I remember when I was a very young child, maybe 3 or 4 years old, I discovered the joys of climbing as high as possible in an old silver leaf maple tree in our backyard. It was a place of peace and aloneness. I loved being alone. I would sit in that tree just watching the sky until my parents made me come out of the tree. Mostly there were just clouds and birds. Sometimes there were just thoughts of other worlds and other beings. Not something that most young children do.
I guess the time to myself gave me time to work on something that I do believe is called telekinesis. I started out making the leaves of the tree move the way they did on windy days. Of course, it only started with a leaf or two. Took a long time to get the tree to let me work with large sections of leaves. It was a grand old tree.
I later played with the flames of candles. I would light a row of candles and put on some music that I really enjoyed. Then I would make the flames dance with the music in my soul. I would dance with the music in my mind and the flames would move with me. I didn't learn until many years later that this was not something that everyone did.
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I fell out of the habit of working with this skill and didn't think of it as being there or gone until I was at college. While at college, I spent a lot of time on the phone with the guy I would later marry. One semester, there was another guy in that same part of my boyfriend's dorm who was very, very obnoxious. As I have pointed out in some of my previous articles, I was raised under very strict rules. Basically I was not the kind of girl the obnoxious guy said I was. He had no reason to think this as we had never met. But whenever I was talking to my boyfriend on the phone, that obnoxious guy would make rude comments very loudly. I told my boyfriend to make him stop or I would. Now I never really thought what it was I would do, so nothing was prearranged.
One night when we were on the phone, this obnoxious guy was really making some rude comments. I remember saying, "That's it!" Then I heard this loud sound over the phone like a door had slammed. Then I heard very loud screams of pain. Come to find out, the guy had been standing in the doorway of my boyfriend's room yelling into the room. My boyfriend had thrown something at the other guy, and the guy ducked out of the doorway. However, he was still holding on to the door frame with one hand. The door actually slammed on that hand....hard! Now I do not recall consciously doing anything. But there was no breeze or other natural occurance to make the door close. It was not pushed by anyone as nobody but the obnoxious guy was even close to it. It had not slammed like that before. So maybe I did it.....maybe not.
At any rate, it was something that really got my attention. I figured if I did do that, it was fair warning to curb my temper and not do anything like that again. So I went back to making candle flames dance to music and such. Nothing really big.
This is only of any importance if I introduce you to my daughter, Nikki. She is going to be 23 in August. She is a great child, but also very disabled. She was born with her physical disabilities, and they will not improve or go away during her lifetime. I will tell you that the longest any doctor thought she would live was 5 years. Remember I said she is 22 years old now. I guess not all doctors can write the future of all patients.
Nikki was born with the same abilities I have. She has pretty much followed the same timeline of development as me. At about the time WhiteTiger joined our little family, she was nearing her 18th birthday. We went through a time when she started, so I thought, developing her telekinetic abilities.
She hated to go to bed if we were going to still be up doing things. She wanted, like most kids, to be in the middle of the activity. One night, after she had been in her bed long enough to be asleep, we heard what sounded like the TV on in her room. We are forever muting the TV for advertisements because they are so loud. So there is no telling when her TV came on, but nevertheless it was on. Now we were both sure we had turned it off when we put her to bed. We turned it back off and left her for the night. This continued to happen, and then her stereo started coming on also. That kind of ruled out a malfunctioning TV. You have to understand that she is unable to get out of her bed by herself. So she could not have gotten out of bed to get to the remote, the TV, or the stereo.
I was beginning to think that one of her "ozone" visitors was turning them on for her. It is amazing the communication she has with entities other than living humans. I finally asked her about it one night when I went in to turn off her stereo. She said that she did not have a visitor who was turning things on. She kept pointing to her forehead. Me being braindead at the time, I kept asking her if she had a headache and needed a Tylenol. She kept shaking her head "no". Finally, she told me (telepathically: as she is unable to speak) that she was thinking them on. Well, that made perfect sense to me. I had not thought of that, which further indicates that I was braindead. LOL
By now, it is something that is normal to ask when something unusual happens. I just ask her if she made something happen with her mind. She knows exactly what that means. Finally figuring that out makes events from the past make more sense.
You have to have some understanding of how tiny she is. At 22 years of age, she is about the size of a kindergartner, or 5 year old. She was much smaller in the place we lived at where I believe she first started working all this telekinesis ability out with larger things and things that take more concentration.
She had so many toys that we finally bought many plastic storage bins to store them under her beds. We would get them out as she wanted to play with them. Now there were several occasions when I went to her bedroom and found all the bins out from under both beds. Toys were strewn over every available space on her bedroom floor. She would usually be tucked away between the beds with toys covering all spaces in the room around her. She is unable to walk or sit up. She is limited to rolling and scooting. She has much more strength now than she had back then. Some of those boxes that were out from under the beds were filled with books and heavy toys. Yet they were all out, opened, and stuff was everywhere. Most of them were well out of her reach. It might have been something really unusual to someone else. But it was such a normal thing to me that I never gave it another thought. It was just a process of me spending an hour putting everything back up!
Another thing that she did was manage to open her closet door. If she wanted to be changed, she would come dragging a diaper and a bag of wipes across the living room to wherever I was in the house. Remember she can't stand or walk. I didn't really think it was unusual. But a friend was visiting once when she did that. The first thing the friend asked was how Nikki was able to get the closet door open. The doorknob was above waist level on me, so it was well out of her reach. Besides it was difficult to open that door. Well, I just had not thought of that. Like I said, the abnormal is normal in my home.
So what is possible with our minds? For us, the possibilities are unlimited. :)
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