Woo Woo

By Pauline Evanosky

I’ve been a psychic since 1993 but haven’t always felt like one. I’ve always felt as if I hadn’t changed a bit, but something started happening long before 1993 that eventually resulted in me landing on a level where I would cautiously say, “I am psychic.”

I can feel the difference between when I was 15 and 20 years later, when I was 35. In the blink of an eye, I went from being an anxious teenager to a person who was afraid of nothing. That’s actually what it takes to become psychic. Had you told me what would happen to me over the next twenty years, I would not have believed you in a million years. So, you need to be fearless.

I can remember once when I was in my early 20s, after Dennis and I had married. We spun out, crossing an ice-covered bridge, and I thought I was going to die. There was no regret. At all. I thought to myself, “I am done. I am okay. I am ready to die.” Obviously, we did not die, but it was interesting to me that I’d always wondered what it would feel like to be on the brink of death. There was no panic. It was an acceptance of whatever was going to come next.

Another rule is to pretend. What you imagine is not going to be anywhere near what actually happens, but the pretending part is necessary. The wonderful thing about that is that everybody on the face of the earth knows how to pretend. It was one of the first things we did as children.

Do you think you waited too late in life to do this sort of stuff? No. You can start anywhere you want, though I recommend being an adult.

Becoming psychic is re-learning how to look at life. First of all, everybody is psychic. It is not a talent or a gift. It is something each and every one of us is born with.

I realize that everybody is psychic to one degree or another. I do know that not everybody hears voices the way I do, and I do have to admit that in the beginning, for the first few weeks, it was a balancing act getting used to it. It took me five years of concentrated work, and it is neither normal nor not normal. I’ve taught people to channel as I do in ten minutes. I spent years learning how to do it, so I know it can be done. It just depends, I think, on how open you are to the idea. I think. Life intervenes as it does, and my progress as a channel has also progressed. I am now comfortable talking to anybody, whether they be my spiritual guides or other folk in spirit who have passed on.

Now, for the first for me.

My husband had a friend who, in the last couple of years, has been in decline. Yes, he was in his eighties, and getting old sucks. It first started with him not remembering to take his medicine. Then, we heard that a nurse would come in to help him. Then, we heard he was being unreasonable. Then, we heard that he had to go into assisted living. George began falling every so often. It was sad to hear of these things happening to George, but I remember the talks he and I would have while we waited for my husband, who George had come to visit. George had the most wonderful stories, and I remember being so comfortable with him that I eventually opened up and told him I was psychic. I don’t think he really believed, but he laughed and said if he went before me, he would come to visit.

Eventually, he fell again and, this time, broke his hip. They had to put pins in him, and from there, it seemed things escalated. It was on a Tuesday that Dennis told me George was dying after he had developed pneumonia. Dennis had visited with him the day before, and George had been gloomy. The next day, Dennis heard from a friend that George was non-responsive. It was the day after that we heard from another friend that the doctors had said George was dying. That was on Friday. Dennis told me, and I was sorry to hear that. All the news about George coming to me was sad and each piece of it was sadder than the time before. I didn’t have anything to say. It was on my mind to say to Dennis if he was going to visit George he’d best get on with it. I didn’t say anything. Dennis knew what to do.

Saturday passed, and Sunday came. I remember I was sitting here in the study writing, and suddenly, George was on my mind. It was startling enough that I stopped and looked around me, wondering why I was thinking about him. It was not just a passing thought. This seemed to be different. I was wondering what he was doing. I looked at the clock. It was ten in the morning.

A few hours later, Dennis came back to the study to tell me George had passed. I asked him when. He said ten o’clock.

It’s been a long-standing sorrow for me that although I can talk to anybody in Spirit, I’ve never been notified of a death. I would only say, “I should have known. I am a psychic. I should have known.”

Now, I knew.

Will it happen again? I don’t know. It might. I’d like to think it would. I know I can do nothing in the world to lengthen a person’s life beyond where it needs to go. That is out of my hands. Totally.

Now, I can say you never stop learning and evolving as a psychic. It was a first for me to be visited by a person who had just passed on. By the way, he is happy now. He says to me, “It’s an interesting place. I feel like I haven’t felt in years.”

Thanks for reading.
Pauline