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Psychic Kids, or Just Wild Imaginations? Part I
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Psychic kids are real. I was one of them.

I was born psychic. This is an almost hereditary trait. However, I was also encouraged to develop my psychic ability whereas most children (unfortunately) are not. In fact, most psychic kids are discouraged from exploring their abilities. Yet, all children are naturally psychic. We know this because they don’t know that the world thinks it’s wrong.

Do your kids ever spook you?

Perhaps your child’s imaginary friend seemed too real to them. Maybe your child knew about events that they could have known about. Your child may have known about the future or the past. Then again, maybe it was all something they saw on television…or was it?

Has your child every spooked you out? Sometimes, children remember their past lives. It’s been well-documents that children remember entire lives in a different time with different people. They may long for old loves, or fear places or situations they have never experienced.

Babies sometimes giggle to themselves…even though babies really only giggle when someone makes them laugh. Years ago when my niece was only a few months old, my sister-in-law called us frantic because she could hear her giggling when she was supposed to be in her crib, sleeping. In fact, sometimes, the baby would be crying, and then stop, and then giggle. The problem was that no one was there, or at least no one my sister-in-law could see.

Children can see through the veil between the worlds.

But there was someone was there, in fact: I saw an old woman and old man. They had lived in that house years before my sister-in-law moved in, and it was the baby that brought the couple out. They had always been there — they both died there, in fact — but it was having the children in the house that made them want to make their presence known. They were a comfort and a protecting factor once my sister-in-law got used to the idea.

Of course, the older my niece (and then my nephew, who came after) got, the less they were interested in their “imaginary” friends, who faded back into the background, until one day, when my sister-in-law was watching her grandson, she set him to sleep in the guest room, and she heard him giggling.

Read Part II here.

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