Birth of a Birdy Psychic :>

Cygnets – photo by Scott M. Liddell

Ahoy there!

Now that Mike’s told you his tale, let me tell you a bit of mine.

I’ve always been drawn to magick & the paranormal from an early age. My deepest dream when I was a child was for magick to be real.

Two small events:

These happened one right after the other in my youngest childhood:
My mother was a High School teacher until I was 7 years old. One night, she was up late, grading papers, and I was up late with her. All of a sudden, I saw the clock jump ahead ten minutes all in a breath and heard a deep, male voice say “It’s ten o’clock!” Dad was at the lab, working on his PhD, and it wasn’t his voice anyway, and there were no other humans in the room besides my Mom & me.

The clock hadn’t done the jumping thing before, and hasn’t done it since either, to the best of my knowledge.

I told Mom, but she said I must have just fallen asleep. The first of many times I was told I did not know what I knew.

In this case, it was kind of odd that she said that, because it was an acknowledged thing that telepathy ran in mom’s side of the family. Mom & my Aunt Patty, her sister, regularly knew when the other one was going to call, and it wasn’t simply a case of habit either, as the calls were never regular in their timing-of-coming.

An event from my teens:

I’m not a person who self-identifies as a visually-oriented person – I am much more of a touch person. I feel things, including energy.

So when I saw the location as clear as day of a book that my Dad had confiscated for my reading it after hours, I just had to go & see if it were actually there. I was so thrilled to discover that it actually was right there, exactly where & how I had pictured it.

An event from my past & my present:

This last event from my paranormal life for today is sort of a two-parter: started in childhood, but not firmly realized until this last year.

To deal with the issues brought up by my parent’s emotional neglect & verbal abuse, I used to tell myself stories at night – what I now know to call fan-fic (and yes, Mary Sue-fic at that – what can I say? There’s a reason there’s so much of that stuff around!), where I fit into the universeDepending on context, either the entirety of the physical plane, or the entirely of All. , had talent (& Talent), was loved, and accepted, etc. Tales of Queens from a faraway place, later of one of her descendants who’d taken to the stars as a ship’s captain.

At the time, I thought them nothing more than diversions to escape & cope with a family that was a volatile mix of emotionally distant & verbally abusive. And for many years on, I thought the same.

Until in 2009, after having become a channelA physical plane entity who translates information from High Level Guides.

, I saw the StarTrek NextGen movie “Nemesis”, and was so offended by the ending, how it was handled by the writers (and having now read the behind-the-scenes book of the Trek classic movies, I suspect handled by the committee that put itself in charge as well), that I spontaneously channelled the same starship captain I’d come to know all those years before.

Again, this has not happened before or since.

Now were those stories I’d told myself all those years ago, word-for-word true? Of course not. But the mere fact of her existence, and my discovery of her now as one of my concurrent lives has lent new meaning & definition to my life.

So welcome aboard!

May the Journey prove interesting, profitable, and pleasant.

The Voyage Continues….

Vittoria, 1519

My Beginnings With This Stuff- Mike

 

Fitting out a ship for sea...

Ahoy There!

 

By “this stuff” I mean everything that pertains to psychic functioning or multi-dimensionality, as opposed to baseball, or digging ditches.

The Beginning

One of my earliest memories of my entire life started it all for me. It must have been on one of the holidays, because we had relatives over of the sort you only see during the holidays, probably Thanksgiving or Christmas.

Well, it sort of got latish, and my mom put me to bed in my crib. (I told you this was an early memory!) She made sure my covers were over me and that I was comfortable, then turned out the light and closed the door to the back bedroom I was in. I could still hear everybody in the living room talking in the distance, but my end of the house was quiet and deserted.

This situation was one of the things I hated about being a kid. Just when things were getting interesting, the adults would put me to bed to get me out of the way.

I was too excited to fall asleep, and I laid there listening to the distant voices in the living room, wishing I could figure out what they were saying.

The bedroom door was closed, the windows shut, and the room dark.

The Voice

“Mike.” My eyes went wide. The voice sounded loud and clear. It seemed female, and close. The door had never opened. And it came from the center of the room. I closed my eyes and hid under the covers.

“Mike.” That female voice again, much too close – definitely not a relative – maybe one of those ‘Angels’ the adults keep talking about?

I didn’t care. I continued to hide under the covers.

“Mike.” Terrified, I laid there unable to move or even call out. The voice seemed friendly enough, but I was taking no chances.

After that third time, it stopped. I eventually fell asleep.

The Reaction

Through the years, I tried to ‘logicalize’ that event to make it ‘make sense’.

I tried thinking maybe one of my female relatives snuck back there and tried talking to me.

There are three things wrong with that explanation.

• First, my mom would have filleted them for bothering me after I had gone to bed.  (I had an over-protective mother – can you tell?)

• Second, that room was empty after that door was closed, and I would have noticed it opening.

• Third, even as a kid, I knew my female relatives’ voices. None of them were shy, retiring, types. They were loud, individualistic people. They were nice people – don’t get me wrong – but our neighbors down the street would have had no trouble recognizing their voices!

The second explanation I tried was that I had fallen asleep and had dreamed it all. More likely than the first perhaps, but not very likely because I have always had an irritation over being left out of anything! Even in those days, more often than not, the party would break up and my mom would check up on me to find me still awake. At the very least, I would lay there awake for a long time before falling asleep. Maybe this is the explanation that ‘had to be true’, but I knew for a certainty that it wasn’t.

I knew from my earliest days that some ‘people’ were invisible and could come and go as they pleased. Over the years, I have had many other experiences since. And these days I don’t get afraid; I even welcome them, like talking to friends, as some of them now are.

Today, I continue on my quest to learn the reality behind what is going on extradimensionally.

The Journey Continues….

Vittoria, 1519

Welcome Aboard! :>

 

USS Ranger 1777

Ahoy There!

 

 

This blog is about our journey of exploration through the universeDepending on context, either the entirety of the physical plane, or the entirely of All. , both seen and unseen, normal to paranormal.

In this journey, we are more like expedition leaders rather than tour guides. For in this journey, we sometimes haven’t been there before either, or maybe just once; rather than the tour guideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. who knows the area like the back of his hand.

We are explorers, helping to uncover the truth of what is out there rather than telling people what to think. We will try to keep an open mind as we explore, and we hope you do too.

Theories will be tested, and either proven, thrown out, or they will evolve. Whenever possible, we will try to verify, or experiment with what we learn.

When we can’t, we will try to be clear about what is unverifiable or doubtful as to what is verifiable.

Make up your own mind about what we talk about here – some of the stuff we are not sure of either. Remember – we are explorers, and not sure what is around the next bend of the river of knowledge.

We are hoping that as we go on our expedition, that we can uncover new truths, throw out some fictions, and remove fear from this subject.

We feel that with some common sense, that this exploration can be done safely, and free of fear.

We do this because it’s fun, and we hope you think so too!

The Journey Starts Now!

Birdy &  Mike,
Channels & Explorers

The Journey Continues….