Intuitive Listening I remember as a teen, sitting down next to my grandmother or a neighbor's grandmother and listening to them talk about their childhoods, families, and loved ones who had died. Instinctively I knew they were lonely, but loved hearing their stories.
My mother worried about me and kept watch from the kitchen window as these grandmotherly ladies sought me out. She watched more carefully when she didn't know who they were. Story listening became a way of life for me, but most of all, they made me feel like I was doing a good deed. They wanted someone to listen to them. Most of them cried as they talked about loved ones who had died. The older I grew, the more people talked to me. I didn't say much, too shy I guess. The piano was my microphone, the louder the notes, the more I felt. In those days I didn't know what a psychic was, or ESP, extra sensory perception. Later I learned it was a natural way of tuning into others, like playing the piano, some notes sounding better than others. I often played the piano for school activities, thinking about the stories I'd heard. It made me feel less isolated. Then one day without any forethought I began to see the spirits of these people and giving messages to the living. The sight of these spirits also brought me a new form of hearing. Then I knew what to say, how to bring them hope, and a sense of closure to help accept they'd done, when they could. Smells came next. - I'd smell the cookies they used to bake. I'd tell them what I smelled. They thought I had a lot of imagination - not realizing the information was given to be intuitively. With love and blessings, Ruth Berger |
