Your first psychic vision and the response from it

[Old Soul]

Thought we could all share our first* psychic vision and discuss how profoundly effected we all were, I know my very first one hit me hard as I did not even believe in psychic abilities at that time lol

Here is mine.....

My step son had come out for a visit on his new street bike, he wanted to show it to us, as he is / was a die hard bike lover, We had diner and after wards I retreated into the kitchen to clean up dishes, hubby and step son went outside to discuss biking things , I was standing there drying a mug with my towel , when I saw a full moving picture in my mind, it was like a mini movie, but i was consious of my surroundings although observing the mini vision..

I saw the 4 way stop the street sign , the city and my step son wipe out, he slid through the lights letting go of his bike........ ( i saw it all). I dropped the mug on the floor broke it, Ran outside to tell him "Please do not speed"!
as it is his nature to live fast, he looked at me and said ok, I said NO please do not speed !!

Anyways he put his helmet on and off he flew down the road.... 25 mins later when he gets to the city where i saw the vison, I get a phone call, sure enough he wiped out exactly where i saw him wipe out and in the same way

He said "geesh what did you do put a hex on me?" lol he was not hurt, but tore his leathers up pretty good..... I tried to explain to him just this year what I saw, but i see it made him feel very uncomfortable so i dropped it

has anyone every met with real negative responses from people whom you tried to warn from a vision you recieved... sometimes I feel like i have NO right what so ever to see these things, as it can be interprested as invasive,

anyone any thoughts to share on this mattter

[Erin Pavlina]

When I first began communicating with dead relatives everytime I was in a room with someone I would begin feeling the relatives coming through. At one event I got a strong message from a deceased husband for his living wife. But I didn't say anything at the event. Later I asked my mom to get in touch with this woman for me (it was her friend) to tell her I had a message from her deceased husband but she was very upset and basically said she didn't want to hear from him or hear anything he had to say. It was very unfortunate because the message was of him asking for forgiveness (I am too far removed from this woman to know the particulars of her time with this guy so I don't know the exact situation) but she didn't wnat to hear from him; was too angry. And I didn't want to force the message on her so I kept it to myself.

now, that doesn't happen to me. Dead relatives don't jump me anymore without my permission.

But yeah, I didn't expect to run into that kind of vehement denial. Taught me a lesson though not to assume everyone is open to this sort of thing.

[Old Soul]

How did your comunicating with the dead happen? did you seek out this ability or did it just happen one day from out of nowhere?

I know for me personally I don't know why I see somethings , usually it happens in dreams , but not always, I honestly don't even understand it all

[Erin Pavlina]

I blogged about the emergence of this ability here. Have a read.

[sassydarlyn]

This was not my first Psychic vision but reminds me of Erin's in that facing the reluctance of someone that may not want to hear. I did give the message and the outcome was powerful, but not a word was ever said again. My 15 year old sister was killed instantly in a car accident right before my
17th Birthday, I did not have a dream or premonition of her death as I had when I was a child with other relatives but I was struck in the most profound way at the moment of her death with an impending sense of doom. I had to fly home from Salt lake City to Chicago for her funeral. We had always shared a room and I had moved out so I did sleep in her room upon arriving home. The first two nights the dreams were of her and our two close friends that were also killed in the same accident following me around telling me it was all a mistake, they were not dead! These dreams would have me up and crying when I would awake and realized, it was just a dream. On the night before the funeral, after a couple of almost sleepless nights, I had a different dream where she and the other girls came to me, bathed in a glowing light, dressed in long flowing white gowns with messages for me to deliver. The basic message was that of pure joy and happiness and not to be too sad for them. They would be there and waiting. I said to my sister, " You need to tell Mom yourself!" She responded that she could not tell her but she left something in her purse that would help her understand her happiness. When I woke up a few minutes later I went to her purse and In her wallet folded up I found a poem she had cut out of a magazine, and keep in mind she was only 15 years old. The poem started, "Sometimes I dream of Heaven's Shore, Where Pain and Sorrow will be no More....." the poem goes on, but this part is now on her gravestone and the Preacher read it at her funeral. When I woke up with my Mom the next morning I had the paper clenched in my hand and put it in hers, half asleep I whispered, "Dianne left this for you." She just took it from me and never spoke about it again and to this day will not bring up how I found the poem. I have had many dreams since, my Mom just says I am weird!

[palimpsest]

I had a dream that I went downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water and on the table were two white cats that I knew were my sister's kittens (in waking life, her cat had four kittens -- two black, two ginger.) I wondered a bit how they grew big so fast and weren't they differently colored...? but shrugged it off, went back to my room, woke up, and later told my mom about it. She asked me what personal significance the color white had, and I said death. A couple weeks later, two of my sister's kittens died... when I blurted out that my dream was precognitive after all, my sister whined that I should have warned her it was going to happen, but I said that mom said it was just Freudian brain vomit (my mom said not to blame her because we never had the conversation about that dream, and it's always hard to tell if she really forgets something or just wants off the hook.)

That said, my family's relatively supportive... they share a belief that the paranormal and spiritual exist at all, for example, and have involved some other people -- psychics and dream-psychologists -- to talk me through it. But, I can't help thinking that they'll only support my sensitivity if it's cool, amusing, or they want to vicariously overcompensate for powerlessness and insignificance in real life -- I know the latter's my primary reason for taking up independent psionics training, but they discourage training because I ought to let it develop naturally. It's the same with singing and mathematics -- either you're born with that skill fully developed, or you're not and shouldn't even try, so it's not a psychic-specific negative reaction... actually, it's usually helped me to assume that no really negative reaction is completely because of something I did... Old Soul, I think it's just that not a lot of us really understand how the world works that includes precognition and especially what it implies about free will (kind of like what a round world implies about gravity,) "The Carpet People" by Terry Pratchett is my favorite (fantasy) novel about this seeming opposition.

Well, anyway, I'm on a psychic shutdown this month. It's for me-- the training took a turn for the scary, and while that also meant "educational" it ended up meaning "draining and need a break," and I didn't know you could take a break but tried anyway... and so far walking in a material causality paradigm has been extraordinarily refreshing.

[Old Soul]

Here is an experience I had which I believe kicked the whole 6th sense into being for me, at least I do not recall every having any powers of any sort prior to this, it was my dads death.....( this was 15 yrs ago)

We all were standing over my dads grave, I did take his death quite hard, as he was my last living parent, my mother died of pancriatic cancer when she was 47, I was 17 at the time, and my sister died exactly one year before my mothers death, my sister died at 16 (suicide)

so losing my dad was quite rough, I was standing over the grave and the thought came to mind "I am an orphan to the world", and it felt like my spirit broke, I felt an overwhelming sadness, that i have never experienced before.
And as soon as i had that thought I had this impressed upon my mind (crystal clear mental voice) "I will not leave you as an orphan"..... it was so clear that i remember looking arround to see who was talking to me... we left the graveyard and while driving home I heard again in my mind "pray"
when i got home I was emotionally exausted, I plopped down in the chair in the living room and I heard again "pray"

I did, I barely got the words out of my mouth and fell asleep, first I prayed "God if you are there please take care of my dad"....

I fell asleep, and in my dream I saw a ball of light, it was bright white and glowing, I remember squinting to get a closer look, this ball of luminous white got closer and closer, and as it did it got bigger and bigger, but it did not hurt my eyes to look at it....... Then when it was right in front of me, this light dissipated into thousands of brilliant little shards, and behind it was my dad standing there, from his shoulders upward.... he smile and winked at me..

The thing is, winking was something dad use to do to me all the time when I was a little girl, ( I am 48 btw), this wink was his way of saying I told you so, or you can always trust me... he use to do this often as his way of letting me know i could trust him...

then as quick as he appeard from behind the ball of light , he slowly started to break up to dissipate, and as he did this, I could smell his cologne and feel his whisker stubble on my chin....... I was instantly filled with a JOY! and power I have never felt before........ it was the most powerful feeling , i have ever experienced, the peace and the love was out of this world..... and my stomache did a roller coaster turn, it was all i could do to catch my breathe, because it effected my physcial , body, it was awsome!!!!!

I woke up , bolted upright, noticed that i had only been asleep for a couple of mins....... and I knew that i knew my dad was ok........... here is the thing!! to this day, that peace and joy and love has not left me......... it really effected me profoundly

ever since this experience 15 yrs ago, i have been able to see things in my dreams and waking hours ..... I don't understand it all...... but now i just go with it , and the good thing is I have met others that do not think i am crazy or even if they do... they have shared the same experiences -so at least i feel i fit in :-)

[Lallymac]

The first really significant psychic experience I had, that impacted on my life, happened when I was 18 (in 1976). I was flatting in the city with some friends, studying part-time while doing a 3 yr cadetship in major fashion house. My best friend was still living at home, out of town and studying graphics and design at a local tech institute. We’d been best buddies for ten years, living in and out each others homes. I’d catch up with her once a month when I went back home.

I was at work one day and the radio was on in the background. The news came on and I heard the announcer say that the body of 18 year old girl was found on our local golf course. Then they said it had been identified as my best friend. I broke down and my boss sent me home in a cab. We didn’t have a phone in the cottage so I couldn’t call anyone. I was too distraught to anyway. My flat-mates arrived home shortly after to find me in a mess.

I told them what had happened and one of them (a friend I’d gone to school with) said she’d been listening to the radio all day and hadn’t heard it. She ran up the road to a neighbour and borrowed their phone. A little while later she arrived back livid with rage. She’d just spoken to my friend on the phone and she was fine. She accused me of making it up as a sick joke. She didn’t tell my friend why she was calling but threatened to if I ever pulled a stunt like again.

I was reeling for a few days. I thought I was losing my mind and my flat-mates pulled right back from me. Exactly a week later, just as everything was starting to settle down, I heard the announcement again on the radio at work. I was so angry, I unplugged it. When I got home a couple of hours later my flat-mates were waiting for me. This time it was real. She had committed suicide. Everything went weird. I stepped into a fog and couldn’t feel anything, for quite awhile after. For a long time I thought it was my fault, like somehow by seeing it, I’d made it happen. I moved back home briefly not long after and no-one talked about her. It was like a big chunk of my life hadn’t happened. I didn’t tell my family what I’d heard in case they thought it was my fault too.

Lallymac

[Old Soul]

oh wow... !! how tragic, and I am so sorry!!!!

do you often with this ability feel "isolated" or really alone at times? I admit my experiences with abilities have made me feel like a misfit

maybe we should start a support post for this area of topic alone.....

[CFPurpose]

I have 2 I'd like to share only because one had an effect on a 3rd person and the other story effected a lot of people simply because I disregarded what I saw....

I usually receive dreams of future events but do not remember them until they re-play except for a couple and this one was that I dreamt my father lost his job that he had currently been working at for over 23 years. I didn't tell him. In fact, I told myself that It was a stupid dream and my dad couldn't possibly lose his job. 1 wk later, I received a phone call from my dad and my mom relaying the news. I can't remember how long I waited to actually admit to having the dream but I admitted it with tears falling down my face because I had not forwarned him. My dad just looked at me with a gaped mouth and then..... Amazingly, Gave me a hug! I still felt awful about it though.

Here's another one, and I'll keep it short because it has a good message behind it. 4 years ago, one of the biggest tragedies of my life occured. Not only mine, but my childrens, my parents, my family. (everyone linked closely to my children and I were effected. ) Before this event, I had thoughts enter my mind. I thought they were simply horrible. I could not shake them. I told myself I was crazy for thinking that such a thing was currently occuring behind the scenes within my family and I kept it to myself. I would cry myself to sleep at night beside my husband and he would tell me everything was okay. I was just imagining things. The day my son relayed to me what he did, I KNEW I could no longer ignore what I see and feel. Within a matter of 1 day, we encountered death, a loss of a home, uproar, outrage, hurt, pain, every emotion that one could feel soared through each and every member of our family. For months following the event, insignificant dreams I had had manifested into reality (I call them "my deja vu's). Always pay very close attention to your intuition my friends. I may eventually write a book over this event as there is so much missinformation out there for the victims at hand...

After this event, I learned that I couldn't doubt myself any longer. At least not when it came to things like this.

[CFPurpose]

Originally Posted by Lallymac

The first really significant psychic experience I had, that impacted on my life, happened when I was 18 (in 1976). .....

Lally! That is awful! (long pause...) You know, I wonder how one can learn to interpret when pre-cogs come through in ways like that. Something like that actually happened to me too about 2 months ago. I was sitting on my bed watching t.v, the news broadcast flicked across with upcoming stories they were going to cover. 1 spoke of a missing couple. I looked up and saw the familiar couple I had seen the week prior on a news report and I frowned and thought to myself, "Geeze, they've been missing for over a week now. I hope they are okay." After commercials ran, the news came back and the report ran on the couple but it was a duplicate from what I swore I had seen. The reporter reported that the couple had been phoned in missing the night prior and noone had seen or heard from them in 48 hours.

I was completely floored but thought to myself afterward how one could decifer when they are being given a pre-cog in this manner. Like you Lally, I truly believed I had heard of the couple dissapearing. Then I thought that even if I had known I was seeing a pre-cog of the missing couple, what was I to do? locate them in the phone book and try to warn them to stay at home on this particular day? Like to see what type of reaction that could bring about?!

Hope you have healed over the death of your friend Lally. ((( Hugs )))

[Lallymac]

Old Soul: CFPurpose;
That experience was one of many I've had since. It shaped the course of my life. I tried to run and hide from that part of myself. I married an older man who was a Christian and appeared to have the black and white answers to the things that confused me. I continued having paranormal experiences. I found the hypocrisy within the church, ludicrous and irrational.

When I placed my hands on someone in a healing circle and they experienced the profound love, warmth and healing that came through me, I was told I’d ‘been blessed with a gift from the Lord.’ When I made the fatal mistake a few weeks later of quietly saying to the person I was healing ‘your mother is with me and she wants to let you know that she ok,’ suddenly I was possessed by Satan. Didn’t Christ say in the bible we are created in his image? Didn’t Christ appear before his disciples after he died? I could go on. But they upshot of it was I left the church and a while later my husband who as I became more confident and aware of myself was too afraid or unable to shift any of his preconditioning. I don’t blame him or think any less of him. I’d struggled with it myself.

Sometimes I'm shown things I can do something about, other times I can only conclude the incidence is fated and I'm shown it for personal preparation (frustrating).

Lally

[Old Soul]

When I made the fatal mistake a few weeks later of quietly saying to the person I was healing ‘your mother is with me and she wants to let you know that she ok,’ suddenly I was possessed by Satan.

so you tell them, that their God uses Satan and his power for his purpose too!
seems they convienientaly forget this, even though this is clearly mentioned throughout the bible in experience after experience....

Honestly I have come to the conclusion that I just do not do well with fundementalist christians, i gave up along long time ago , i just don't believe in God and Jesus the way they do........

[Beloved]

I remember my first (that I remember) experience, it was the day I got my driver's licence. The day before I started thinking that they were going to try to get me to type out my own licence and that I was going to have climb over the the counter. I had an early morning test which meant that the registry office staff wasn't on yet so there was no typist (yep they used typewriters back then). I was asked if I could type and when I said yes, I was told to climb over the counter so I could do it. Just as I got over another person came in and told them that I wasn't allowed to do it. Never told anyone that.

I don't tell of a lot of my premonitions, mainly because I don't get time, usually I dream of something the night before it happens. In one dream I was in a haunted house and the ghosts in it wanted me to go with them. I was tapped on the shoulder by a family friend who told me that he would go with them instead of me. A day or so later that friend passed away. In another dream I knocked on my Aunt and Uncle's door, my deceased Aunt answered, looked at me and said "oh it's only you, I'm waiting for someone else". 2 days later I heard that her step-daughter had died. I dreamt of Princess Diana's death just before it happened, just didn't know it was her at the time, only put 2 and 2 together when I saw the news stories. And 2 days before Steve Urwin passed I watched one of his shows and felt very sad, I felt he would die very soon.