That dear friend, whom I've mentioned in prior posts, tells me on a regular basis that my children get their abilities from, well, me and my mom and her mom and so on. I've always had an inkling about myself, but never really knowing what to do about it, I guess you could say I just stagnated.
To be honest, I did do my fair share of dabbling in paranormal (back in the day that's what all this was called study when I was in middle school but it was only reading and trying to replicate what I read. I can still remember the middle school library. Those books were in the back corner and it was dimly lit for that reason alone. I remember being so utterly enthralled that I literally couldn't wait to check them out. I pulled them from that stack and sat indian style right there on the floor and started skimming and scanning. I can still feel the coolness of the book racks as I leaned up again them, sitting there pouring myself into these books so that I could absorb everything they had to offer. I wonder now, was it those racks that caused the shiver up my spine or something more unseen? You mustn't forget, I didn't have the internet then, so I was a slave to that library, trying to figure me out. Even back then I went where i was pulled and I was pulled. I sensed, but didn't see or hear, I just knew. I trusted my base intuition. Just like I do today but today I trust it much more readily. Today I accept it as my intuitive part. But then, I didn't know. I needed to know. I knew there was more that met my eye.
Now, some odd years later, as I experience my children's development, I too am beginning to develop, recognize, or maybe even reawaken my own abilities. Maybe I wasn't all that stagnant after all. I just didn't recognize or remember all that I was doing because I, like my children, thought that everyone did this or felt this way, so I never brought it up.
