How do people react to you when you share your interest in the paranormal? Or DO you share that interest with others? If you have gifts, do you share that part about yourself or keep it quiet until you know someone really well?
I do want to hear the story for sure.I’ll go first on this one.
I’ve never told anyone I’ve met in person for the first time about my interest in the paranormal nor my gifts. Both are too complex and too personal. It typically takes awhile for me to build a rapport and trust level to be able to discuss either of these topics.
To this very day, four of my very longest term and closest friends do not know about either of these aspects of me.
There are two exceptions - the group of witches I used to meet with when I was trying to discover who I am and you all here at the PNF.net. Granted, the anonymity of the internet made it easier to open up here very quickly.
Later I promise to post a short story about being outed on a first time business meeting.
I do want to hear the story for sure.
I've lost family members to this. I have siblings who refuse to speak with me over it. Is what it is and I simply accept it's their choice.
When it comes to meeting new people, I keep it quiet until some sort of bond is made...or not made. Since I run a forum, it's a bit easier now to kinda segue into that conversation...lol It's like a small bomb going off in a quiet room..."What do you do?" "Me? I run a Paranormal Forum..."
I "came out of the broom closet" a long time ago. Since I was raised as this all being "normal", I just treated it as such for the most part. My hubs didn't believe it at first, until...well, that's another story where something held him up against a wall for a bit feet off the floor. And it wasn't human. Sudden believer I had there! lol Dad taught me to not make it all about the "magic", as he said. As people noticed I could do some things, the topic would normally come up after a bit.Yes Debi, I promise to share it.
But in trying to address your original question more directly, I have only ever really “come out” to one person. That was my best male adult friend. He was a roommate too for several years. There were only a few things that happened while we lived together so I was never really forced to address this aspect with him. But several years later after he was married, I did “come out” to him. It was pretty chill over all. His immediate response was, “You probably know that I don’t believe in any of that kind of stuff. However, if there was ever going to be a person those things would happen to, I know for certain it would be you.”
His acceptance was probably the most important to me. And his response was the best I could have hoped for. In the years since, he has never asked me anything about that aspect of me.
Later I promise to post a short story about being outed on a first time business meeting.
No problem...I'll edit in for you for pick-up later.I apologize. I’ve gotten interrupted. I’ll have to finish this short story later. I don’t know if I’ll be able to edit that prior post. If not, my next post will make it clear where I’m picking up in the story. Sorry again.
talk about a cliffhanger!!!!So he is the haps on that event. I think it important to understand that the backstory that made the outing possible is an incredibly important part of who I am. Let’s see how much I can miniseries the text yet still maximize the informative value in approximately sequential order.
First of all, at one point in my career I was a manager with a staff of 20 employees.
Two of my employees separately discovered on their own, and revealed to me in separate dramatic fashions, that I had been reading their thoughts in very specific detail. These two points are best left for other posts/threads because either could get deep. Suffice it to say they both pointed a clear yet subtle “you’re psychic” finger at me. Thankfully their reactions were such that their discoveries were not a hinderance to our professional relationships.
Maybe two years later, the male subordinate (the other was a female), moved into a position within our company such that he was no longer a subordinate to me. Our personal relationship flourished and I learned he was a shaman. Though he and I and his wife grew very, very close, he and I never looked at each other as “best friends”. Regardless, we became the closest, morst intimate of confidantes. He was sincerely interested in how it might be that my psychic gifts were so strong. He was well aware that I was looking into Wicca as a possible way for me to (erroneously) discover more about my psychic self. Those of you who have read other of my posts here I the past 2-1/2 months have heard more about some of the details of my meetings with witches and shamans as a form of “self analysis and third-party research”. This friend and I made a pact to meet every single Saturday for breakfast (often three hours long) so we could discuss openly and deeply our weekly experiences. This continued for five full years with us missing only a couple of breakfasts during that time, I was also attending some Wicca classes and rituals during a part of this time too and sharing my learnings with my friend.
At some point during this period, my friend indicated that he had another physically distant friend who was also very psychic and into Wicca. He asked if he could compare notes of our discussions with her to help me learn more from an independent third-party? I was okay with same because I trusted his ability to relate the info in all directions and I knew I could ultimately benefit from his external sharing. What I didn’t know was this was that third-party was someone who work for a competitor company inside our industry.
After five years we met for an unplanned final breakfast.
(The rest of the story coming soon.)