I was chatting to a new friend today about some unexpected and rather freaky metaphysical happenings she’s been experiencing.
‘I knew you’d be the type I could talk to about this stuff,’ she said. ‘My friends would just think I’m fucking insane.’
Once I’d stopped laughing at her rather hilarious turn of phrase, I had to agree with her. I am absolutely the ‘type’ to chat to about her weird freaky stuff because I’m not going to think she’s insane. For me it’s just another day in the slightly unusual world I inhabit these days.
I say ‘these days’ because once upon a time, I was a much more ‘normal’ person leading a far more ‘normal’ life. And if someone had told me 10 years ago about all the weird, wonderful, bizarre and inexplicable psychic happenings I would know about and eventually witness, I would have said they were fucking insane.
But what I find really interesting these days is how many conversations I have with outwardly ‘normal’ looking people about their psychic experiences. The more open I am about my sometimes unusual life, the more comfortable they feel to share their own happenings. And I feel honoured to hear their stories.
I guess that applies in most parts of our lives. When you are open to sharing your stories, even the freaky ones, it helps others to feel safe enough to share their own. And I think there is a wonderful magic in that process. Because through sharing our stories we all get to feel more ‘normal’ and a little less crazy…whatever that means for you.