You are telepathic and featured jewelry
Have you ever noticed that you are so connected to someone you are constantly exchanging thoughts? And I do not mean out loud. I mean silently. Telepathically.
Pish-posh, Eliza. Telepathy exists in books and movies.
Sorry, I beg to differ. Marc and I are constantly picking up on each other’s thoughts.
Well, you live with him. You have conversations with him. You do things with him. You make plans with him. You aren’t picking up on each other’s thoughts. It’s all just a natural extension of all this.
Somewhat yes. But in a large part, no.
For example, we rarely order dinner in. Maybe two times per year. And yet, I can guarantee you that for those two times per year it goes down like this:
Marc, let’s just order in.
Funny you should say that, Eliza. I’m on the St.Hubert website right now, picking out some chicken meals to order.
Not a very exciting example is it? But it is the type of example that repeats itself over and over between the two us.
Maybe this is why people discount telepathy. They are looking for the exciting and sensational examples you find in movies and books. Or, we think that telepathy is the sole realm of cable tv psychics.
And yet, it’s really quite mundane. Like deciding to order dinner in at the exact same time as your husband. It can be singing a song in your head, then having the person standing next to you start to sing the exact same song out loud.
I am positive that on more than once occasion someone said something to you, and you have responded with
Wow! I was just thinking that!
You then promptly ceased to put any further thought to the fact that two people had the exact same thought at the exact same time.
I think also we misconstrue what telepathy feels like. Again, movies and books will have us believe that we get ‘inside someone’s head’ and literally hear their voice speaking.
Actually, I honestly believe a thought is entirely my own. It sounds like my ‘thought voice’ and I certainly do not have a sense of someone else’s presence. I also know that Marc thinks the thought is entirely his own. It isn’t until we compare notes that we realize we are sharing a thought.
Is that it, Eliza? Telepathy is quite boring then.
Actually, no. Once you acknowledge that you are routinely mundanely telepathic, you can crank it up a notch. Marc and I now delight in playing ‘What am I thinking?’ Now that we have simply accepted our shared ability, we are getting really accurate at this game.
Trust me, some of our shared thoughts are far from mundane.
What am I thinking, Marc?
Your thinking you want to go upstairs, take off your clothes and …
I’ll let you finish off that thought. After all, you too are telepathic.
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I would not say that I have telepathy, but often with people, I pick up on their emotions, most often the ones they are attempting to hold inside.
At the Farmer’s Market last weekend, I was standing in line for the peaches and the woman next to me was nibbling the free cherries ….and I knew that she was at the market to get over a fight she had with someone very close to her – I decided it was her mother.
A second clerk came up to help and I heard the woman say, ” I think these cherries would be just the thing for my daughter – a treat!” So I concluded she was the mother with possibly a teenage daughter.
Oh and I guess I can read my partners mind a bit…whenever we need to talk about something really important he leaves the room and disappears – often for a bike ride.
Aren’t you lucky, my partner would never think of suggesting eating out or ordering in….”Why would we do something like that?”
@Patricia – if you are picking up on emotions, then you are an empath. Intuiting that someone had a fight with another female is showing psychic abilities. I will be doing more articles on these in the coming months.
Ohhhh Eliza – you got me with this one. Rather than telepathic I believe my word is Intuitive. I sense when some things are going to happen. It is not a huge revelation, but a quiet voice that hints of something that occurs. My late husband’s cousin was connected to Intuitives/ Physics in California. Very interesting stuff. While I am on the lower rung, I do feel there is something to all of this. Don’t get carried away with it, but it is the reason I follow my hunches and don’t think twice about it. Right on most of the time.
I love your new necklace and I adore wearing the one I just got from you. Barbara
@Barbara – oh, this is such exciting dialogue. I am giving my first Intuition Workshop next week, and I love the fact that you say intuition is not a huge revelation. I think this is very important for people to be aware of. It is just a quiet little voice, which means we have to cut out the noise in our lives to hear it. The voice is there for all of us; we just can’t all hear it.
Morning, Eliza! I had to smile when I read this post…yes, I believe we all have the ability to be telepathic, we simply don’t use it, or we deny it. Gratefully, I came from a long line of women who “connected” with this other sense, so as a child, when I would “see or hear” things, no one told me it was my imagination.
Interestingly, moonstones and I go way back. My Grandmother had a string of moonstone beads (like a string of pearls, only moonstones). My Mom had it and I, being her only daughter, was to inherit it. Unfortunately, in my teens, our home was burglarized and the moonstones where taken. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I finally found a pair of moonstone earrings and then a pendant. Shortly after finding them, I “found” my beloved…there are no coincidences in life!
@Linda – I too have always heard, seen and felt things. And like you, I come from a family that simply accepts this is what I can do. Most of my family members are the same. I think our lives are enriched for not having to hide our abilities, nor feel ‘odd’ for having them. Notice I did not refer to ‘gifts’ as many people tend to. That is because I strongly believe that all human beings have innate abilities to hear, see and feel things outside of the explicable world; hence, my upcoming workshops.
Beautiful story about your moonstones. While the family beads were stolen, it put you on a special hunt for the stones. And I also believe there are no coincidences in life.
.. I would not exchange the laughter of my heart for the forturnes of the multitudes, nor would I be content with converting my tears~ invited by my agonized self~~ into calm. It is my fervent hope that my whole life on this earth will ever be~ tears and laughter. Tears that reveal to me the secret of life and its mystery, laughter that symbolizes joy over my very existence; tears with which I join the broken hearted, laughter that brings me closer to my fellow man.
I know now that those who possess bounty alone are naught but miserable; to my spirit, the sighs of lovers are more soothing than music of the lyre.
When night comes the flowers folds its petels and slumbers with love. At dawn it opens it lips to receive the suns kisses, bespeckled by quick dartings of clouds that come but surely go. The life of flowers is a life of hope and fulfillment and peace~ tears and laughter.
The waters ascends and turns into clouds that gather upon the hills and valleys, and when they meet the breeze they fall down upon the field and join the brook that sings its way toward the sea. The life of clouds is a life of farewell, and a life of reunion~~ tears and laughter.
Thus, the spirit separates itself from the body and walks into the world of substance, passing.. like clouds, over the mountains of happiness and valleys of sorrow, until it meets the breeze of death and returns to its starting place~~ . . . the endless ocean of love and beauty, which is God.
@ctc wilson – thank you. This is a beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran. Must be a bit too esoteric for me, because I can’t seem to make the link to my post, but it is beautiful