I Spy with My Third Eye

One would think of writing a book at least once in their life time. I knew that it would be just that, I didn’t expect it to be about My Psychic Abilities. When I was young I always wanted something to happen. I remember asking God “please could you let me be able to see dead people”. I had a fascination about the spirits and people who had passed over. I loved the thought of having the ability to communicate with spirits and people passed over the other side. I also had a fascination with Egypt since I was a child; the feelings and emotions just grew and grew as I got older. My first encounter with death was with my Uncle Harold, {My Grandmothers brother}. I first meet him when I went overseas with my Grandparents Alfred Kenneth and Katie Ellen May {Childs} Wilkinson, they affectionately called each other Ken and May. I was only 16 years old when I left Australia and visited our relations in England. We travelled all over England for seven months. My uncle was a friendly fellow. My Grandma adored him every much. She respected and loved him but not his wife {Caville}.She was a gold digger {my Grandmothers words}. During our stay in England we resided with Uncle Harold and Aunty Caville. They lived at a place called Chickerell, Dorset. They had a lovely semidetached house with three bedrooms, two bathrooms and single garage. They catered and looked after us well. We sometimes would sit out in what they called their conservatory. It was a small hut with glass windows and a couple of deck chairs. It was nice to sit out there on sunny winter days. Very different from where I lived in a Brisbane, Australia where it was always hot and the humidity is high. We would talk for hours, usually about the good old days. Grandma would remind me of things that her and her brothers and sister would get up too. Grandma Wilkinson would often talk about her family especially about her parents. Her father Edward Childs and Mother Else May Brown she loved them dearly. One evening after our dinner we all sat to watch some television. Grandma asked who would like a cup of tea. We all answered Yes, please. Soon after sipping on our tea grandma was telling me one of her stories as to how our family on her father’s side are descended from Spanish Gypsies. Once I had finished my tea I asked my Grandma, “Please, please read my tea leaves”. Yes, alright. She could never say no to me. {When making a pot of tea you always used tea leaves} I don’t even think that tea bags were invented back then. Grandma also taught me how the read the future with playing cards. But, grandma preferred reading the tea leaves. I finished my cup of tea quickly impatiently waiting for what was my future. Swishing my cup around cautiously three times, then tipped the remains into the saucer. I handed the cup to my grandma. My Grandma was analyzing the cup with awareness and in deep thought. She always was very serious when it came to this request. Soon after she announced, “oh dear you will be going to a funeral very soon”. That’s not good news I said to her. She then showed me my cup. It was a very even straight line from the base of the cup to the very top lip of the cup. It seemed to look like a very long trail. That night from my recollection around 9:30pm everyone in the house was asleep. I then awoke to strange sounds that where coming from my Uncle and Aunts room. I heard my Aunt shouting out “Ken”, “May “something is wrong with Harold, he’s breathing is funny. I could hear voices in the hallway .I leapt out of bed to discover that my Uncle Harold was having a heart attack. My Aunty Caville was hysterical. Everyone was standing around watching him die. Grandad rang for an ambulance. By the time the medics arrived it was too late. He had passed away in my Grandmas arms. We all attended his funeral the following week. He is sadly missed. The day after the funeral, Grandma came to me and said that, that would be the last time she would read tea leaves, she was hanging up her Psychic abilities forever. For many years after Uncle Harold passed away, grandma and I would often recall the events about the tea leaf reading that night at Uncle Harold’s place. We both agreed we wished that there was more we could have done at the time that he was dying. {He was in excruciating pain} he kept yelling out,” Stop the pain”. Many years have passed and both my Grandparents are deceased now. I miss them terribly every day. I can remember the day Grandma passed away at the hospital. I was in my early thirties. I went to her bedside; she was so fragile and pale. She still could give me a smile when she spotted me at the end of her bed. My Mum moved away from the bed so that I could say good bye to her. She was breathing very slowly and wasn’t able to talk. I leaned in close to her and told her that I loved her. She answered back that she loved me too. I wasn’t very brave I began to cry. I couldn’t just wait around for her to die. I told Mum and Dad that I was going home to my family. They would ring me and let me know when she had passed. Around 5pm that day I received a phone call from my Dad that she had passed away quietly. But still to this day I miss her like a piece of my heart had left with her. My Dad did tell me what he experienced with my Grandma as she was slowly slipping away ….that my Grandma was troubled because she didn’t want to leave us behind. Grandma told Dad that they wanted her to come with them and she felt as if she was abandoning her Family …But, Dad told her ever so quietly and calmly that it was ok to leave us and join her loved ones who had passed. She was an amazing Woman, Wife, Mother, Grandmother and Great Grandmother. After asking God just about every day, if he would allow me to see things that other people don’t. Fortunately for me, I still get to connect with my loved ones past anytime I want or need... you too can have this same experience everyone has the ability, you just need how to tap into your spiritual side, your psyche and let go of all your built up ego, use your inner-self to be your guide. But I will get into that later.