- 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 universe, 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 channel, 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
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