Are you Psychic?

While this was actually happening, I did not observe it as phenomenal…

Decades ago, when I was a “lass” of 21, I was walking down a country road and had a sudden strong thought that was nearly audible. It was simply this: “Forgive your father!” I hadn’t seen him since I was 4, the year our mother divorced him. We knew he was bipolar and alcoholic and that his parents contributed to “hiding him”. He was their only child. He’d never called, sent a birthday card or, perhaps needless to say, paid any child support, either. Although I didn’t fancy myself angry with him, the ache of his absence – his abandonment – was a deeper part of me than I’d acknowledged until that clarion moment.

I stopped on a dime as these words pretty much reverberated in my head and I can’t recall if my response was audible, but it was immediate and surprisingly impassioned, and to this effect: “I DO forgive him!” (Again, my memory is dim as to whether I addressed my father or the Source of the voice.) I said that I knew he was ill and that he loved me and my two younger sisters very much. I said that I knew he did the best he could and that he’d probably give anything if the last 17 years could’ve been different. It was as pure a moment of forgiveness as I’ve ever known.

The entire event couldn’t have lasted much more than a minute, but made quite an impact on me. Approximately two weeks later, we discovered that our father had passed on at the young age of 46. Upon investigation, I was and was not shocked to learn that his actual death occurred within a few hours of my “road to Damascus” incident.

There is so much more. At five, during two separate crises, I met both Jesus and an angel – with real wings! Of course when you’re that age, everything is a miracle and yet nothing is. It took years for me to realize how defined both experiences were…

The Jesus meeting was “only” audible and occurred as I was absent-mindedly staring at a picture of Him, arms outstretched to gather children in them. The message was simple, personal and completely powerful.

The angel episode happened amid a medical emergency and was utterly comforting and reassuring, as well. (I supposedly had a fatal illness – spinal meningitis – and she informed me that a spinal tap that I had to have the next day would be painless: It was.) Two weeks later, I left the hospital after the attending physician wrote the words “miraculous cure” across my chart. Despite becoming an alcoholic/addict myself, I’ve been able to achieve sobriety in subsequent years even if I may be dealing with interlopers who gained access via a tear in my body etheric when I was “out there”, both prior to getting sober and then, in a big way during a later relapse that was more like a death match. It’s truly stunning that I’ve lived to tell this tale. Maybe that’s why I feel this sudden and surprising need to write here, of all places. Funny, too, considering that I’ve thought about calling a crisis hotline for days now…

A decade ago I discovered the gift of mediumship for which I’m most grateful, but about which I have mixed feelings. Let’s just say it happened out of the blue after a quarter century career that was very different and, by any standard, extremely successful. Now? Or hurt and isolation characterize my position. And, let’s not forget shame, that toxic bear gobbling everything in sight, so to speak, but mostly hope. Here’s the deal, as Letterman used to say…

I think I’ve allowed myself to be unprotected for too long or too often and that certain less than savory elements occupy my life that have fundamentally altered my usefulness. (That is maybe the biggest understatement I’ve ever communicated.)

I am declaring this intention: I am calling to my Source, the power of the benevolent angels and those beloved departed who root for me in heaven to vanquish anything within that wants less than my highest purpose achieved for the rest of my time on this planet to help restore me to a life in which I function, period. I miss loving myself and feeling good about what I accomplished – and, in that, I’m including loving others and being of service.

Mr. Kreiter, thank you for the thoughtful, wise and generous insights you’ve posted here. Reading your words give me hope that I can enlist spiritual and human help to claim my intention – without getting a darn exorcism.

The fact that I know that our consciousness survives the death of our physical body is the only reason I have not exited early from the frightening quagmire I’ve co-created over the last several years. I could have said that more directly, but assume you know exactly what I mean. In that vein, if you’d be kind enough to send a good thought my way, I’d be, as the saying goes, eternally grateful. That’s from the heart.

Incidentally, to abet this hope/intention, I have a session scheduled with Alba Weinman in a couple of weeks. I think her work in QHHT – although branded with her own imprimatur – is very important. Considering that I find it as cosmically revolutionary as it gets, she herself is devoid of new age drama queen traits. (I am one of the most reluctant, skeptical psychics I know, btw, in that I fervently desire consistency that, just maybe, can finally transpire when my belief in myself has been restored.)

Gosh, I certainly didn’t mean to write an autobiography here. Thank you for your forbearance in allowing me to post this. I’ve been reading what others have shared here and think there’s a good chance my experiences aren’t as rare as I felt even just an hour ago!

Pax et lux,

Brett

“Do you ever have certain patterns, like the patterns on the ceiling or the patterns in a really busy curtain, change into the faces or into other images?”

I get the others, but what does this one mean?