The price one pays for not listening. I do not know how many lessons I need on this one, yet they come anyway. I used to get hard knocks from not listening to my higher intuition; like when I was told that car ahead of me was waiting for a wreak. I guess I was supposed to slow down, but instead I decided to pass and then “bang”, I hit her. And, yes, she abused my auto insurance as much as she could. As angry as I got, I had no one to blame but myself and confess I did not listen to my inner guidance.

Telepathy is just the same. We can hear within yet ignore its message, as we disbelieve it or cast some other “reason” for the message. It is part of the learning curve. Then we have to feel the outcome or miss an opportunity. Sometimes I wonder just how many I have missed.

Yet it is not something to become mad or over concerned about, but to laugh at and really listen!

Quiet communication

My son and I have been telepathic with each other since he was about two years old. This is beyond the mother/son natural communication. Telepathy is more of a conversation than reacting to needs. I was not aware of him “listening to my thoughts” until one day when I was vacuuming the rug. I was not very happy at the time, grumbling over money; unhappy to also be living with a thousand geckos who did not vacuum their droppings. I had told my son earlier that we were going to the store later. Now swirling with doubts, I was mentally building a case for not going at all. As I vacuumed I thought of the hot car, the gas usage, traffic, and then having to deal with my son demanding a toy at the store. Deep in thought, I made up my mind and decided I can go later that evening when his dad could care for him. We would not go now.

Just at that very moment, my son turned to me and asked if we were going to see his stuff. Stuff is code word for the toy section of the store. I was shocked that I could not even have a private conversation with myself! I also realized that in order to nurture his telepathic ability, I could not lie to him in any form at all, what so ever!! So I admitted I was having doubts about going, and he whined at me. I later went in the evening without him for I knew I would have to deal with the two year old stand off in the toy section if he went.

Long distance telepathy

Another example of our telepathic connection was when I left home for the first time since his birth. He is now four years old. I made plans to attend a weekend workshop in Honolulu. Dad would take great care I knew for he was in-love with this child. Stars in his eyes, special smiles and sweet talk would flow from this man on cue when holding his son.

They dropped me off at the airport on Kauai to fly off to my workshop on Oahu.
I loved this workshop on energy medicine, one of my favorite subjects, and often throughout the workshop I could feel my son was checking in on me. I would just smile and mentally say I loved him and I could feel him go.

On my return, I realized I had arrived at the airport three hours early, so I asked to go on an earlier flight and got one. This was when you could do this without penalties or addition fares, for the locals did it all the time, go earlier or later. Honolulu was the shopping island and you would see the returnees with bags of food and clothes. Roast pork was probably one of the most transported specialties back then!

As I sat waiting for my plane, I wondered if I should call to let them know I would need a ride from the airport earlier, or should I just call when I landed. It only takes ten minutes to get to the airport from our home, so I decided to call when I landed, just in case of timing issues. As I sat in the waiting area, I looked at the clock as it hit 3:12 pm, thirty minutes to boarding time, and thought deeply about my son. I announced to him in my mind I was coming home and was excited to see him, that I loved him. I was full of love and feeling excited to be seeing him soon. Then I picked up my book and read.

When we got home, going through all the usual “how was the trip”, Mike stopped and asked at what time did I decided to take an earlier flight. I told him my story. Then Mike said that our son had told him I was coming home. He told me that our son said “Mommy is coming home now”. With that Mike said he looked at the clock trying to reconcile the difference of my schedule in his mind for it was only 3:12 pm and he knew I was due so much later. When I heard this, it calmed the “mom within” for I knew that wherever I am we are always connected.

Fast forward

Throughout his growth, we have had a fun time with this silent telepathic conversation. At times I found I could do behavior modifications through telepathy and I recieved a better response than if I told him so. Another benefit would be if I was working on a problem and he tuned in to my thoughts, he would reach out somewhere else for information to bring me a solution. He would begin to talk, asking me what I was doing, and I would explain the problem. He respectfully waited for my explanation, waiting patiently to deliver the information he had for a problem he already knew. Then he would give me his information which most of the time helped. You could not see the smug feeling he was feeling as I gasped at his wisdom. Yet I knew he felt grand, I could feel it from him and no words were needed. Most of the time we just laughed a lot knowing what each other was thinking.

You would think that after 14 years I would get used to this connection and be able to rapid respond and other ideas. You would think that I would not ignore what I get.

Yet the other night, was one of those times. We were watching TV. The actors said something quite weird, and that was all we needed to start making fun of words. He would make up a funny grouping and I would try to do one funnier. We were laughing at our creativity. Then he got bored. I made another funny and he groaned. I said another one and got no response. He was getting irritated.

At that moment I got the telepathic message that if I said another one I would get hit in the back of the head with whatever he was holding. He was sitting behind me. But did I listen, oh no, the imp inside HAD to say one more and I said it. I started to turn my head to see his eyes, knowing he would disapprove of my corny phrase, and that was when I caught the CD case in my face, BAM!

I just laughed. He started laughing too. We both just laughed, even though it hurt. I chose to ignore his telepathic warning that if I said one more he was going to throw this (the case) at my head, and he did. We laughed for it was so natural for us to know, to hear and to kid each other, on all levels. If I whined about my hurt face, it just started more laughter. I got the laughter I wanted, but at a price.

~Carolyn Thompson
Excerpt from the “Parenting the Intuitive” series