Way
too often, people tell me they don’t believe in what I do. I’m never sure what
part they mean. Is it they don’t believe I help solve murder cases, and if so,
who’s lying about that, me or the police? Or do they mean they don’t believe in
intuition? Or they don’t believe in anything paranormal?
When
my piano students get to high school, they usually ask questions about me and
what I do besides teach. This week when I told one young woman about my psychic
work, she said she doesn’t believe. Puzzled, I later asked a devout Roman
Catholic mother if people tell her they don’t believe in her religion. Not
often, she said, but more so in the past. She agreed with me that with varied
belief systems, respect is the key.
I
never know if my psychic ability is classified as a belief. It’s just with me
and has always been a part of me. My acceptance of this uncanny ability is
complete.
We
can’t and shouldn’t undo ways in which we help each other. Life is connection,
sometimes unpleasant, but most of the time, lovely. Let’s just accept each
other and be kind.
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