Wednesday Walk: cycling in the evening to heal the pain of being psychic.

Many of my friends wouldn’t be able to understand why I could be very contented with cycling in country lanes in the evening. My friends have been avid travelers; they had to go abroad for holidays every year. The thought of packing and unpacking suitcases and the drag with getting an up to date passport and a visa would just give me a big headache. The cost of going on a holiday has become unacceptable to me as my budget has been kept to surviving mode since the long lockdown.

If I could afford to travel overseas, I would like to revisit the old places in Scotland where I could get in touch with powerful vibes. But I was afraid that my expectations would be dashed and my trip would become a disappointment. My perception about long distance journey has drastically changed over the years. I did have my share of excitement and the feeling of freshness or novelty during my previous overseas journeys during my younger phase. But I knew I still could feel a strange emptiness when all the exciting feelings faded away. There should be more to the experience of traveling in foreign lands.

Through years of hard work, I hardly traveled overseas as my attention has switched to a safety place for my survival in the future. I had vivid dreams about what might take place in the future. My psychic ability gave me odd moments of being able to read people’s thoughts and I could predict accidents and bad vibes about future would disturb my sleep. It took me years to come to term with these stressful vibes or happenings around me. The hardest thing was to let go when oriole wouldn’t listen to my warnings and they had to face the consequences. I wouldn’t go near anyone with the ‘shadow of death’ on their faces. I knew they would soon be dead, I less than two weeks.

Only in some emergency cases, my friends would request if I could find out when their parents would let go of their bodies. I had no idea how to go about this but they knew I was psychic. So, I told them this might not work but I would try any way. One friend’s family was devout Catholic, he’s a very kind musician. He had to travel long distance and didn’t want to miss the time of his father’s departure. So, I told him what message I got and the time he should perhaps stick around the hospital.

The other case happened several years later, I happened to know her mother who suffered from medical procedures and remained unconscious for a few years in hospital. I was requested to visit my friend’s mother by her aunt (she knew I was strangely psychic and I had done things for her and the family dog.) With this thing, there’s no guarantee and no procedures, I just went blank and pray for guidance. It worked for both families. I was glad that all the siblings could be summoned to be by the bedsides on the day of the important events. I told them to keep this a secret as I’d rather have a peaceful life. Some of my friends wanted me to have a practice like many other psychics who became famous amd made a nice living. I did ponder over the matter, this energy or gift couldn’t be traded for money and it would work only for people who deserved such a divine intervention. They would have to accumulate such a lot of good karma that their good deeds could move the spirits’ compassion. I was only the postmaster doing the distribution work.

It’s much less complicated to live life normally like most people, getting on with everyday chores and unfinished tasks. I had to live in semi-poverty and some friends gave me support from time to time. I asked them to support the food for stray cats so that I didn’t have to economise too much. Some friends gave me essential gifts which I could never could afford at this time. Overall life has been better then I had expected. So, overall I have shears been very contented with simple lifestyle and uncomplicated needs for survival. I knew if I did the right things, everything would be fine for me.

So, my evening cycling ritual was the time when I could reflect on some happenings in my life and examining where I went wrong. Sometimes the pain of doing bad things like being selfish returned to haunt me deeply. But I knew I couldn’t possibly get involved with some friend whose thinking was a mess and made decisions which would bring only troubles. My psychic voice would tell me to let go. But knowing that they would suffer in the end made me very sad. The same thing happened to my dear uncle whose family refused to listen to my warnings about the bad investment decision. I left the house in tears knowing what would happen in the future. Two years later, the family became bankrupt and was in financial difficulties. These ‘failure’ cases came back to haunt me from time to time. I could help them as much I could as they were very confident that they were going to make a lot of money.

I didn’t seek to gain the knowledge of what would happen in the future. It’s just that when my mind was quiet and ‘empty’ I could ‘browse’ a library of futuristic films by accident. I couldn’t or command what films to be shown in the screen. But my attention or focus could lead the way. My cycling session was a healing time for my mind as I was always swamped with strong vibes. Mother Nature would help calming me down so I could feel normal like other people again. The river and sunsets were my soothing medicine. Cycling by the river made me feel normal and helped grounding my fuzzy mind.

Some friends were offended as I refused to help them with my psychic ability. They thought they just could phone up and ask for my service like a hotel receptionist. I had to let go of some old friends who wanted to exploit me without considerations. Life was tough in that sense, people were mostly weak and insecured so they wanted to know about the future. That was cheating life! People lives would be influenced by their accumulated karmas from several lifetimes. Only goodness and pure hearts would be able to move the angels to allow for divine intervention.

I knew I had been bad and done many negative actions in the past. It took me years to look at myself and to understand my own insecurities. Hopefully, I still had the chance to live a ‘good’ life which will benefit all sentient beings in the universe one day.

Wishing you peace, good health and prosperity.

Stay strong and cheerful.

#wednesdaywalk hosted by @tattoodjay

*Note: some adaptations had to be made in telling this story to preserve some privacy so that it wouldn’t offend some people.