a person inclined to question or doubt accepted opinions.
a person who believes that people are motivated purely by self-interest rather than acting for honourable or unselfish reasons.
I like sceptics but not cynics: cynics are as fascist about their opinion as a religious person is about theirs.
More than forty years ago I was a sceptic I have had experiences that have convinced me of the validity of surviving death and clairvoyance.
I have written blogs about when I first started developing my clairvoyance and how I was determined not to believe anything that wasn’t proven to me. “To thine own self be true” etc.
I much prefer people who don’t make clairvoyant messages “fit”.
I started consciously “seeing” ‘dead’ people etc in the seventies and we were most definitely the lunatic fringe back them: along with people that cared about the environment and animals –I was in Greenpeace ( which actually cared about the ecology back then and Animal liberation — ditto ) And in Women’s Liberation; Women were still an inferior sub culture with no rights nor status ( one’s status came from ones husband)
I rarely told people about clairvoyance to avoid ridicule.
Clairvoyance and clairaudience flash in a fraction of a second: I read a book in the seventies that stated all realities are in the same place but the electrons are moving at a different speed around the protons and neutrons– hence out of phase. Makes me think that where this communication is coming from is “faster”?
In the late seventies I was working 12 hour shifts; I turned up at a barbecue one Saturday night after work and was met by the owner of the house ( whom I had never met before) Who started ridiculing me ( I had previously “seen” and “communicated” with the grandfather of my husbands best friend. Granddad didn’t like this man’s father. And I was shown a wedding. This was all I got and I said so. My husbands friend thought that I knew everything: His father had never married his mother—Definitely taboo in his mothers day. Husbands best friend must have told this story before I arrived at the party. Hence the ridicule: I told my ridiculer his occupation and “picked up his (deceased) Dad.
The incident that convinced me that clairvoyance was a reality happened at work in the late seventies. I was washing dishes with a male staff nurse. We didn’t have kitchen hands in those days. The male nurse that I was working with was 6 ft tall and rather heavy set. He had long blonde hair and dressed “Flower Power” style. A man (deceased) flashed in (when I see or hear things they flash in a fraction of a second) He had Kym’s high forehead and similar features but wore a suit with a crepe ribbon and a cross and had a short back and sides hair cut and dark hair.
I asked Kym if his father was a minister. He asked me why and initially I would not answer. I eventually told him what I saw and Kym told me that it was his uncle. He asked me what denomination his uncle was.
I did not know.
After Kym left the kitchen I asked his uncle what he had died of. The words were that fast all I could make out was sclerosis. Because we were with the intellectually disabled I thought “tubular sclerosis?” Then I realized it was multiple sclerosis.
When we were having a tea break Kym told me that his uncle died of multiple sclerosis. I was amazed and said that his uncle had “told” me this!
Kym said “Get more”! I informed him that I couldn’t.
But I saw panama hats and monkeys. I said “He was a missionary in South America” Kym said “Yes”. I then saw masks and a jungle and said he was also a missionary in New Guinea. Kym told me this wasn’t so. When Kym came to work the next day he said that his mother had confirmed that her brother was a missionary in New Guinea. This showed that I wasn’t just reading Kim’s mind.
I am not interested in converting people. People are free to believe as they choose as long as “it harms none” I respect peoples right to a belief in god or religion even though I am now an athiest
I had a belief in god but it was a cultural norm when I was a child. I went to Sunday school – actually I taught Sunday school.
Prayers work not because god answers them but because many people are putting out the concept that a certain thing happens.
I accept that I do not understand the nature of reality but work at what I do know.
I had the idea that the best analogy for this reality is that of a virtual reality or more like the “holodeck” from Star Trek – long before the movie “The Matrix” came out.