I believe that psychic talent is passed down through the generations.
To illustrate my point, I would like to recount an event that happened many years ago. I was 4 years old and on holiday with my family. We were poor and couldn’t afford much – in fact it was a run down Caravan Park in Blackpool.
One particular day, my 10 year old sister and I were bored. We wandered around the caravan site trying to find something to do. There was a lot of noise coming from the old club house, so naturally we were drawn toward it.
As we approached, we could see through the dirty windows a group of children playing volleyball inside. Without hesitation, we decided to join them and ran inside.
But something very strange happened. Once inside, we stood there motionless, our mouths agape. The hall was empty. No one was there. There was only a pile of chairs – and silence.
The caretaker – an old shuffling man – appeared from the back of the hall. He looked at us incredulously as we briefly told our story. We wanted to join the other kids in playing volleyball. He told us no one had played volleyball in the hall for at least 10 years.
Forty years later and my sister still does not like to talk about that strange episode. We both inherited our psychic abilities. She has suppressed her ability, seeing it as a curse. I have come to terms with my psychic talent. It can be very difficult at times – but I see my capability as a gift.