A Diary of My Developing Psychic Abilities

Ever since I can recall, my mother often reminded me of how sensitive I am. At gatherings, she told other family members, friends, or neighbors of the story of how I would cry while watching sad stories on TV when I was a little girl. I would turn to my mother and say, “Mama, I don’t know why I can’t stop crying.”

My mother once told me a little story about my first encounter with Stan, my father who raised me since I was three years old. When I first met him, I said in Korean, “Daddy is like a cat.” My mother explained that this comparison probably stemmed from the fact that his eyes were bright blue. Anyway, Stan asked my mother what I had said, and she lied…I mean replied…”She said you’re handsome.” My dad apparently smiled, and a new relationship began. Note: This paragraph is from one of my older posts, “My First Use of A Simile.”

I just realized that it’s interesting that I didn’t say, “Daddy looks like a cat,” (in which my mother’s reply would fit) but rather, “Daddy is like a cat.” My dad’s own characteristics did match several of the cat animal symbolism:

• Clever – He had a lot of street smarts and great people skills, and he was good at the art of persuasion and simply being a survivor in a tough world
• Secretive – He had an affair for many years without getting caught, although he eventually did. He was the only one who knew about the family finances; he never shared them with my mother or even later my step-mother.
• Mysterious – He was very unpredictable; we never when he would disappear for a while. He was also able to become very dark as well as very light (i.e., he had a very dark side to him as well as a very loving and compassionate side).
• Intelligent – Although he worked hard, he also set aside time to eventually earn a Bachelor’s degree in his fifties.  He also self-educated himself a lot by reading various books and manuals.  But most of all, he had emotional intelligence, which was underrated back in his time.
• Watchfulness – He was very observant. Once, when I was in elementary school, my dad took me to Osan Air Force Base to eat dinner. For some reason, my mother wasn’t there, which is unusual. Anyway, I never noticed it until my dad pointed it out. He asked, “Bobbie, why do you lift your pinky finger up when your eat your french fries?” I would hold my fries with my fore finger and thumb, and sure enough, my pinky would point straight up. I forgot about it for a couple of decades until my current husband reminded me again. Even today, I still don’t know why I do that.
• Independent – Having to grow up in foster homes, my dad learned to become very strong willed and minded. He was even like a Jack of all traits; no matter what broke…he managed to fix it.

Perhaps I intuitively knew my dad’s nature. I never had any cats (let alone any other pets) throughout my childhood, so I don’t know why I would compare him to a cat. Or, maybe I’m looking too deep into it and giving myself too much credit. Maybe I just simply saw a cat with blue eyes, and he reminded me of it. I like to believe that every perfect piece of life’s puzzle comes together beautifully. For me, the unusual makes more sense at times.

When I was five years old, my mother told me that she would sometimes watch me play in my room. I would line up my stuffed animals in rows, like at school, and hand out small pieces of paper and crayons, and act like I’m their teacher. She thought it was cute that I would talk to them for a while and she couldn’t understand what I was saying to them.

Looking back, it makes me wonder who I was actually talking to…the “invisible friend(s)” that some children claim to have? Was I simply using my imagination, or perhaps just mimicking my Kindergarten teacher? One can only guess. But I definitely believe that starting at a very young age, I was able to easily feel compassion towards others as well as have a desire to teach others.

In elementary school, I found myself feeling sorry for the kid who only brought a sandwich to school, so I told my mother, and she packed me extra snacks to share.

In junior high school, I started noticing that I didn’t like it when kids would say mean things to other helpless kids. That’s when I prayed to God to give me the courage to stick up for other kids. I practiced and eventually became assertive.

Ever since junior high school, I found myself hanging out with kids that weren’t popular as well. In high school, I didn’t care what category people considered themselves to be in (e.g., preps, nerds, jocks, etc.).  I just liked whoever I was attracted to…usually whoever was nice.

Throughout my adult years, I was told every now and then that I was very sensitive by others. Being too sensitive was almost always perceived as a weakness by society, even until this day. I learned over time that it didn’t have to be a weakness.

One of my strengths is my ability to be empathetic, and it takes a very sensitive person to be able to feel and understand others and life on a deeper level. I noticed that I could easily connect with people regardless of their race, color, age, gender, sexual preference, culture, intellectual and/or educational background, family background, financial background, etc. If someone was sick or unhappy, I always felt a strong urge to comfort them.

Since an early age, I’ve had a strong passion to help others; however, recently and finally (at 39 years old), I’ve learned to be my own best friend first by not allowing continuously negative people take advantage of my helping nature. They drain me, and others like me, and quite frankly…they don’t care if they do.

I learned that the more we respect and love ourselves, we won’t allow very pessimistic and/or abusive people to constantly and selfishly bombard us with their negativity and/or abuse (i.e., verbal, physical, emotional, and/or sexual)

Looking back, I realize that people often shared their life stories with me, talked to me about their problems, and even trusted me with their deepest secrets. I even had experiences where a nurse, therapist, and psychologist (at different times), who were supposed to be helping me, shared their life stories or problems with me; and ironically, I would find myself offering them comfort and/or advice.

I believe attracting people to open up to me stems from working on becoming an active listener and genuinely caring. I believe most people can sense when someone is being real since we all have psychic abilities. It’s just that these gifts become dormant if we don’t choose to recognize and believe in them. Once in a while, even strangers would start a conversation with me at a waiting area in a hospital or on a bus or plane.

Sometimes, I could instantly connect with a stranger and feel completely comfortable talking to them because I can sense that they are kind, non-judgmental, and honest. On the other hand, I could know someone for years, but still feel uncomfortable around them no matter how much they try to convince me that they are a certain way.

For instance, I’ve known an extremely religious woman who has tried to convert me to Catholicism for years. However, no matter how much she has tried to convince me that she is a faithful Christian and servant of God, her sometimes manipulative and controlling words, her efforts to instill fear into my heart, and her actions that don’t follow what she preaches, had led me to the conclusion that I don’t believe in what she says. I told her a few times that I respect her beliefs, and that I would appreciate it if she respects mine, and she stopped calling about four months ago. I felt relieved.

I also noticed that a person can say “kind” words, smile to my face, and act as if they like me, but I could strongly sense that they weren’t being genuinely friendly. On the contrary, a person could say mean words, appear angry, and act as if they didn’t like me, and I could sense that they did like me, or even loved me.

If I walked into a room, I could sense that person A (who was acting friendly towards me and didn’t appear uncomfortable) who had talked bad about me to person B, made person B very uncomfortable.

Ever since I learned about intuition, I had more and more experiences of just knowing. And the more I experienced intuition  the more confident I became. However, although I’ve had an interest in psychic abilities for a while, and even bought a book, I don’t think I ever believed in its powers; hence, I only skimmed through less than half of the book.

However, the first time I ever experienced what I later learned to be premonition, I became a believer…at least in premonition. It was a few years ago, when my husband and I got into another car accident. Throughout the day, I had a strong feeling that we were going to hit a deer, which never happened before, although we traveled a lot on the road. Sure enough, we hit a deer later that evening.

From that moment on, I had some strange and unbelievable experiences; so strange that I was at first reluctant to even tell my own husband. A couple of times, a hear what sounded like some creature roaring in one of my ears. Both times, it startled me because it was like nothing I had ever heard before.

A few times, I heard a very soft, yet, high-pitched frequency in one of my ears. I just assumed it was my imagination until I read about it later on that it was a vibrational signal (i.e., a sign that your body’s vibrational frequency had been raised to a higher level). Once, I could smell a potent, foul odor while my husband and I were sitting in a class, and I asked him if he could smell it as well, and he said no. It smelled like someone was on their period.

Then, one day, I noticed that my dog’s butt hole was a little bloody when I was wiping around his butt with a baby wipe, because he had back-to-back diarrhea, and some got on his fur. The next thing I knew, I could smell that familiar potent, foul odor. I had a feeling it was the smell of blood. I then realized that I was very sensitive to smelling blood.

The first few couple of times I saw bright sparkles of white or silver light on the left side of my head, I thought it was my imagination. The third time it happened, it caught my attention, and I immediately Googled it so that I wouldn’t lose my mind.

I was so relieved to read that there were others who had similar experiences, and that they were loving messages from angels. I became a believer, which would not have happened had I not personally experienced it myself. Afterwards, whenever I would experience the sparkles, I would smile and thank the angels, my Higher Self and/or God for saying, “Hi!” or reminding me know that everything was perfect.

I look forward to further developing my psychic abilities with faith and practice, and I will continue to record them in my diary as I experience them. I would love to use my gifts to further and better help humanity. I tried telepathy (i.e., mind to mind communication) with my dog a few times, but it didn’t work. Lol Hey, you never know unless you try! 😉

I also look forward to many other abilities, to include psychometry, the ability to gain information by touch. It may seem a bit far fetched, but it’s completely understandable. Because…had someone told me (before I had my own experiences) about premonition or any of the other psychic abilities that they had experienced, I would’ve silently smiled to myself thinking, “Ssssure buddy…whatever floats your boat.”

The bottom line is…it doesn’t matter if others don’t believe our experiences. As long as we believe in ourselves and God…nothing else matters. I believe me, and this is my amazing diary. 🙂

I thank God/Goddess/my Higher Self/my Soul/All That Is/Source and my Angles, Archangels, and Ascended Masters (especially Jesus) for continuous love, light, support, guidance, truth, wisdom, miracles, gifts, blessings, peace, joy, passion, abundance, and freedom.

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I would like to share the following section of the post “Psychic Abilities” (link below):

The more you accept psychic abilities as a natural part of life, the more frequently they occur.

Some ways to amplify your psychic abilities include keeping a diary of each day’s ‘coincidences’. The best way is to TRUST your psychic impressions without question. This will increase your knowing that you are guided by your higher-self and your spirit guides and angels.

There are two main ways to access psychic information. One is by simply asking a question, and another is by deciding to allow the information to flow spontaneously into your awareness.

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I used the following websites to obtain information about my experiences: Note: I will add more info as I come across them

• Psychic Abilities
• What Is Being Empathic

The following is an interesting video about psychic abilities:

2012 Ascension: New Powers and Abilities