My First Psychic Experience
During a radio show, the interviewer asked me about my first psychic experience. It was a long time ago, and at that time, I was so sick in bed with the flu that I thought I was going to die...
During a recent radio show, the interviewer asked about my first psychic experience. I was eight years old, so sick in bed with the flu that I thought I was going to die, and being surrounded by twelve angelic lights.
“That’s quite a story,” the host said. “Did you really feel you were going to die?”
I laughed. “Well, I was a melodramatic little girl. Whenever I got sick, I got very sick. Fevers, aches, stuffy head, sore eyes, blotchy skin – you name it. My mother used to say,” and I imitated her voice, “‘Carolyn, when you get sick, you get really sick.’”
The radio host and I shared another laugh, and then we had to break for local news, weather and a traffic report. As I sat back in my chair and half-listened to talk of cold fronts and tangled highways, my mind went back to that long ago morning, when my head felt so hot I thought my brain was melting.
My mother took my temperature and told me I wasn’t going to school that day. I offered a silent Thank you! prayer, and went upstairs to my room while my two sisters, envious because I had a day off, pretended I had the cooties.
Later, my mother prepared lunch – alphabet soup, Wonder Bread toast and a glass of milk. My stomach was too queasy for food, and I tried to sleep, but I was so achy I just lay like a log and stared at the purple curtains that shaded my windows from the afternoon sun. Even the Holly Hobbie pictures on the wall seemed sad.
I closed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. just like I saw dead people in the movies do when they were in coffins. Then I said – probably in my most theatrical voice – “God, I feel so awful! Just let me die!”
My bedroom door opened, and snapped shut. Whoosh-click! I heard the door crack open, then gently close. And again. Whoosh-click, whoosh-click, whoosh-click. Why was this happening? The windows were closed, so there was no breeze in the room. Mom was downstairs, probably ironing. My room was quieter than a tomb, except for the door opening and closing.
I counted the door opening 12 times, and each time it opened, I had the sense of a tall light gliding into the room. In my mind, I imagined slender white columns that thinned to a point just below the ceiling. Twelve of these light beings had gathered around my bed.
I drifted into sleep knowing that I was surrounded by something special.
When I awoke about four hours later – no head cold, fever or chills. Interestingly, I was refreshed yet tired, the same kind of feeling I get now after an invigorating run.
I didn’t tell this experience to my family or friends, because I didn’t think they’d understand, and I was afraid of being ridiculed. I already had a reputation for histrionics. So mum was the word when mom asked me how I was feeling.
“Okay,” I warily answered. And after another good night’s sleep, I went back to school.
“We’re back the announcer said, and I snapped out of my reverie. “So, before we take some phone calls from listeners, tell me – what’s your favourite part about being a psychic medium?”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Carolyn Molnar is a Toronto based Psychic Medium and Spiritual Teacher. She has over 30 years’ experience. She provides readings and also teaches others how to tap into their intuitive abilities. Her book, It Is Time: Knowledge From The Other Side, has made a real impact in how people understand intuition. She has been featured on radio, television and in print. Carolyn believes intuition is accessible to everyone. Please visit Carolyn at http://carolynmolnar.com/ and sign up to receive her monthly newsletter, "A Psychic's Message", and learn more about how to develop and use your intuition in a practical way.