Iam so open and believing in paranormal activity that I have, for years, been visiting a psychic annually. My mother, who does not believe in the ability of knowing or even understanding the unseen, gets disappointed with me every time I bring up the paranormal. But I for one am absolutely fascinated by the entire concept of that which is but not seen!

I mean—isn’t that what God is all about? Trusting Him and loving Him unconditionally even when you cannot see him? So I wonder why people like my mom feel insulted when people like me talk about psychic abilities and the power of human 6th sense!

For years, I have known someone has been “with me” 24/7. I am not particularly a bright woman? at lease I wasn’t growing up; yet ever since I can remember; I have felt lucky, taken care of?cared for. There are times I have said things that are so wise that prompted me to ask “where did THAT come from!”? There are times I have done things just knowing, in my gut, that it hurts today, but it is something I must do?for my own happiness. And I have?inexplicably, I have and I have always been proven ‘sane’ for doing that which at the time made me wonder if I was doing the right thing.

I have walked out of jobs and relationships long before I physically walked out. Someone or something always gives me warning ahead of time, letting me know that “this situation” is about to end. And so when it actually happens, it is always AFTER I have come to terms with it and have walked out without fear or regret.

Even when I lost my job of 12 years in 2002, I knew 6 months ahead of time that my days were numbered. Even when I walked out of a marriage that wasn’t working for me?I did so knowing that no matter how much I invested in the relationship, I had to leave. And I left only after (it seemed) my heart was pre-pared for the loss. Even when my car was stolen from the train station, I knew that morning that I should not drive in?I didn’t know why I felt so, but I knew I shouldn’t. I didn’t listen to that little voice and my car was stolen the very day!

Since then, (particularly since then) I have made it a mission to listen to that little voice that whispers something. Of course, I have always failed to adhere its warning/advice because many a times, I would brush it off as “just a thought” but lately, especially since listening to Kelly Howell’s Sacred Ground meditation series, I have been hearing voices.

Voices that let me know I am not alone. Voices that comfort me and make me feel safe. And at times, of course, voices that spook me. I don’t know what the voices say, all I know is that I am not alone. And I am fine with it. But I do wonder … would I be wise to take some lessons in developing my sixth sense so that I can communicate with these voices? Or would that be like opening a can of worms I cannot control?

Let’s ponder on this … shall we?