Psychic encounters of the worst kind

Although I never want to talk about it, and I won't again, I'm psychic. Not psychic in that Allison Dubois way (the character in Medium, who happens to be a real person), but in the way that most parents, especially moms, are psychic. We are so in tune with our children that it allows us to know some things even though we are normally clueless. I don't know why it's more prevalent in mothers, but in my experience, it is. My mother has keyed in on me whenever things have been especially horrible for me. My anguish has woken her up. But she's not the only one. One afternoon my husband and I were outside and we both heard our son's voice call, "mom!" It was the voice of pain and fear. I looked at him and said, "did you hear that?" My husband said yes, it was our oldest boy who was at boy scout camp. We got into the car and started driving from Hilo toward Honokaa. When we got the phone call, Isaac was already on the way to the emergency room in Waimea. We were already half way there. True, it wasn't psychic in that we knew something was wrong before it happened, but we still were in tune enough to hear him call us.
Keeping our minds open to our children and vice versa is one thing, but there are times when I know something is going to happen before it does. Unfortunately, I only hone in on negative things happening, so that's why I never talk about this. I have been trying unsuccessfully to talk myself out of feeling dread so that somehow if I don't acknowledge my physical reaction to the dread that will happen, or if I will myself to think positive thoughts, I can somehow stop that thing from happening by sheer force of my will. It's very, very draining, and I haven't been able to distract myself or slough it off as being paranoid, so although I keep thinking positive, the signs of something going wrong comes no matter how much I try to keep it at bay. It sucks to know that your son will never make it through the fire department just by showing up at the orientation with him. The dread was so strong that I was actually tearing up and I couldn't stop shaking. I'm a good actor, I can be very stoic, but the turmoil inside just made me want to throw up. When a number of things started happening, the writing was on the wall and that was the end.
So we were at HPA this past Saturday for a cross country meet. Our son, Ahi, was running so we made our way out to Waimea. As soon as we got there, we saw him across the field and bam, the dread hit my chest. He wasn't doing anything. Just sitting down with his teammates before their race, but something. I saw red. The girls race was first, so I had a chance to start talking to myself about being paranoid, after all the red golf cart I saw wasn't red at all, it was white. Then a couple girls started going down, I saw the white golf cart bring someone to the medic tent, and then a red cart brought someone down. Dang! I read my book and stopped watching. It was time for the boys to warm up. Ahi was running fine, nothing unusual. I must be going crazy. He started well, kept up with one of the faster runners, slowed down a little when he passed again, but nothing unusual, and then the time started ticking down. He normally runs his course in 20 minutes. At 22 minutes, I had to stop pretending that I was reading my book. At 25 minutes, I was standing up and trying to find my husband, hoping that somehow, I had miscounted the KS runners and he was already in, but my husband was craning his neck to look up the hill at the runners too, so no, Ahi wasn't in. All the while, I'm watching that damn red cart at the medic tent. It doesn't move. On his slowest day, my son is not a 25 minute runner. Something is wrong. My husband and I start doing the chicken without a head walk until we both decide to look for the coaches. I find some parents, tell them Ahi's not in. They find their son, let them know Ahi's not in, find coach. They don't even realize he's not in. Ahi's coach talks to one course marshall, she sends him to another course marshall. All I hear is Kamehameha is missing a runner, anyone see a runner down? At this point, one of his teammates starts running up the hill to run the course backwards, and then the red cart starts moving. They found him! Now the wait. Possible injuries go through my head. I'm ok with anything but heat stroke, although I do catch over one of the walkies that he's bleeding. My paranoid mind does come up with horrible things, but if it's not true, I can easily brush it away as overreaction, and it goes away. It actually was a branch that he stepped on and a part of it went through his shoe and into his foot. The branch was sticking out and he felt a prick, but he thought it just was a scratch so he pulls the wood out thinking he can finish the race. Of course once he pulls it out it starts bleeding and when he steps, it's so painful and gushy that he realizes that he can't finish. Luckily some girls from HPA were taking pictures so they waited with him as the race continued. Some of his teammates stopped and he told them to keep running! It probably would have helped if after they came in they actually notified someone that he was down, but he waited about ten minutes before they picked him up. I'm glad we were there. I'm sure eventually someone would have looked for him, but knowing something is going to happen, and not being able to see exactly what will happen is the worst kind of knowing. I'm hoping that as the kids get older, I'll grow out of this. Is that possible? I need advice from moms of adults.


Maui Titah said…
Psychic ability runs in the family. Accept it. Use it wisely. The Hawaiians were very wise about man's ability to receive and send out psychic messages and they cultivated the ability beginning with children of promise.
Intuitive transmission: you might hear voices, sense dread or elation, dream prophetic dreams. Know that intuitive abilities leave a person vulnerable to the ill will, jealousy, envy of others. To protect oneself from negative energy, it is important to have a strong faith in God and the goodness of mankind. Otherwise, other people's negativity attach onto the intuitive one.
Love and its antithesis, hate, are the prime motivators for psychic messages. Lean to the right, the light. Stay out of dark corners of your mind.
There is a reason you have intuitive transmission. Accept it. Use it. E mililani kakou i ke Akua.
Liana said…
Women have intuitive powers. While mine are not like yours I can "read" a good person and not so good person. Almost right off the bat. Without so much as a hello. And there are other little things. Catch them before they fall kind of intuitions. You've honed in on yours well. I think that's our kuleana, to hone in on our special skills and perfect them to carry out our good work. We are blessed in our abilities.

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