by Karen Frazier, Managing Editor
www.paranormalunderground.net

Are the connections we make somehow mystical?

In a recent blog, I wrote about pet psychics. In it, I expressed my skepticism about this phenomenon. And then, I met one.

She doesn’t call herself a pet psychic. She calls herself an animal communicator. Her name is Heidi Wright, and I interviewed her for the July issue of Paranormal Underground. It is an surprising and moving interview, so I hope you will read it.

After communicating with Heidi, I am less skeptical. I’d love to scrape together her fee to have a consultation with her so that I could have more information on which to base an opinion. But I’m definitely not a non-believer. Maybe we can, indeed, communicate with animals. Actually – why not? Our animals seem to sense and feel us. There is definitely a spark of consciousness there. Spend some time eye-to-eye with your pet and tell me that there is no connection there. I doubt you can.

Does Heidi have some kind of a gift for connecting with animals? Probably so.

I am less skeptical about psychic phenomenon than I am about other types of paranormal activity. I’ll tell you why. I mentioned in a previous post that I get flashes of pictures when I play my piano. Being able to tune in to energy attached to objects is called psychometry, and I’ve had experiences with this phenomena before. In antique stores, I get a strong sense of the objects. As a matter of fact, I don’t go to antique stores very often because I get a strong sensory overload that leaves me feeling weak. I have a strong sense of connection with my piano. How could I not? Music is one of the greatest joys in my life.

There’s more. I have lived in apartment buildings a few times in my life. And dorms. Whenever I have lived in close situations with a lot of bodies, something happens. I start to have feelings that I can’t understand. Those feelings don’t relate to anything going on in my life. But they are intense and confusing. As soon as I get away from that situation, I “come back to myself” and I become my authentic self again.

The same thing happens to me in crowds. As a result, I am not a fan of crowded places. I’ve always classified it as claustrophobia – but maybe there is more to it than that. Or maybe I am just claustrophobic. This doesn’t mean I am a recluse. I get out in crowds. I go places. I interact with people. As soon as I became aware that this was happening to me, it seemed I was better able to filter what comes in – and to recognize what wasn’t authentic to me. Do I have some kind of an ability to connect to those around me on an emotional level? I would say that I do, based on my experiences.

There are other things, as well. I think I’ve mentioned. I dream of earthquakes. There have been very few times that one doesn’t occur after I’ve had the dream. The same with train derailments. Perhaps I can connect to the emotional energy of the events? It is definitely possible since I seem to relate to the world on such an emotional level.

Yesterday, I dropped Tanner off at camp for a week. As I’ve gone about my day doing things, I can feel him nudging me, and I can get a flash of where he is and what he’s doing.

Am I psychic? Gosh no. I can’t read your mind. I can’t talk to dead people. I don’t hear voices. I have no knowledge that I trust of future events.

It seems that what I can do is connect. To people, to pets, to events, to emotions. I don’t think that makes me psychic so much as just intuitive. Perhaps I can pick up on non-verbal cues and energy and process it before I have a chance to realize that is what I am doing.

There is this thing that I do that I have always just accepted as normal. Every person I interact with has a certain “feel” to me – an energy, I guess you could call it – that is always attached only to that specific person. As I go throughout my day, sometimes I will feel a familiar tickle and not know what it is. Then I realize that what it is is the feel of some person or another. It is very difficult to describe, but it happens to me a lot.

Here’s an example. I had a person in my life nearly 20 years ago. He was pretty important to me and he had a very distinct “feel”. We went our separate ways. For a few years, his “feel” was with me on and off, until eventually it just faded away. One day about a year and a half ago, I got this familiar feel, but I couldn’t place it. What the heck was it? Who was I trying to think of? It came to me that it was this man, but I dismissed it. Why on earth would I be thinking of him after all of these years? And then I found out the next day that he was coming to work for my company. I hadn’t “felt” this person in 20 years, and yet there was his energy, as familiar as ever, the day before I discovered that we would work together.

Just a few minutes ago, as I was writing about Heidi, my email chime gonged (or whatever you call it). I hadn’t heard from Heidi in a few days and yet as soon as I heard the chime I thought, “well – that will be Heidi.” It was. I get over 100 emails a day. And yet, this is the one that I thought – huh – there’s Heidi. Did she sense I was writing about her? Did I sense she was writing to me and start this blog? Or – was it merely coincidence?

How about my experience last year with my co-worker? Was that a coincidence?

Pardon the long, meandering blog, but I’m sort of following where my mind goes. This is how I blog. I never know where the blogs are going to take me. You experience them as they come to me. And speaking of coincidence…..

Jim and I have been married for sevenish years. We lived within ten miles of one another on the Olympic Peninsula for 15 years. As far as we can tell looking backwards, our paths crossed on several occasions – the first of which was when I apparently flashed him (and thousands of other fans sitting in his section – ah youth!) at an Aerosmith concert 20 years ago. About a year ago, we were on our way to a Pearl Jam concert when I mentioned the last concert I’d been to. Jim said, “oh yeah – I was at that concert,” and proceeded to describe me 20 years ago, including what I wore to the concert (I have a near photographic memory – so does he) walking past his section and flashing. Granted, it could have been some other girl with big 80s hair, a mini skirt, white belt and slouchy white boots – hell, we all looked like that in the 80s.

Anyway – that was the first time, but we can remember a few other times where we saw one another in one place or another. Which is probably why he looked so familiar to me when I met him at a company of 30 employees ten years ago. I had moved to Seattle following my separation from my son’s Dad. Jim continued to live on the Olympic Peninsula, but had just started working for a company on the Seattle-side (a 1-1/2 hour commute) a few months before I came to work there.

We met there. The rest is history. Coincidence? Meant to be together? Who knows. What I do know is that when we finally came face to face and had a conversation, I was absolutely repulsed by him. HA! Bet you didn’t think I was going in that direction.

Then I had a dream – within a week of meeting him. I’m not going to tell you the dream, but I will tell you that a) I was horrified and b) there was no way I was going to look him in the face at work after that dream.

I was reading “The Elegant Universe” by Brian Greene one day in the break room. I set the book down and went to get a drink, and Jim picked it up. He got VERY excited that I was reading about quantum physics. We started to talk, and what do you know – there was an instant connection. Was the connection because of the dream? Did the dream foretell of the connection?

The rest, as they say, is history.

I bet that most every couple has a story about how they got together that seems as magical to them as my meeting Jim does to me. So is the universe somehow conspiring to help us meet our soul mates, or do we just look for magic as a way to confirm the depths of feeling we have for our partners?

Here’s what I know. Connections are part of who we are. Whether it is Heidi Wright connecting with animals, me connecting with the objects or emotions of people around me, a mother’s connection with their child, or a wife’s connection to her husband, we are a species who longs to connect. And we do make those deeply emotional connections that make our lives rich with meaning. Whether there is anything mystical about it or not, those connections are magical and help to give our lives purpose and meaning. And that is a beautiful thing.