A friend of mine that I met a few years ago always told me I'm psychic whenever I would accurately guess something or know exactly what she was thinking. I always thought it was because we were similar people so we thought the same and it was easy to understand her. Recently after I ended things with my boyfriend, I felt like my "psychic abilities" had gotten stronger. I went apartment hunting, but had only heard from one place so I took a tour of a few places in that community and fell in love with the apartment I currently live in now. I remember telling my mom, "I'm not rushing into the place. It felt right. And if my gut ends up being wrong, then so be it. I won't know if something is a mistake until I make it."
I've now lived in my apartment for over a year and absolutely love it here, but I desperately wanted a cat. I had been looking to adopt, but the same day I told my family I was looking for a cat, my sister's coworker posted about a stray in her neighborhood that needed a home. We set up a meeting and I met the little guy. It was like fate had dropped him into my lap like it had for my apartment.
Wiley has been with me for six months now, and is the smartest and best cat I've ever had. We truly are a match made in heaven. Although, I believe I'd be able to match with just about any cat.
So, recently my friend and I went to a witchy shop in town about a few weekends ago. I had never been in one, but she had visited this place a few times and wanted me to see it. I've never been into crystals or tarot, but as we were perusing, I felt inclined to get a crystal. They also had mystery tarot card bookmarks that said on the envelope to pick one that speaks to you and use it or place it where you'd see it every day. One specific envelope "called" to me so I picked it up and carried it around with me.
I stood at the crystal area for like a half hour, overthinking everything. Reading every card and what they're good for and started to feel overwhelmed. So, I stopped and thought, "I should let one choose me instead." So, that's what I did. I found a skull made out of hematite that I really liked because I do love a skeleton. But I also found a crystal that I cannot remember the name of to save my life. Something agate, maybe? It was smoothe. The colors in it looked like a magenta and sort of grey purple swirled together. Not every crystal in the pile looked like that though. I picked it up and liked that it was sort of triangular shaped, but rounded. When I held it in my right hand, I rested it on my index finger and it had a divot on the top part perfect for my thumb to rest on. It seemed to fit me perfectly. So, I got it along with the hematite skull and mystery tarot card.
Inside was Justice and when I pulled it out of the envelope, it was facing me right side up. I don't know much about tarot, but I do know that its meanings change depending on the way the card faces. I left the card on my ottoman next to my couch, I placed the skull on top of my bookshelf next to a small wooden supportive quote my mom got for me when I moved in here, and I had my little agate friend on my windowsill next to my bed.
Unfortunately, my agate friend has gone missing. I looked everywhere for it and can't seem to remember if I misplaced it somewhere or fell asleep holding it. I know it's at home somewhere and I'll find it eventually, but ever since it went missing, I swear my "psychic abilities" have gotten stronger.
I've become really good friends with this guy at my second job. I just started there recently so I haven't known him very long, but I find him very easy to read. I can accurate guess a lot of things about him or can almost know what he's thinking. He likes to vocal stim and sing licks of random songs at random times. A song popped into my head and I thought, "That's an odd one. Why did I think of that?" and mere seconds after I had that thought, he started to sing that exact song and the exact part I had just thought.
His sister was due to have a baby and had gone into labor earlier this week. I don't know anything about her other than she was pregnant. Periodically throughout the day, I kept thinking about her. So, I'd text him and ask if she was okay. He was at work and was waiting to hear from his mom if the baby had been born yet.
A day later, I kept thinking about her, so I asked again saying, "I think your sister had her baby, but can you make sure she's okay?" followed by, "Was she having a girl?" He responded that yes she was having a girl and that she had her baby, but she had apparently almost bled to death. Next day, she still was in my head, but before I could ask him about her, I fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later with a text from him saying his sister was in the ICU with kidney failure. --She is okay now and so is her baby.
I had told my mom this week about everything and that I know I sound a little crazy to believe I have these abilities. I had a girl's day out with her and my sister yesterday and were looking at blind boxes to buy. As a test, I asked them which one they wanted. I held their boxes and images of the characters on the boxes flashed in my head. I told my sister which one she had and told my mom which one she had, and the one I held in my hands. My sister was content with the character I had said was inside for her while my mom was upset with hers. I asked which one she wanted so I picked up each box until I had a good feeling about one and handed it to her saying, "I guess we will see if my psychic abilities are true."
When we left the store, and had gotten outside, we all opened our boxes and surely enough, I had accurately guess each character we chose. My mom was completely baffled now more convinced about these abilities I'm claiming to have.
Which makes me wonder now, am I actually psychic or just good at guessing or good at reading people? Is everything just a coincidence? If I am psychic, how do I strengthen the abilities? Because I don't remember the name of the crystal I lost, I can't look it up and see if one of its properties was strengthening psychic abilities. I know some crystals do that. Is it normal for crystals to just go missing sometimes? I'm pretty convinced now there's something going on with me, but I don't want to sound crazy.
I know this post is so long winded, but any expert in this thread that can help a sister out, I'd be grateful. I was hoping the recent incidents could provide enough evidence to help assist in understanding my situation better. Thank you for taking the time to read this and potentially giving me more clarity from here.