Woo Woo

By Pauline Evanosky

I wonder what life as a famous author would be like every day. Probably just as boring as my own. You get up out of bed. Most everybody does that. Maybe you’ve got a morning ritual. Mine sometimes extends to a mumbled good morning to my spirit guides. Those are on days when my energy is low. If I am in better spirits, we might have a conversation about something.

I flex my arms and legs and do a little stretching. I try to remember all the good affirmations that can be done in the morning, like taking a deep breath and thinking to myself, “It’s a great day.” I don’t always remember to do that. Sometimes those morning affirmations take place later in the day.

My life as a writer and as a psychic is not that much different from my life was before I was a psychic. Becoming psychic is something that pretty much feels the same as you were before the “Event.” Actually, there is a difference. I’m not so afraid anymore.

Now, in retrospect, I can point to any number of ordinary things that were going on in my life that could have been considered psychic. Maybe. Are you the same? Probably because I really believe now that everybody is psychic to one degree or another. It’s difficult to think that something happened that was psychic because most people will tell you to stop doing that or that you are crazy. Nobody thinks you are psychic. Unless, of course, you happen to run into a psychic who recognizes something else is going on with you.

I can remember when I considered being psychic a gift, a talent, something that was passed down in your family and did not expose itself during ordinary life. In those days, I thought that psychics were born to the life or they had an accident, and after that, they were different. I never, in my wildest dreams, thought being psychic was something you could learn, like dancing or speaking a foreign language.

Rather than new information, it is just a reconsidering and reinterpreting of how you experience life. It’s trying to be good, forgiving yourself, learning how to be kind to yourself, honoring your body with the status of self, and becoming considerate first to yourself and then to others.

I think becoming psychic is realizing that other people and other beings, like animals, plants, trees, and rocks, have feelings, too. It is not thinking of animals as dumb anymore. It considers animals as beings with hopes and dreams, even if it is just excitement over a treat, but emotions they experience. I can remember hearing people saying that assigning human emotions to animals is stupid. Just plain stupid. That made me sad. To me that felt like denying God existed. I’m sure they would think that thought was stupid, but I have heard both a parakeet and a cat speak to me. Only once, but it was enough to convince me I had experienced something incredibly wonderful. This is where you might begin to study Shamanism.

I can tell my cats are happy to see me. They also know when I am upset.

So, I ask you. Is there one thing in life you are enthusiastic about? Playing cards, gardening, cooking, painting, writing—just one thing. Now, think of a way you can make whatever it is that you like doing new and sparkly. Think of what it was like to be six years old and how going to school was fun. Not like now when you go to work to earn enough to put bread on the table and pay your rent.

Work can become drudgery. I know there were times in my life where I thought that way. Make work exciting again by really listening to somebody at work—not just the way you normally do. Hear what they have to say. Now, look underneath what they are saying and try to feel what they are not saying.

There is a way to turn your thinking about work from humdrum into something where you take pride in whatever you are doing. Even if it only answering the telephone for everybody else in the office, you are the face of the company. You might be getting paid minimum wage for it, but your voice is very important.

On a low-energy day, I would sometimes stand up and plaster a smile on my face before I answered the phone. Even if I didn’t feel like smiling. Just doing that was enough to boost my energy. Another trick is to work on remembering people’s names. Have a pad of paper next to the phone, and the instant the person tells you their name, write it down. That’s a person’s most treasured part about themselves: their name. I learned that from Dale Carnegie.

It's hard to describe how to live your normal life as a psychic. It’s like learning how to whistle. There was a time when you could not whistle no matter how you tried, and then, one day, you knew how. From that moment forward, you knew how to whistle; life did not change, and yet, it was afterward never the same for you. It was also enriched in a way that is hard to describe.

I suppose I would call it an awareness that deepens. You might not understand it completely, and yet you begin to know things. It’s like putting one and one together, and instead of saying it is two, the answer becomes 16. I remember one time I was doing a meditation, and I realized the universe was composed of numerical values that made sense. In that small instant, it just all made sense to me. War, famine, tyrants, sickness, joy, hope, love. It just all made sense to me. I think you might get into things like that when you study Kabbalah or sacred geometry. Maybe not.

I have not experienced that feeling since then, but I’ve always had an affinity for numbers. I was at my happiest self when I was taking algebra in school. Too late, school ended, but I’d begun to dabble my toes in functions and calculus. I can remember when I was in the third grade, playing with my father’s slide rule.

But this all is not relegated to a person being psychic. Everybody does that. You call that, when a bit of psychicness happens, an insightful moment. You saw something going on with that person. Do you say something to them? Do you say, “Are you feeling okay?” Do you say, “Did lunch disagree with you?” No, you keep your thoughts to yourself, at least for now. You need to understand what just happened.

One time, I struck up a conversation with a gentleman. I veered right into talking about Shamanism. I remember he jerked backward. It was like I had said something bad, or I had struck him. He confessed that he was a Shaman, but he did not advertise that fact. He said people got too strange when he mentioned it. I just smiled at him. It was one of those psychic things that happen. He realized that too, and we spoke of other things.

When you decide you are interested in things that are psychic, you begin to change the way you look at life. It is also a very difficult thing to do. I say it happens because it happened to me. It took years for me to turn that corner and begin to expect magic to happen. I have also talked to other psychics who I consider to be spiritual teachers and realize they, too, have attained what I call a bad-ass way of looking at things. You have sympathy and empathy for people, and yet you tell this requires a lot of work on the person’s part to stop blaming others, God included, for their misfortunes.

But, as a psychic you also realize it is not your job to convince anybody of anything. They will keep repeating whatever they are doing, getting the same results time after time until they finally understand and forgive themselves or begin to make some changes in their life.

But once you decide that being psychic is a possibility, you begin to fine-tune your senses. You are doing what a master painter is doing with their art. You are doing what a scientist is doing in looking around the edges of the results of his or her experiments looking for a cure for something.

We are conditioned to live as usual. Normal. Do not rock the boat. In life, as we know it now, you stick to your routine or wake up, work, go shopping, do chores, sleep, and work. If someone you know is in trouble, you offer to help, and you give them what they’ve asked for or what you think they need. A casserole. Offer to do their laundry. But what if you could give them something else? What if you could say a prayer and help them that way?

Have you ever had a prayer answered? Did you pray to get through an illness to have that actually happen? Have you ever prayed for somebody who had a critical or terminal illness and then heard that they got better? Was it anything you did, or was it something else? You tried, and that was important. God didn’t actually answer you and say, “Yup, I’ll get right on that.”

Even though the results you are looking for in whatever you are doing are elusive, you have to have faith to see any progress at all. And is this something you need to see progress about in the first place? Maybe all you really need to learn is patience. So many of these things relate to ordinary life, but they can just as easily relate to life as a psychic. I sometimes referred to it as life in the fast lane. Compared to ordinary routines, the things I was doing to encourage my own psychic development were strange, sometimes bordering on eccentric.

In hindsight my psychicness could have gone in any direction. There are all sorts of classifications for psychics: clairvoyance for those who have psychic visions, clairaudience for those who are able to hear messages. There are a bunch of clairs as they call them. Some say there are six, some say there are eight. Clairgustance, where you have a taste in your mouth for your grandmother’s sugar cookies, and then your sister calls you wondering if you have the recipe written down somewhere. Imagine being a chef and having that sense heightened. There is Clairsalience, where you smell psychically. Like you’re thinking about a loved one who cooked with garlic a lot. Suddenly, you think you can smell garlic. There is claircognizence when you just psychically know something.

I have had several of these happen to me. Normally, I experience clairaudience, but then I am a channel and talk to Spirit all the time. Lesser for me is clairvoyance where I see psychically. I do normally have to close my eyes for that one, though I do sometimes have a vision come at me from stage right, from my peripheral vision. Many times, for me, it is a sense of movement, as in somebody just gave me a thumbs up. That, actually, just happened to me. Evidently, somebody in Spirit likes this article.