I grew up as the 5th generation of women psychics in my family.

I was the one who brilliantly mastered the art of blocking out practically everything intuitive for the majority of my existence and managed to barricade myself from the entire psychic spectacle. 

Apparently I wanted to proof myself that rationality is the key to life’s intelligence resulting in creating my own private universe of unintentional chaos. I have been basically the Einstein of selective idiocy in my life. 

Despite having my psychic life started at the age of three months (yes 3 months); I was a boulder in dismissing every extrasensory interaction whatsoever. 

Nomatter if there were floating ghosts in my bedroom, if I had predictive dreams, clairvoyant occurrence’s, if I won in a casino or won three multiple times the first price at the funfair.

I kicked out intuition and all associated mystic power as best as I could! 

I would not recommend that and it took a whole life time of struggles, self registrated by neglecting my own sensitivity, pushing them for an extended coffee break, forced to sip a latte and questioning my life choices, to eventually accept the whole receptive potency thing.

After a life time of swimming against the stream and fighting with sharks on the way; it became more and more obvious for me that I’d lost myself when I became an ‘adult’. Or rather: when society forced me to act like something called ’adulthood’ while this fake, created by humans, standard was not really in line with me.

This whole indoctrination, dogma sharade sneaky got rid of my beautiful natural acquired intuition with corresponding tools resulting in resisting the flow of life. 

All that time the universe watched my misguided expedition unfold like a cosmic sitcom, shaking its celestial head at the sheer absurdity of my misadventures, leaving me to wonder if my life is just a script written by a chaotic, caffeine-fueled upper chief with a thing for cosmic comedy.

At some point it will be working against you, until you really can’t help but admit you just are what you are. You find out after running into disastrous and ridiculous opposite directions, you were the one knowing the answers, like a squirrel knows where it buried its acorns in the chaotic garden of life, seeing right through people, noticing what they ate and having natural predictions presented, like expecting your cat to deliver your morning coffee.

It’s your own choice in life: either you (often) make a mess of life, going the rough way dismissing everything intuitive and follow other people’s rules like the majority of people do or either you think for yourself and go the easy way by utilizing your magic intuition tool in life. 

You choose.