As I have mentioned previously, my mother and her female relatives were quite open minded about matters of the paranormal. It was not uncommon for my mother and her sisters to say the same thing at the same time or to have similar dreams on the same night. I don’t know if such episodes qualify as telepathy, but I can vouch for a personal experience that probably does.
A Penny for your Telepathy
One morning I was drying dishes as my mother washed them. Oddly, before mom would say something, I would think it. I was not hearing her voice. The words were just thoughts. They did not seem to be coming from outside me–they just seemed like normal thoughts. She said something to me (I no longer recall what) and I said, “I was just thinking that.” There was nothing remarkable about it, and my mother said nothing.
The second time I heard the words before she spoke them, I was mildly surprised. I was just a kid, however, and I had no idea I was experiencing telepathy. Again, mom said something to me, and I said, “I was just thinking about that.” Mom gave me a bit of a look, but she didn’t comment. I should have paid attention to that look.
My mother was open-minded but not particularly patient. She had little tolerance for what she deemed “antics” and the temper to prove it. I should have taken a cue from that look, however subtle.
Mom for the TKO
The third time I said to my mother, “I was just thinking that,” (because I was) she addressed me by my complete name! The use of one’s birth certificate name was never a good thing in our house. She said, “You cannot possibly be thinking the same thing I am three times in a row. Stop saying that!”
My feelings were hurt, because I was only telling the truth. Telepathy notwithstanding, I knew better than to attempt defending my position. When my mother lost her temper, she took no prisoners. Most of us understood it was more important to maintain the peace than to be right. I shut up and dried dishes.
I have often heard it said, “Spirit is a gentleman.” That statement is sexist, considering Spirit exists in myriad forms, but the meaning is clear; Spirit doesn’t force itself on people. It doesn’t go where it’s not wanted or invited. Spirit is so loving and accommodating that the slightest rejection propels it away. It will not intrude where unwanted.
Mom made me feel ashamed and threatened because I expressed this gift of the Spirit. I was afraid to speak up. I didn’t defend myself. I didn’t stand up for the truth. Once chastised for it, it never happened again–at least not with people. It’s possible it was just a one-off experience–that Mom’s reaction didn’t squelch it. Somehow, though, I doubt it.
The Beat Goes On
Although I never again heard another person’s thoughts, I do frequently hear from Spirit. I’m not sure what to call these communications. They could be telepathy or clairaudience. They often come in the form of songs. Sometimes the songs are on the radio, but more often they play through my mind and I suddenly realize I’m getting a message. The songs often confirm my decisions (especially big ones) or tell me the status of a difficult situation.
A recent example involves a business transaction that was, by turns, maddening and infuriating. Through no fault of our own, my husband and I found ourselves dealing with an abusive and narcissistic manipulator. We did not know this about the individual early on. We are honest, reasonable, straightforward people. It was confusing, shocking and frustrating to experience the bullying, control and lack of respect dished out to us.
Tie Me Kangaroo to the Whipping Post
While yet again waiting for this plague-passing-for-a-human to make his next move, I woke with the song “Tied to the Whipping Post” running through my head. Well, I thought, that is certainly apt. Later the same week, I woke to “Tie me Kangaroo Down” circulating in my mind. I know that’s funny, but the being “tied” up/down aspect of both songs was not lost on me. That’s exactly how we felt.
At some point that weekend, my husband and I decided to put an end to the bullying, no matter the outcome. For the first time in weeks, we slept. The next morning, I woke with Kesha’s song “Praying” playing on my mental radio. For those unfamiliar with the song, it speaks of breaking ties with an abuser, but refusing to abuse in return. Instead, the singer hopes the abuser will feel remorse and attain spiritual evolution and peace through prayer.
Similar to Kesha, we didn’t wish the person ill, but we weren’t putting up with any more of his “antics,” either. As is the case with most bullies, he couldn’t walk away fast enough once we said “No more.”
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