hundred books on spiritual and metaphysical topics, so using my books as a giant Tarot deck was a natural. I would pick up a book, feel its vibration and some part of me just "knew" the information contained there. Maybe "remember" would be a more accurate way to put it.
Soon I began pursuing otherworldly knowledge in a more direct way. I knew enough to have a few dozen questions swirling around in my head at any given time.
Opening to Channel
As my finances allowed, I got readings from psychics and intuitives. These were "professionals" that were able to answer some of my most pressing questions so I could move on to others. In between readings with others, I began trying to answer some of these questions myself. A perennial do-it-yourselfer, I simply emulated the processes I'd seen others use. (Once again, it is more likely my observations of others prompted my memories of my own abilities).
Before long I was "channeling" almost every day, using a tape recorder to document the answers I received in my sessions. The first answers were about 30% accurate, but over time as I built a belief in myself as a psychic, my "memories" of my psychic abilities became stronger and more clear. I was 50% more accurate, then 60%, then 75% and so on. (I will add here that the information I "downloaded" at that time was 100% accurate; what I was developing was my skill at interpreting and translating it).
There came a time when the readings I received from others were merely validating the answers I received on my own. The last reading I received was several years ago. At the beginning of the session, the psychic looked at me and said, "You're going to be doing what I'm doing." She was right. In fact, I had already begun to "remember" that in this lifetime I would help others through my intuitive abilities. The last few readings I had gotten had seemed more like training sessions for doing my own readings.
Psychic Happenings and Synchronicities
Since I became a "professional" psychic, synchronicities have become an almost daily occurrence.
Last week there were two notable psychic events. The first happened as I was out for my daily walk along the dirt road near our home. As I was walking along, drinking in the afternoon sun, I began to daydream about a scene from a story I am working on. In the scene, I wanted to show a childhood memory where the main character’s family realizes he is psychic. Immediately an image of a snake popped into my mind. It was a large copperhead, curled on a dirt road and well camouflaged among the dust and rocks. Perfect, I decided, my character would "intuit" the snake. In the next second, I came to a full stop and dropped my gaze to the road ahead of me. The same snake I’d just seen in my daydream lay coiled before me, enjoying the afternoon sun. We eyed each other warily as I slowly backed away and followed a route that gave us both more space. Walking toward home, I marveled at the magical "synchronicity" that had just occurred.
The second psychic event happened a few days after the snake encounter. I had spent the morning writing in a bookstore (some things don’t change that much). At a certain time, I knew it was time to go run some errands. My first stop was a copy shop where I planned to run off photocopies for a client. As I pulled into the parking lot, an image came into my mind: I saw my client arriving while I was making the copies. I saw myself handing her the copies. I dismissed this as a possibility. I’d said nothing about when and where I'd be making the copies and besides, my client was orchestrating a musical event that day. The odds of her showing up at the copy shop seemed slim. As I walked toward the shop, I wondered why my intuition had brought me the image in the first place.
A few minutes later, as I was finishing my copying, I looked up to see my client enter the store. She had some last-minute copies to pick up for her event later that day. "Right on time," I thought to myself, marveling simultaneously at the part of me that wasn't surprised at all and the other part of me that was amazed.
Even after all this time, I am utterly amazed at the synchronicities and psychic happenings that rotate through my life at an increasingly dizzying speed. One experience seems to confirm the one before it and build toward the next. They are all intricately related in an infinitely ecstatic and expanding moment of now.
Each psychic event and synchronicity serves to remind me that developing psychic skills is more a journey of discovery than a slow process of starting from scratch. We are all vast beings with unlimited talents and abilities we are just waking up and starting to remember.