I Don't Believe In That

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 I have lost count as to how many people I’ve heard of who express fear, real fear, about even daring to think that they might be psychic. Many times, it just comes out as an “I don’t believe in that.” I don’t know how much clearer you can get than that.

I once had a good work friend who was actually a birthday buddy. We were born on the same day, him in one place and me in another. That bond created for me, at least, a bond that was special. I’d known him for years, and although we both worked at the same place, we never took the relationship further than that. I think it was ten years into knowing him that I finally told him I was psychic. He said, “I don’t believe in that.” He turned and pretty much never spoke to me again.

Now, he’s passed on, so we still speak occasionally, but that hurt at the time. I’ve had others in my own family do that and even approach my husband, asking what he was going to do about me. That hurts too. However, it was something I needed to get over, and now we don’t speak. Not my husband. The other family members.

Will I ever get to the point where those sharp little words don’t needle me? I hope so. It would make everything so much easier. But, then again, maybe it doesn’t matter one bit.

Didn’t somebody once say something along the lines of, “Opinions? They are like assholes. Everybody has one.” Google said it is folk wisdom rather than something attributable to any one person. Safer that way. Anyway, I do agree with it.

Our lessons are our own. What might bother one person doesn’t bother another. Why? My sister used to think everybody was talking about her. I can remember when we were much younger, me a teenager and her four years younger than I was. She pointed off into the distance to a group of people. I could hardly even see them. She was convinced they were talking about her. I remember at the time thinking it was a bit much. She was never comforted by my words, which were basically, “So what?” Unfortunately, this paranoia of hers continued long into adulthood.

The problem is that you cannot help anybody who does not want to be helped.

I need to take that one to heart. Offer, and if they are interested, they will read whatever it is you write. Otherwise, the reader is busy with their own stuff.

There is the idea of manifestation, where to make something happen, you’ve got to want and want and want again. Nothing shakes your resolve. The universe responds with little nudges here and there, with you learning of a second job you can take to earn the money necessary for the “thing” you want. The opportunities will come, mainly because you are now looking for them. I find it interesting that the very last step you take in all the steps you take towards manifesting something or a condition in your life is to let go of it.

For me, that was always very hard to do. Just let it go. Allow the wish you wanted, the prayer you said, whatever it is, to drift off as psychic energy to be the next step necessary.

They also say that when the student is ready, the teacher will appear. That also goes in the reverse direction, where you say: when the teacher is ready, the student will appear.

Like I said, let it go.

I should take my own advice.

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🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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