I get challenged from time to time — mostly by my youngest son — to “prove it.” That is, to prove that I am a psychic and that my ability to communicate with the spirits of the dead is real.
I can’t.
And so I live with the doubtful stares. And I am mostly fine with that. I know that my abilities are real, and the people I have been able to help know that they are real, and I don’t have a great need to convince the rest of the world that I am who I say I am and can do what I say I can do.
Having said that, there are times…….oh, there are times……when the challenge is heated and I feel I must say something, and this is what I say: It’s like a dog whistle.
Yes. A dog whistle. The “proof” that I am a psychic lies in the “proof” that a dog whistle makes sound. We can’t hear it, and yet we know it makes sound because we can detect and measure its vibrational frequency. We hear sounds in a limited range — sounds in frequencies compatible with our hearing. But a dog’s vibrational frequencies are different enough from our own that the sound is compatible with their hearing. Dogs are just enough “other” from us to make all the difference.
I believe it is the same thing for me and spirits. I believe that I am just a little bit “other” and that I vibrate at a different frequency than “regular” people. And the difference is just different enough for me to hear things that other people can’t. And, where spirit energy is concerned, to also see things that other people can’t. A lot of people consider what I do to be really “out there,” but I don’t. I think it’s no more different than listening to a vinyl record played at the wrong speed and hearing things you didn’t hear before.
My son says my theories on vibrational frequencies sound “sciencey” without actually involving any science. I mostly shrug and hope that someone, someday, will invent some real science that could measure psychic phenomenon. Until then, my work is going to need to speak for itself.