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than a mere coincidence, but I really wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Throughout my childhood, I came up with many “guessing games” which, in hindsight, were actually psychic experiments. The results never ceased to amaze me.
Later, when I was in high school, a new girl moved to town during my sophomore year. She and I had a lot in common, and I soon discovered that she shared my passion for paranormal exploration. On the weekends, we often had “psychic slumber parties”—just the two of us—as we practiced our psychic skills into the wee hours.
We continually astounded ourselves. At first, she would look at various photographs of people I didn’t know, without showing them to me. I would focus on her and then describe what I was seeing in my mind’s eye. When she then showed me the photograph, it was always identical to that which I had just described.
Then she began drawing pictures or symbols and focusing on them without letting me see them. I would focus on her and then draw what I saw in my mind’s eye. When she then showed me her drawings, they were always identical to those I had just drawn. No matter how many times we did this, we were continually delighted and amazed at the results.
We began to wonder if distance would alter the results of these experiments, so we decided to find out. One day at school, we agreed to focus on each other at a specific time that night, when we were each at our own home (in completely different parts of town), and then write or draw whatever we saw in our minds. That night at precisely ten o’clock, as arranged, I went into my bedroom and closed the door, sat quietly, and closed my eyes. I focused on my friend. I soon saw very specific pictures in my mind, so I quickly began drawing on a sheet of paper everything I was seeing.
The next morning we met at our lockers, and on the count of three, we presented our drawings to each other. They were identical . We were speechless. We had drawn very specific and unusual things, and everything was the same, right down to the placement of each individual item on the two pieces of paper. In a way, it was unnerving, and we remained silent as we headed off to class, not sure exactly what to say.
A S I NOW RECALLED THOSE INCIDENTS FROM MY YOUTH —and many more like them—it all made sense. Of course telepathic communication is real, I thought to myself. Of course distance and language are irrelevant with telepathy. I had determined this long ago, but I had simply forgotten. I now realized that telepathy is truly a universal language, one that breaks the boundaries not only of “logic” and distance, but of species.
I looked back on all of the conversations I’d recently had with June via animal communicators. These conversations were often about simple, mundane things, yet it was in their simplicity that I found validity.
O NE DAY , I RECEIVED A PHONE CALL . A friend of a friend had gotten an adorable baby rat for her grandson, but it turned out that the little boy was allergic to fur. So “Susie the rat” needed a home—could we take her? I was delighted at the prospect of having another rat come to live with us, and in my mind I had already moved her in.
However, I had learned the importance of consulting every family member when a matter concerned them, and that included our beloved June. So I told the friend that I’d have to consult June first, and I scheduled a string of appointments with various animal communicators.
“No, she does not want a rat companion,” said the first one. “She’s pretty clear on that.” I was surprised. And so I tried another, and another.
“I don’t need a rat companion,” said June. “You’re my best companions.” Over and over again, June made it very clear that this was her home, we were her companions, and she loved her life just the way it was. She was a rat ambassador and was here to interact with humans — not other rats.
However, I was worried about little Susie,
Throughout my childhood, I came up with many “guessing games” which, in hindsight, were actually psychic experiments. The results never ceased to amaze me.
Later, when I was in high school, a new girl moved to town during my sophomore year. She and I had a lot in common, and I soon discovered that she shared my passion for paranormal exploration. On the weekends, we often had “psychic slumber parties”—just the two of us—as we practiced our psychic skills into the wee hours.
We continually astounded ourselves. At first, she would look at various photographs of people I didn’t know, without showing them to me. I would focus on her and then describe what I was seeing in my mind’s eye. When she then showed me the photograph, it was always identical to that which I had just described.
Then she began drawing pictures or symbols and focusing on them without letting me see them. I would focus on her and then draw what I saw in my mind’s eye. When she then showed me her drawings, they were always identical to those I had just drawn. No matter how many times we did this, we were continually delighted and amazed at the results.
We began to wonder if distance would alter the results of these experiments, so we decided to find out. One day at school, we agreed to focus on each other at a specific time that night, when we were each at our own home (in completely different parts of town), and then write or draw whatever we saw in our minds. That night at precisely ten o’clock, as arranged, I went into my bedroom and closed the door, sat quietly, and closed my eyes. I focused on my friend. I soon saw very specific pictures in my mind, so I quickly began drawing on a sheet of paper everything I was seeing.
The next morning we met at our lockers, and on the count of three, we presented our drawings to each other. They were identical . We were speechless. We had drawn very specific and unusual things, and everything was the same, right down to the placement of each individual item on the two pieces of paper. In a way, it was unnerving, and we remained silent as we headed off to class, not sure exactly what to say.
A S I NOW RECALLED THOSE INCIDENTS FROM MY YOUTH —and many more like them—it all made sense. Of course telepathic communication is real, I thought to myself. Of course distance and language are irrelevant with telepathy. I had determined this long ago, but I had simply forgotten. I now realized that telepathy is truly a universal language, one that breaks the boundaries not only of “logic” and distance, but of species.
I looked back on all of the conversations I’d recently had with June via animal communicators. These conversations were often about simple, mundane things, yet it was in their simplicity that I found validity.
O NE DAY , I RECEIVED A PHONE CALL . A friend of a friend had gotten an adorable baby rat for her grandson, but it turned out that the little boy was allergic to fur. So “Susie the rat” needed a home—could we take her? I was delighted at the prospect of having another rat come to live with us, and in my mind I had already moved her in.
However, I had learned the importance of consulting every family member when a matter concerned them, and that included our beloved June. So I told the friend that I’d have to consult June first, and I scheduled a string of appointments with various animal communicators.
“No, she does not want a rat companion,” said the first one. “She’s pretty clear on that.” I was surprised. And so I tried another, and another.
“I don’t need a rat companion,” said June. “You’re my best companions.” Over and over again, June made it very clear that this was her home, we were her companions, and she loved her life just the way it was. She was a rat ambassador and was here to interact with humans — not other rats.
However, I was worried about little Susie,
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