For freaky, witchy people like me today is a holiday. My psychic hits come and go, and I have no control how or when they happen. Some happen in dreams. Some happen as a certain 'knowing.' Some are just blurted out of my mouth. I do have to be careful with whom I share this information. It's not always welcome. I've learned to respect people's willingness to receive what I sense. I can see where it would be deemed intrusive. Once told not to poke around somebody's energy I do stop, even if in their unconscious they really do want me to share. I've had hits where I overshared with someone and they freaked out. Later on I will have dreams or other hits where this same person who was freaked out does want to communicate with what I sense on an unconscious level, but I shut them down. If they are not telling me in their conscious state of wanting to share, I don't want to share with them on an unconscious level.
Yesterday I met up with a relatively new friend for a hike and then lunch. She is very open to all this psychic stuff. I don't know if it was her 'permission' for me to be in her energy, but my hits started going off the charts. I don't know much (yet) about her family, but as she was talking I got a hit of her grandfather and his mother (her great grandmother). It was not pretty. However, she really wanted to hear what I was feeling so I told her. I made her cry as I was spot on. She now has information to heal the past.
Anyway, blessed solstice.
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