Your strong emotions open up the mind to telepaths around you. Just so you know.

It's been shown that when someone experiences strong emotion, hate, anger, depression, lust, and the like, that it is conveyed in the readings of an EEG (electroencephalogram). This is a machine that reads brain waves. It is actually reading the electrical impulses that the brain emits. These strong emotions show as spikes in the reading, just as REM sleep does.

Those spikes are completely and easily readable to a telepath.

I had an experience at work the other day that just knocked my socks off.

We haven't had Coke Zero in the fridge in awhile; our supplier is out of it. I really wanted one so I went down to the food court (our high-rise building has one of those... it's nice to have around) to get a CZ. When I came back, I walked into the break room and I said to a "gentleman" that I work with, "Awwww, a Coke Zero, but I had to go to Chik-Fil-A to get it."

My meaning there, simply put, is that I do not care for the owner's stand on LGBT feelings on the matter. That is all. I respect his opinion, I don't care for it, but this is the US of A and we get to exercise our First Amendment rights. 'Nuff said. (I do question the wisdom of stating that loud and publicly, thereby alienating a large segment of the buying public, but then again, this is the US.)

My co-worker JUMPED UP, making his chair slide quickly back towards the wall, I jumped as I reached into the refrigerator for my lunch, he approached me with four large steps, his face swollen in red-anger, the veins on his neck were bulging, and he practically yelled, "This is a matter of First Amendment rights! He can say whatever he wants, and worship how he pleases!"

In that moment, his extremely angry mind was wide open to me, an active telepath. In split seconds, I saw that he wanted to strike me. I saw that his family has a healthy fear of him. I don't know if he has struck any of them, or if he has a problem with domestic violence, but it may be likely in view of the fact that it took about 7/1000's of a second for him to go from quietly eating his soup to extreme anger, complete with a red, angry face.

This all took place in about 10 seconds.

Then he said, practically growling at me, "I'd like to line up all of you liberals and...." And he finished his thought in his head, "shoot 'em all." Then his mind closed. He realized what he was saying, and what he was doing. I had been taking steps backwards out of the breakroom towards the door, preparing to flee if I needed to.

I was terribly afraid of him, but the last thing I said, gathering my courage was, "I believe as you do. That the owner has every right to his First Amendment rights. I simply do not agree with him. Yet, it should be noted that I still shop at his stores; I like his food. Perhaps that accounts for something... Right?"

He simply nodded, went back to the table, and proceeded to eat his soup.

I ate my lunch at my desk.

(BTW, I am not a liberal. I am not a Republican, nor am I a Democrat. I belong to the Whig party. Google it. About 75% of Americans hold these beliefs but have no idea they are Whig material.)

Telepathy is My Burden

One may wonder why I would entitle this post as I have.

One would have to step into my shoes for a moment to understand.

I hear (and feel to some extent) all the time. When I sit on the bus (I commute to Atlanta), my mind is buzzing. It's nearly impossible to drown it all out so I read. I can't sit on the bus without my Kindle or a book to read.

An example:
Some of the "ladies" on the bus will put their stuff in the seat next to them hoping that other passengers will be too lazy or tired to ask if he or she may sit there so that the "lady" can keep the entire bench to herself. This is against the rules and it IS posted, "Only one seat per passenger."

I get a bit of motion sickness once I get past the middle of the bus, especially since I read to keep my mind occupied so I always ask one of the ladies, "May I sit here?" I smile nicely and politely.

Without saying anything, they pick up their purse and bag and put them on their laps. Now the entire trip I'm onslaughted with their thoughts and emotions. It is mostly negative energy directed at me (I can feel that too), and they don't normally "say" anything though I've picked up a few thoughts. 'White Bitch,' was one of the thoughts. I cannot understand this rudeness. I am never rude to persons and I always stow my items or put them on my lap.

I knew when my second husband didn't love me anymore. He kept thinking how this was going to work out. He didn't want to lose our large house and never see his son anymore. It worked out for him. I told him I didn't need a house to make me happy (he got it) and that I'm all for joint custody (best for my child).

Other things that cause this to burden me is that it is very hard to get close to people, namely men. They really can't keep anything from me. One gentleman emitted a thought once that I heard loud and clear, "turn it to vibrate; keep it in your pocket."

How'd you like to hear that from your boyfriend, especially not out loud? From that point forward I watched what he did with his phone. We use to come in from being out and he'd dump the contents of his pockets, phone included, on his kitchen counter. He wasn't doing that anymore. Fast forward a few months to Valentine's Day. It was 4 years ago. I, to this day, do not remember what we did that day. I was too devastated. He was in the shower and his rarely seen phone was charging on his nightstand and I was absently watching the morning news. I caught something lighting up in the corner of my eye - his phone.

And then I did something that I've never done before, nor have I done since. I picked it up to see who it was. If I hadn't seen the phone light up, I wouldn't have known it rang cuz it was on silent. I wondered, "Who in the hell is *Tina Cell*?" I thought I knew all his friends since we'd been dating for 3 years. After it quit ringing, I scrolled through the inbox, outgoing texts, and call history. He had been e-flirting with not one, but TWO girls for the previous months and somehow I already knew it. I really had no idea if he'd actually cheated, but the new, unusual condoms in his nightstand (yes I looked) sort of said that he did. I followed through with our plans for the day but I just didn't have the heart to enjoy it cuz my mind was too busy listening to his.

"Wonder what's wrong?"

"She's never looked like this before."

"She's too quiet and she's not having fun."

I had to tell him what I knew. We broke up. After 7 months, I kept hearing about his sorrow for what he'd done. Believe me, I can tell when someone is lying. If they are, I hear one thing, but I "hear" another. He wasn't lying. He said he didn't realize what he'd lose.

We've been together since, but I'm not completely "with" him now. He is too cautious, he walks on eggshells, and it effects everything we do. I can't get totally on board. I'm too busy "listening" to him and I think he knows it. Yes, he knows I'm telepathic.

So it's a burden. I'm good at tuning it out most of the time. Sometimes it's funny - "I wish I didn't eat that cheeseburger at lunch. I have the worst heartburn." What? What cheeseburger? Why did I think that? Oh, not me... it's someone else.

I can really never get to close to people. The closer I get, the louder they are. So I keep my friend base very small. I keep men friends at arm's length. And guess what? I know which men have a secret crush on me.

I'm constantly working to keep our friendships benign and platonic.

What a burden.

Forgive and Forget?

...I wish it was that easy. I guess I am pretty forgiving. I am still, to many extents, still friendly with many – if not most – of my ex guys. I don’t really think there is anything inherently wrong with me. I look like my pictures, and I’m not overweight and ugly. If I truly wanted to (and I don’t) I could go out every Friday night and get a “date.”

If someone stays with me long enough, they do discover the obvious about me, that I am a little witchy, as is my little dog. It is a hard thing to hide. In fact, it’s generally hard for someone NOT to notice that I’m reading their thoughts and that I foresee many things before they happen (weird girl that I am). And oddly, other than one rather superstitious man who thought I was out to get him somehow, most people are unusually curious and attracted to it. So taking all that into consideration, I don’t really scare men off and I’m not unattractive, but it does concern me that either they actually CHEAT on me, or they wish they could. And yes, they do forget who and what I am so I always know. One gentleman was e-flirting via texts and phone calls. Without ever picking up his phone and snooping, I knew. We spent seven months apart once I asked him why he was doing this and with whom he was doing it. I never really got a straight answer but he knew he could never deny it, given who I am.

The strange thing is that after I get over the initial shock of “What?? AGAIN??” and I start on the downhill towards healing… again…  I let it go and can offer forgiveness if asked (though I never go back once kicked to the curb). But the problem is, and not for me actually, I don’t really forget. This, I surmise, is a problem for him – in the aftermath.

I suppose that I should explain.

People like me, who are able to call the Spirit and the Elements, possess more gifts than just this ability. In doing so, along with the utterance of a well-written incant, one can accomplish many things. Above all things, we never, but never, harm anything or anyone. “Do no harm,” is our mantra. But several things come into play here. The first is the obvious rebound that Karma plays. If something negative is done against witchy girls like me, or ANYONE for that matter, Karma comes back to pay. This is not something that we control. It just is what it is. The other thing is the ability of the unconscious mind to inadvertently send back the filth and disgust left by the other person upon the innocent party. Because of this ability and the hurt, it boils to the top and is sent back out in the form of raw energy. After the fact, and after the redefining of our past relationship into a civil friendship, I am usually made privy to the information about their lives and how they haven’t gone “that well.”

Examples:

E- He made me so mad (long before I knew what I am), that I hurled a curse at him, “You will always be a “f-k and run.” I can’t believe you did this to me!” To this day, he still is and admits that he is a lousy boyfriend and not good at relationships a full decade later.

W- Blatantly cheated on me right under my nose. Now? The gal he cheated with became his bride shortly after and she dumped him sooner than later. It was a nasty divorce.

B- Had a lot of fun at my expense. Not literally but well, you know. He used me, telling me he needed me and really flat out lied to me. He had no intention of ever making me a permanent thing. Now that he’s dismissed me? Stuck in a very loveless, non-physical marriage. I can hardly feel sorry for him.

S- He is an artful liar and a master manipulator. I never really gave it any thought because he is so good at what he does. Until he cheated right under my nose (I apparently need eyes on the end of my nose). The way I found out would raise the hairs up on your arms. Maybe someday I’ll tell you how I was “told” – or maybe if you post a question in a comment I’ll tell you. But it wasn’t until he apologized over and over again, telling me he made a huge mistake, and telling me that he wasn’t using me (for sustenance and a home) that it occurred to me that he WAS using me! He shouldn’t have brought it up cuz it caused me to actually consider it. When a person’s heart is involved, it’s very hard for them to “see” the real reason behind the events. I “did no harm,” though I do have the ability to stir up a shitload of crap for him. Instead, I imprinted charms on my house to protect me and my home from him, his machinations, and the evil residue that remained after I forced him out of my life. Using his own superstitions against him, I kept his toothbrush and hairbrush when I threw his stuff out of the house and changed the locks. I wrote a rather efficient incant, utilizing his being born under a fire sign against him. I repeated it 3 times as I passed his items over the flame of the candle representing the fire element. The items were left near the front and back doors. If he PASSES through the doors, he will then release a huge can of cosmic woop-ass against himself. Because I “do no harm” I was forced to tell him about it. I told HIM that he would be responsible for releasing it against it, not me. Being thusly warned, he said he’d never come on my property again. Superstition is a superb weapon.

The final sentence for him? He’s not doing that great either. But, it really hasn’t been that long. He got arrested and locked up for a year. And I still get updates, in my own special way of course, that he is manipulating a girl into hiding him (from what? his probation officer?), feeding him, clothing him, and doing whatever else he needs.

Now, you may wonder, if I am not the one doing this to these men, then what is? It can’t all just be Karma. I have a theory. My brain “sends” as you know. Many times, it is without full intent to accomplish something. I think I am sending back to them, not my thoughts, but my negative energies. I can’t forget the hurt and pain caused by their deceit. I still carry it with me. When I think about any one of them, I can feel it literally rising up from me; I can feel it moving away from me as if on a wind current. I have wondered sometimes where that energy settles. I think it is sent back to them.

Try as I might, I can’t stop it. If I’m conscious, I’ll stop dwelling on it to keep it from leaving me. But if I’m in twilight sleep, I cannot stop it.

What is a girl to do? I have forgiven. But I just can’t forget.

Intuition

Hey ladies, have you ever walked past a man you do not know only to know for a fact that he is watching you walk away? Or have you ever had an encounter with someone, maybe some words were said, and as you walked the other direction, could you feel holes being burned into your head by the other person’s eyes? Perhaps you were in a public place, waiting for your burger order or waiting for the bus, and you knew without turning around that someone was looking at you.

No, you’re not imagining it. It’s real. Your brain is simply picking up the brain waves (i.e., electrical charges) from the other person. It’s a minor form of telepathy, and the fact is, everyONE does it. (Come on! Admit it!)

Think long and hard, and I would bet you could come up with a memory of doing this. Here is my example. About 7 years ago, I was walking in downtown Atlanta, on a sidewalk with a gentle slope. My friend was walking closest to the building and I was closer to the road. We had walked past a skateboarder several minutes previously. In fact, we were maybe only a block away but we could still hear (perhaps in the subconscious background) him doing little jumps and tricks with his board.

This went on for another block.

And then there was the low, grumbly, but steady sound of his wheels as they were heading towards us, utilizing the downward slope to glide along. Ordinarily, this would not seem out of order since we’d seen him, heard him, and would recognize this seemingly innocent downhill approach. But the “eyes on the back of my head” saw him differently. At what I’d assume to be the last minute, I tightened my hand on my shoulder-bag hanging on my left shoulder, and then swung it around to my other shoulder, the one closest the building. As our boarder dude zipped by, you could see him crouched low, hanging to the right, with his arm slightly hooked to…. you guessed it… slip it under the strap of my bag and take off with it. Foiled!

He did turn his head back for a second to deliver a rather nasty look at me. I just grinned and waved.

I love being telepathic sometimes. On occasion, it has served me well.

Expanding Your Mind’s Abilities

As I was growing up, I was always taught that one’s natural abilities in regard to the mind were not normal, that they in fact, were of evil nature. It took me years (as you’ve read previously on this blog) for me to come to accept the fact that my mind, can, and will continue to do things that most people’s brains cannot.

I do not understand why uber religious folks can’t accept that the obvious gifts that the Almighty instilled in us are not the only things that the human mind can do. It was when I separated myself from mainstream religion and became a Deist, that I fully “allowed” myself to watch from afar the things I can do (and marvel at them). I will write about Deism later, but until then, you can visit deism dot com to learn more. If religion bothers you, but you still cannot separate yourself from the belief in the Almighty, then you are a Deist. Bet you didn’t know that!

Maybe my experience in self-realization is similar to yours. If so, I’d love to hear from you.

Very early in my life, the life of a small child, I would “see” things happening immediately before they did. It was always simple things like thinking about a song, and then my mom would sing it (which is actually telepathy) or the radio would play it (precog ability). As I aged into my tweens, I thought maybe I was making things happen and hoped that I didn’t make something happen that would be “bad.” By the time I was in my late teens and knew exactly what I was doing, I tried NOT to do it. Let me be the first to tell you, you can’t NOT make your mind work. It does not work that way. However, it does slow the progress of the evolvement of your abilities. After my kids were born as I was in my 20s, I started fully understanding how and why my mind was different.

One thing that stands out in my mind was when I was 28. My youngest child was 3, was well-spoken and quite bright for his age. I’d taken him, his 10 year old half brother and 8 year old half sister to a kids’ movie at the theater. On my way back, I was playing a children’s cassette tape in the tape deck and thinking to myself what to make for dinner (cuz who wants to drag 3 tired kids through a grocery store). It popped into my head that I  had everything at home to make spaghetti. So I thought that this is what I’d make, easy peazy. But just like that, my youngest, my 3 year old piped right up and said out loud, “But Mommy, I don’t like puzz-ketty!” I swear, it happened exactly like that. For a second I thought that I had spoken out loud until my 10 year old said something like, “Why did he say that?” I was dumbfounded. He “heard” me, and even pronounced spaghetti incorrectly. To this day, I don’t know if I “sent” to my child, or if my child is a “reader.” He is 24 now. He’s a very dynamic individual and frankly, I don’t think he’d even acknowledge if he is telepathic.

Another fun example of what a telepathic brain can do is something that happened one day recently at work. I came in and gave my coworker a little beaded angel that I had made for her. She seemed to really like it. As I was talking about how much fun they are to make, I told her how recently my four nieces had visited (all under the age of 14). One day, it was raining so to entertain them, I sat them down at the dining room table and we made beaded dolls from my beaded angel pattern. We had such a GREAT time and I was sitting there in my cubicle reminiscing out loud to my coworker; such a fond memory for me. That was around 11 in the morning. About an hour later, an email popped into my mail box from my nieces. And they attached a picture of them and their beaded dolls! O.M.G.! I know I sent them (unconsciously) my happy memory. They took my memory as an original thought and emailed me their picture. They live 3500 miles away from me. This is the first time I’ve “sent” at such a long distance.

For the last almost 8 years, I’ve been very close to a person. One thing that is consistent with us is that we always share thoughts. How do we know? I’ll say something and he says, “I was just thinking that.” And the vice versa happens too. We often call each other or text each other at the same time. We only live 13 miles from one another. While he is not my first telepathic experience, it’s a very homey and comforting experience to me.

It should never surprise one that gifts of telepathy and precog abilities exist. They are measurable electrical impulses that our brains send. Can we not read electrical brain waves by means of an EEG (electro-encephalogram)? They are real. They exist. Science has proven as much. If our brain is able to send out electrical charges in this way, it should not surprise one that other brains can pick up the charge. Naturally, it happens best when you are surrounded by people with a like mind. Can you imagine what the world would be like if everyone was a believer and we all worked on our internal communication abilities?  The world would certainly be a different place. For sure.

I hope that you’ll be able to allow your mind to expand its abilities. It’s such a rewarding gift.

The Gift of Intuition

Generally, a young child sees things exactly as they are. They, for the most part, have no preconceived notions or ideas.

When I was very young, 8 or 9, I started noticing patterns in occurrences surrounding me. For awhile, I thought that I was making things happen cuz I’d “see” it in my head and then seconds later, the event would occur. These weren’t major events. These were simple things like knowing a train was coming and we should get the family car over the tracks sooner than later cuz we’d be late for our destination, or what song was coming on the radio next. These were just some of my childhood foresights.

Apparently, I’ve been a rather strong intuit since I was young. The only problem was that it was squelched pretty early too, so I didn’t get the opportunity to exercise my gift as early as I should have. Instead of accepting that some gifts (like things that the mind is capable of), some Christian groups are too quick to deride these things as belonging to the Devil. Really? How then, can they explain that sometimes an innocent child can do these things? Or that they have premonitions right in the middle of God’s “sanctuary” where in theory, they should be protected from the machinations of the Devil? To this day, I’ve never met a Satan worshipper who is a precog. One would assume that their covens would be loaded with people like me if these Universal gifts were from the Devil. I was a child of extreme Christianity, so it was inculcated in me early to push such “unnatural” ability away. I NEVER told anyone what I could do.

Because of these unfounded teachings, many Christians with natural abilities push them away and won’t allow the natural flow of brain activity to function. As it stands, people that know about these things and accept them as reality, actually recognize premonitions for what they are and not simple coincidences. In recent years, I personally see more so-called coincidences for what they really are, and that is because as I age, my mind it more in tune with my brain’s activities. It’s somewhat like a muscle, the more you use it, the more proficient you become. But my point is, if people were “allowed” to accept such gifts, we’d probably have more people who are functioning telepaths and precogs. Only then would we all be able enjoy using our abilities out in the open.

They say that we only use 1/10 of 1% of our brain. That is indeed a very small amount. I would wager that our brain is quite capable of using itself to do more than it thinks it can. Why is that? Perhaps our social evolution hasn’t allowed us to get to that point yet (because some us use our capability, but we don’t freely share it with the mainstream populace). Or perhaps our Almighty does not think we have reached the stage of humanity that can handle such a gift. Still, some of us have it, and we can use it, albeit in a limited way. I WISH that I had more ability. But I am limited. Maybe I’ve not been gifted with more since I have no real need for it at this time. All I can say, is that my intuitions have grown in capacity and number the older I get.

For instance, several years ago, I put on my running shoes, stepped outside to stretch my legs and as I bent over, my mind’s eye saw a small child with very dark hair, wearing white. But that is all. Over the years, so many random images pop into my head that most come and go with me barely noticing (because I cannot tell the difference between a vision or if someone else’s thought, in my vicinity, has reached me). This day was no different, the vision came…and went. I ran to the library (1.3 miles) then turned around to come home. As I started up a hill near my home, I looked up to see a small Asian girl, white shirt and shorts and tennis shoes standing in the road (of 40 MPH). She may have been 2 ½ -3 years old. In split seconds, I heard a car coming up fast behind me, looked to see no traffic coming towards me, looked over my shoulder to see who was coming (it was a sporty white car, coming way too fast), started sprinting across the road, and waving my arms for the driver to slow down. As I grabbed up the little girl, I notice another little one, also in white, perhaps a year younger, standing near the mailbox holding a baby bottle. I scooped her up too. All of this happened in time to feel the breeze that the car created blowing my long hair around my face. Whew. (And yes, I gave the mom an earful when I deposited her two children at her front door.) I sobbed all the way home from the shock of it all. Sometimes I think my brain prepared me for this occurrence by showing it to me 45 minutes earlier. There is no other explanation.

When I worked at a healthcare system, I walked into the break room one day to specifically get something out of the refrigerator. Instead, I walked right up to the coffee maker to make a fresh pot. About one second after I thought to myself, “Why are you doing this? You didn’t want coffee.” our CEO, a rather exacting man who knew what he wanted when he wanted it, walked in and said, “Oh good, when that is finished brewing would you bring me a fresh cup, black?” I guess I saw that he needed fresh coffee before he told me his did.

Recently, while driving home from the bus station, I saw (in my head) a fair-colored dog running up beside the road towards me. As soon as I drove around a curve, there he was, happily trotting a consistent gait as if he knew exactly where he was going and for some reason, I could tell. Being an animal lover I slowed up to see if I needed to get him and help him find his home. However, he stopped, looked both ways, crossed the street, and continued down a driveway as if he knew exactly where to go. I’ve seen him since. He stands at the end of his driveway often, just watching the world go by, seeming almost human. The point? I saw him before I saw him.

And so it goes. This is what I do.

This talent comes in handy when one is driving a bit too fast on the expressway, and believe me, I’ve used it. I generally know where police cars are before I get there. But alas, I can’t turn it on and off with some sort of cerebral switch. Some days I do. Some days I don’t.

Mystic Pizza

Don’t laugh. For some reason, the term “pizza” always get the attention of my telepathic brain receptors.

A few years ago, I worked for a major hospital system, serving as an executive assistant on the Executive Team. It was a great job where I learned a lot. I also learned that I am apparently telepathic, but just as much as a sender (sending pictures, ideas, notions) as a receiver (“hearing” others thoughts). Let me share an experience with you. It’s sort of humorous but it was the day that I discovered that I send.

On the right side of that hall, all of the exec assts sat in partitioned cubicles with no doors. We literally could hear each other’s conversations, we could talk to each other over the tops of the cubes, and hear just about everything going on. One day, my sig-o and I were emailing back and forth about what kind of dinner we’d go out and get later that day. Eventually the emails turned towards pizza. It was decided, we’d go out for pizza and beer. Mind you, writing and reading emails is not an audible activity, save for the tapping of the keyboard keys. About 20 minutes into this email conversation, my cube neighbor Glenda pipes up, “Do you smell pizza?” My heart skipped a beat! How did she know? It was 4 in the afternoon and NO ONE would be cooking or warming up lunch. At first, I thought she must have telepathic tendencies. But she’d never done that before during the previous years. After a few months, I discovered that I’m a sender and it wasn’t Glenda's doing. Cool, eh?

I recently started a new job in a tall building in downtown Atlanta. After a couple of months spent getting to know my new teammates, I walked in one morning and starting thinking “pizza.” At some point mid-morning, I decided I was craving it and mentioned to Jeanne that I was going to have to get pizza for lunch cuz I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About an hour later, one of the leaders here mentioned that he’d decided earlier that morning that he was going to treat us all to pizza and charge the expense to one of our clients (a working lunch, that is). Jeanne and I looked at each other and she just knew. She wondered out loud how everyone was having pizza thoughts. I had to tell her what I am, and apparently I picked up on his “pizza” thought as soon as I walked in that morning. She laughed out loud and said that the team would have to watch their thoughts from now on, what with having a telepath in the office. (Wow! A believer! Have I mentioned that I attract people like me, to me?)

The thing that I have a hard time with is random thoughts. I pick up on all sorts of crap. I used to wonder, “Wow, where did that come from?” Now that I get it, I usually brush off a lot of junk as a thought belonging to someone else (“Man that hamburger at lunch gave me heartburn. Not eating there again.”Huh?? Who said that?) . I read books while commuting on the bus to keep my mind busy so I don’t have to “listen” to everyone. It’s kind of a weird existence.

Say, did someone say Pizza????