I knew there was more than one reason we get along @Lady.Zandra63 !
With my family it’s the women that carry the gene that allow them to be sensitive to all things if they open themselves up… my mom used to sleep talk in tongues no one could identify and more than once as a child had conversations with “things that weren’t there” and then telling her parents and grandparents some info that wasn’t possible for her to know.
Her grandmother supported this but my mom’s peers and career path eventually made her feel shame over it all and over time her negative mindset ruined her connection as she got older…
Of all the family on both my father and mother’s side:
I am the only male that inherited this trait and have allowed it to guide me more and more as I age.
Two times it saved my life, once as a child and once as a teen. As a child I was getting groceries as requested by mom and when the light turned green I froze… no idea why but I couldn’t move and it was alarming to say the least… then out of nowhere came a car around the corner running the red light and then t-boning another car with the driver flying through the windshield a good 10 feet.
Once this happened and someone yelled "OMG call 911’ my body worked again and it was as if nothing happened. Literally I’d have been dead if I crossed the street on that green light for me and due to shock I didn’t register that I may have just seen someone die.
As a teen I was walking with friends in an area filled with lots of 20+ story skysrapers. It was windy as fuck so the walk was fun trying to push back against the unseen force. I noted that my shoe was untied so I stopped while my friends continued on but when I was done I stood up and again froze for no reason.
To be clear, in the world of “Fight, Flight, Flee or Attack”… I’m 95% ATTACK which meant friends that surprised me often ended up on the ground in a judo hold or got a swift punch resulting in getting winded or knocked down to the ground. So freezing isn’t in my usualy reactions other that that time as a child.
BANG!; my friends turned and in between them and me was a shattered pane of glass from the upper stories of the 20 story building we were walking past. They all froze knowing that I could have been killed, but like last time that’s when I unfroze and then scurried around the glass to my friends who where standing there in shock.
I looked up and suggested we should keep moving as the wind isn’t slowing down.
Basically if you saw the glass crush scene in the final destination movies… well, thats the ONLY KILL in the whole franchise that does fuck me up becuase it was almost me… by like 8 feet. When the glass hit the sidewalk I closed my eyes and felt the chunks of thick glass hit my body and fall to the ground.
Now in my mid 40’s I openly talk about my Shamanism and let the energies flow from both my Slavic and Afrikaans ancestors flow through me. My sis is also sensitive but like my mom dulled her senses however we are working together on bringing them back as we both keep an eye on her daughters for the signs.
If this happens we’re gonna be overjoyed and make sure they know:
“Sometimes you may see , hear, or feel something that you cannot explain but somehow know what is happening and what you need to do. When this happens it’s okay and while it may be scary at first you are not alone and the things that you see/hear/feel will only be there to help you so long as you learn to understand what they are trying to say.”
The only time i’ve been to south america was with my mom and dad at the age of 14. At 2am one night I opened my eyes and thought: “Oh no. Something has happened.”… then after a few minutes of staring into the ceiling the phone rang. My heart skipped and I refused to pick it up and struggled to fall back to sleep when it stopped…
…The next morning I woke up with everything packed, my mom looking stressed and my dad canoed emotionally. That call was my grandmother calling to let us know my grandfather just died. His time of death was the exact time I saw on the clock when I woke up: 2am. She called us after sobbing her heart out for 5 minutes and while I feel bad I didn’t pick-up i’m also very grateful I didn’t.
Funny thing, my sis and I always found my parents basement creepy as there would be footsteps heard, paintings fell of the wall for no reason (nail still in wall), occasional sounds like voices and the tv would change channels randomly at night until my grandfather passed.
Then nothing. We think he decided to help us by using his former military offficer training to do one last look after his son and family before moving along to his next form.
Thanks Vannaisa! (Grandfather in Estonian)
