ON BEING PSYCHIC

ON BEING PSYCHIC
C 2011 JoJo

In a previous blog WHAT HAPPENS AFTER WE DIE, I talked about my near death experience, and mentioned that when I came back into my earthly body, I had been endowed with a psychic awareness I hadn’t had before.

Frankly, I think we all have psychic abilities, to a greater or lesser degree. It’s that trigger that sends a note of alarm coursing through our bodies, when something isn’t quite right, when you sense danger around you when it isn’t apparent. It is that sense of unease we all feel, when facing something or someone who is potentially harmful to ourselves, sending a shiver up our spines.

Some people feel that psychic awareness is something dark and is part of the occult arts of devil worship and mysticism. This is absolute rubbish.

We know that all things emit energy. We can’t hear radio waves or see television broadcasts but we know they are there. In order to be able to hear a radio station or watch a television program, we need to have access to a receiver.

And that’s what I believe a psychic is – a receiver.

There is an information band that encircles our globe that is totally invisible to the naked eye, but which people who are psychic can access, sometimes at will, but more often than not, involuntarily.

I was only 13 when I had my near death experience, so I didn’t even know or fully understand this ability I now had, and assumed everyone else had it too!

“Grandma will be dropping in this afternoon,” I remember telling my Mum.

“She phoned? Why didn’t you tell me?” Mum replied indignantly.

“She didn’t phone,” I answered feeling confused by the logic of Mum’s question.

“Then how do you know?” Mum asked.

“I have no idea,” I replied.

Later that afternoon, Grandma popped in unexpectedly for tea. Go figure!

After a while, Mum stopped asking me how I knew things, because she realized that I had a gift which wasn’t explicable, and she just accepted it as being the status quo.

Being psychic is both a blessing and a hardship. Sometimes I know things I’d much rather not know. But I’m just going to tell you how it impacted on my life in a positive and beneficial way.

I was 16, travelling to England on my own to attend college. In those days, going by ship was the preferred method of travelling – planes back then had a nasty habit of crashing – one of my childhood friends, Margaret, died in a plane crash.

Providing you weren’t in a hurry, (it takes 3 weeks to get from Rio de Janeiro to Southampton) travelling by ship a wonderful way to travel – it wasn’t just a means of getting from Brazil to England, it was also like cruising, because the ship stopped at several Brazilian ports and other countries en route, including Lisbon, Portugal.

When disembarking at most ports of call, we weren’t required to show passports, but in Lisbon, they insisted on it. This meant there was a big line up to get past the Portuguese officials and onto the gangplank. People got antsy about the long delay, so there was a good bit of shoving and pushing.

Finally I made it to the gangway, but as soon as I reached it, I stopped. I had this psychic flash (as I call it) where I “saw” the bow of the ship swing away, the gangplank fall down into the water below, then the ship swing back and crush it against the pilings.

“Come on, come on, get moving,” the people behind me said impatiently. I didn’t move. At that moment, my “flash” became a reality. It became obvious that the rope securing the bow of the ship to the jetty had broken, because it swung out, the gangway fell down into the murky water below, then the ship swung back on the next incoming wave, and crushed it.

There was great consternation both on shore and on the ship. Had anyone been on the gangway when it had fallen? There had been a steady stream of passengers disembarking, so the crew assumed several of them were right now, victims of this accident and were either dead or badly injured in the water below. I was able to assure them that no one had been disembarking when the gangway fell, because I’d held up everyone by not stepping onto it myself.

So that’s one occasion when being psychic possibly saved my life.

Sometimes I get a premonition of something and know it’s going to happen and there isn’t a thing I can do to prevent it from doing so. Such was the case, when my second and third child, Molly and Mickey (names have been changed), were 4 and 3 respectively. I started having these horrible visions of an impending car accident, in which the car I was driving would have a head on collision on St. Rose’s Bridge, and be hurled into the river flowing below. In this nightmare, I’d have to choose which child to save, because I wouldn’t be able to save both.

Well, three weeks later, I was driving along St. Rose Boulevard when a taxi driver went straight through a stop sign and we had a head on collision. There were no seat belts in the car because the law making them obligatory hadn’t yet been enacted, so all I had time to do was to grab Mickey (who was standing in between the bucket seats right next to me) and prevent him from going through the windshield. This left me defenceless and I actually broke the steering wheel with my chest, which didn’t do either the steering wheel or my chest a bit of good. The cab split open and I saw the engine coming towards me, but fortunately it didn’t break through into the passenger cabin. I had the presence of mind to quickly turn off the engine to prevent a fire from breaking out. Neither of my children was injured, thank goodness, but I was: several broken ribs, severe whiplash and a bruised heart. I think that having foreknowledge of this impending accident, enabled me to prepare for it and to take measures to mitigate the severity of it. I managed to slam on my brakes so that the impact wasn’t nearly as hard as it otherwise would’ve been.

This accident took place just feet from the St. Rose Bridge.

I can state unequivocally, that I don’t try to see into the future – the future will look after itself. I don’t use this gift for my own personal benefit – only for the benefit of others. I believe this is why it was given to me in the first place, and I use it principally to help find missing people.

As an aside, I found to my interest and amusement that when people ask me to locate a missing family member, they don’t always want to find them! In two cases that I can recall, both “missing” guys were ne’er-do-well royal pains in the butt who’d stormed off in a rage following a big family confrontation and had deliberately stayed away from the bosom of their families. There was no great desire on the families’ part to find them – they just wanted reassurance that the prodigal sons were okay! When I later asked them if they’d followed up on my leads, they evasively said “No, we haven’t had time – we’re just glad that he’s okay.” So much for family love!

I deplore the so-called psychics who read Tarot cards, tea leaves, palms or anything of that nature. They give genuine psychics a bad name, so that when someone like myself has what could well be genuine information to give the police, they don’t listen and write us off as yet another crackpot who’s emerged from the woodwork.

Here is a case in point. A family in Nanaimo, B.C. were at a camping site when their 2 and a half year old daughter went missing. The newspapers were full of stories about her having been abducted by a pedophile, or else kidnapped to be sold on the black market to a couple wanting a child, or worst of all, that she’d been devoured by a wild animal. A local search for her at the campsite was limited to the immediate environs and cursory because nobody could credit a 2 and a half year old with the ability to walk far.

However, I was certain none of the above had occurred. What I “saw” was that the child had wandered off, a good half mile away from the camp site, and had fallen into a little gully that you or I could climb out of but which she was unable to do so, not only due to her small size, but also because her clothing had become entangled in the brush. I phoned the Nanaimo police. I told him to stretch the search to a half mile perimeter around the camp site, looking out especially from small gullies, because the child couldn’t be seen from ground level. Well, I am certain the police officer didn’t even note down my report because he made fun of me on the phone!

Two weeks later, there was a small item in the newspaper that this little girl’s body had been found in a gully, a half mile from the campsite where she’d disappeared, and her clothing had become entangled with the brush. I wept when I read it. I was so certain I was right in this particular case because if I’d had the money, I would’ve flown there and found her myself.

A friend of mine named George, who’s aware of my psychic abilities, phoned me one day to tell me about a man, head of his household, who’d walked out of his house and hadn’t been seen again. I instantly knew he was dead. I told George that what I “saw” was this man’s body lying about 6 ft under water, his clothing having become snarled in roots from nearby trees. However, I urged him to say nothing to the family about what I’d seen, because I could be wrong (the best psychics are 80% accurate), he could’ve simply run away with his secretary, or taken an unexpected trip, and might return at any moment. George asked me if I knew which body of water, and I said sorry, I didn’t. While George didn’t tell the family what I’d said, he did direct the search to the bodies of water in the area, and the man’s body was found in the Ottawa River.

When that young girl Elizabeth Smart, was abducted in Utah a while back, a dear friend Janet, who knows I’m psychic, emailed me asking if I thought she was dead. I replied that no she wasn’t, she’d been abducted by a religious fanatic who were using her as a second wife. When this was proven to be true, Janet emailed me and reminded me that I’d said this – I’d completely forgotten about it.

Psychic ability is not an exact science. Sometimes the information is only partially right, at others it’s completely wrong and at others it applies to another unrelated case.

For me, it is not a party trick, and something to be done for the amusement of others. Many have tried to coerce me into this kind of caper, but I flatly refuse. Furthermore, it’s unconscionable to me to make money out of a psychic gift – I believe if I was ever to stoop so low as to do it (and I know this would never happen), I would lose it.

It is a gift to be used responsibly, and for the benefit of others.

I helped save the life of a missing man here in Ottawa – but that’s another story.