Psychic Rhiannon Paille

I never understood what it meant to be absurd.

I suppose when you're born that way you never second guess it. You are who you are and there's no way to change it. 

People seemed to notice it a long time before I did. That's what I find awkward. How could the world know I was psychic when I didn't know I was psychic?

The funny thing about it is that all my life I felt like people were holding me back, trying to cut me down to size, trying to steal my confidence, trying to make me feel useless. 

Maybe it was because they could see potential in me that I couldn't see. 

Once upon a time there was a little girl, she was held in a dark place. She had no friends because she was different. Her parents disliked her because she was odd. One day the girl ran away, and when she returned . . . 

I didn't return. I tried, but when your own family is ashamed that you're a world renowned psychic, you don't go back. 

I live an absurd life that seems completely normal to me. I am quite happy with my empathic four year old, my hypercognitive two year old and my telekinetic husband. 

I'm the psychic in the family. I can hear other people's thoughts in my head, feel their emotions, see their futures. I can heal their worries, their pains, their life energy. I can  make them feel better about the life they're living. 

I can channel, living people, dead people, spirit guides, starseeds, intelligent races. 

I can feel the heartbeat of the Earth under my feet, I can hear her many voices, in the wind, in the rain, in the quiet depths of stone, and in the crackles of the fire. 

I need to stop buying glass candle jars, I always blow them up.

I see visions when I write fantasy novels. I actually can't write unless I'm channeling my characters. 

My main characters are adaptations of the starseed guides that found me almost ten years ago. 

I can't believe they stayed after all the hell I put them through.

I pick up on new things without learning them. That ability got me fired from three different jobs in a single year. I was better at my job than my supervisors in little over a month. They truly hated me.

So did the girl that had studied Opera for eight years and ended up in a competition for a choir festival solo against me. I had never sung opera in my life. I was amazed it came down to me or her. She won of course. I choked in the middle of it and stopped singing. She didn't thank me for it though. 

I can sing. I used to write songs. Now I write poetry when I'm in the mood. 

I have a few goals in life. I want to visit sacred sites around the world. I'd like to be remarried on Easter Island. 

I want Metaphysics to reach a level of standardization in the world. I want it to receive the respect and recognition it deserves as a valid form of therapy for people to seek out. 

I want to be able to plug my car into my house in thirty years because I never want to stop at a gas station again. 

I'd like to be around when people begin to realize that an absurd life, is really the most normal life you can live. 

I am not a normal girl, but it seems like I've got everyone fooled.

And I'm sorry, I'm not the cookie cutter you'd like me to be, and I'm not some kitten stuck up in a tree, and I am not a pretty girl, I am just me. 

Namaste,

Rhiannon