My First Psychic Memory

I wake, ready to cry for my mother. I am in a crib in our first house, so I am younger than two. I pull myself up by the bars to stand, and fight off the urge to scream for attention. When I find her I will feel safe.

My "inner eye" scans the second floor. Nothing. I look through the floor to the living room. No one. I push to get my inner eye through the floor and the wall shared by the living room and kitchen. I float through the house but my body is still in the crib. At last I see her in the kitchen making food. Now I feel secure, so I sit down and wait. Mama will come and get me when nap time is over.