I don’t remember what article I was reading this week, but it listed common criteria for psychics. Some of the things were like “able to put together furniture” which I associate with being mechanically inclined more than being psychic, but I don’t know much about psychics.
- Babies and dogs love you instantly
- You are sensitive to scents
- You see colors around people
- You hear sounds no one else hears
- You intuitively know how things go together
- You are a vivid dreamer
- You commonly experience Deja-Vu
There were others, but these are the ones I remember. All except the being able to put shit together intuitively apply to me, which is weird because I don’t like babies nearly as much as they like me.
They also apply to my mother, including the mechanically inclined part. My mother can soothe the babies of strangers with just a touch. It never fails, if her and I are grocery shopping, some baby in a shopping cart will want our attention. They wave, smile, giggle, make faces at us, and I have actually seen my mom touch a baby’s hand while it was fussing in a cart and have it instantly settle down. The baby’s mother was less freaked out than one might imagine because my mom just puts off a grandmother feeling and people are just comfortable around her, even if their babies. The mother told us that said baby had been teething and hadn’t stopped fussing for days and she was surprised my mom had gotten her to calm down even for a few minutes because her own mom hadn’t been able to do it.
However, my cousin and I are fairly sure that most of the women in our family are a touch psychic. On more than one occasion when my cousin and I were together, we have both been struck by watery eye-hair standing on end sensations at the same time.
Most of the time, I’m indifferent to claims of psychic abilities and I don’t know if I believe they exist or not. But sometimes it’s hard to dismiss every event that happens to someone as coincidence. Especially considering strange things happen from time to time. For example, before we bought our house over the summer, I had a dream about it. That wouldn’t be a big deal except it was June and we weren’t even looking at houses at the time, especially not this house, which we saw the first day it came on the market. I walked in and knew it was the house I had dreamed about and I have had a lot of deja vu moments in it.
Also, I was instantly in love. I am not particularly close to any of my uncles on my mom’s side. There is one though that I talk to often and like a lot (and one is creepy AF and I am waiting for the news to splash his picture around announcing he’s a serial killer).
A few weeks after we moved in, the uncle I really like, came by to see the house. I gave him the tour and he looked at me and asked why we had decided on this particularly house. Turns out during the 1970s and 1980s, my uncle knew the guy that owned the house and they held a monthly poker game here. Here’s the thing, I don’t live in a huge city, but it isn’t a little town either. At a population of 110,000 residents, with at least four satellite cities, the odds of us buying a house my uncle used to play poker in three decades earlier were really rather slim. Especially, since my uncle has lived in several other cities besides this one…
It just makes you scratch your head. We saw probably a hundred houses and yet this was the one I absolutely wanted to have. The others were nice, but they were just houses, this one felt familiar, like a home.