Psychic Nonsense

You must be psychic—that’s nonsense!

In my younger years, we never talked about psychics, at least not in polite conversations and certainly not openly in public. Instead, these discussions took place in the hushed tones of secretive conversations. These whispered voices told stories of mystics and psychics who could tell the future or reach into your life and disclose details only you would know.

How did they do that? What was their secret? Was this magic?

Living in the middle of the Bible Belt, my firmly established religious beliefs suggested something different—devilry!

What was this really about? Money. Yes, monetary gain at the expense of the most vulnerable and the naïve. So sad.

These so-called psychics were charlatans who must have researched their subjects beforehand. If these imposters actually believed they saw or heard something “from spirit,” then we’d have another problem—a rather significant manifestation of pathology.

“Legitimate psychic skills?” That was an oxymoron.

Yet these quiet exchanges in dark, mist-filled séance rooms have flourished across the globe for hundreds of years. As far as I was concerned, there was certainly a place for this chicanery: Crystal balls and long-haired gypsies with golden bangles on their wrists belonged on a Hollywood movie set.

We, the normal people, see the world for what it is: something material, something tangible. Whatever our senses measure, those things are real. If we can’t see, smell, taste, hear, or touch something, well, they don’t exist. Period. Full stop. End of discussion.

I, of all people, knew that to be true. As a psychologist, I had a firm handle on what was real and what wasn’t. I learned to see the world through the lens of pathology: delusions, hallucinations, thought disorders, psychosis, schizophrenia, or other debilitating disorders.

Fast-forward many years. Oops. Now, I know better.

My understanding of reality has made a 180-degree turn. I now see the beauty, mystery, and wisdom within what I had sworn was deception, delusion, or pure fantasy.

Our rudimentary physical senses are ill-equipped to interact with the subtleties of the 5D. Our physical bodies cannot register, much less understand, those worlds that psychics and mystics explore. But that does not mean those realms are nonexistent, and we can quantify those states—not with senses, but with “nonsenses.”

Nonsenses? This is a term my nonphysical guides have shared with me. These messengers taught me how to access and develop these specialized skills that allow us to perceive the intangible.

Everyone has these nonphysical senses, but few intentionally engage with them. I bet you’ve noticed that wave of cold chills that might rush through your body during a deep conversation. That arctic surge is our nonphysical senses at work.

Those chills stop us mid-discussion to hail the arrival of bumps covering our arms. Why? We know—perhaps I should say our body knows—something’s up. There are no physical reasons for these chill bumps, yet here they are, front and center.

These nonphysical cues direct us to pay attention. It’s an opportunity to pause and realize what a gift this is. The next time chills interrupt a conversation, stop. Take a deep breath.

Know that your nonphysical senses have led you here. Listen! You’ll hear it—the creaking of doors into the mystical realms of spirit.

You stand at the entrance. Will you cross the threshold and enter a magical world where nonsenses rule, or will you stay behind? The choice is yours; choose wisely.