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.)

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.

Mystic Tendencies

I grew up in a major Christian religion where what I was, and am still, was vehemently not allowed.

I came to realize at a very early age that there was something a little different about me. I remember thinking that I caused things to happen, and that was somewhere around the age of 8 or 9. It wasn’t until I was in my early teens that I had, as the popular term was, ESP (extra-sensory perception). Now my peers just call me a Seer. Thankfully, the term ESP fell out of popularity.

The trouble was, I thought that my gifts were from the Devil. It had been indoctrinated in me at a very early age that I could not, and should not, be able to tell what was going to happen shortly before it did. But no one could explain to me how I could have a premonition in a so-called sanctuary of God and still be of the Devil.

But then, prudence kept me from even asking that question. I didn’t want to get kicked out on my ass cuz all my friends were part of that organization.

And then life just went on, and I ignored it. I called what I do simple coincidences. I guess I thought that coincidences were just a common occurrence for me. But 20 plus times a day?? I’m not sure how I explained it away. Perhaps it was because I married young and I was a busy girl, and though I didn’t plan on it, I had three small children by the time I was 25. So I became immersed in loving them, raising them, and directing them in the way of the Lord. Yet I could barely deny what I am. At the age of 35, my verbally abusive husband had just about run me into the ground. It was strange, but the more emotional I became, the more my visions increased. I kind of thought I was going crazy. My weight dropped significantly. Within the next two years, I wanted to seek professional help for the both of us. He would have nothing to do with it, stating that it was ME who was the problem. So at 37, I left, with my kids, my cat, my bird, my collections, my clothes and my existance. My kids were 19, almost 17, and 12 years old.

It wasn’t long after that, that I discovered I had had thyroid cancer for a number of years. Thankfully, it was the slowest growing variety, but without getting too detailed, I nearly lost my life… I came THAT close to metastasis. Only after that, did I come to terms with the fact that religion had nothing to do with saving ME from the life circumstances that surrounded me.

Abuse

Emotional weight loss

Cancer

Raising my children successfully

So once I shed those ties that bound me, I found that I could fully accept the gifts that the Universe had laid upon me. The first gift, that of being a Seer, grew exponentially after that.

It was ME who saved ME (probably with a little help from the Universe).

My eyes are completely open and clear now. I can thank a couple of very good friends who have steered me along the way. Oddly, I seem to attract people to me, who are like me; when they find me, they support me. And I’ve discovered that I’m not just a Seer, I’m telepathic, I have some latent ability to enter altered states where earthbounds can communicate with me (more on that later), and I have an earthbound that visits me on the property that I live on. Wait till I tell you THAT story.

This blog will be about my metamorphosis into the life of being a Mystic. I am not seeking a pat on the back, or an atta-girl. I just want to have a place to tell the story. And if it helps someone along their own path, then so be it. The Universe is actively directing my path. There is NO doubt about that. The evidence is simply overwhelming.

Just wait … I have stories that will raise the hair on your neck and your arms will tingle.