Or am I? Sussing out “the gift”

I remember hearing the words: target market as a kid. I knew it was related to some marketing mumbo-jumbo that I didn’t entirely understand. Yet at the same time, I felt some affinity for the words. It felt mass, and indistinct. I somehow knew I was in that swell, that I was part of this amorphous blob that people sell things to. I know for many the mere idea of that makes them queasy. It didn’t bother me, in fact, it kind of gave me comfort then, knowing my place in the matrix. I used to imagine that downstream from this idea was the peculiar feeling that I was invisible. That I blended into my surroundings, that I’m some sort of changeable avatar that folks project stuff on to.

This feeling was confirmed often. Growing up I can’t tell you how many times folks would tell me I looked “just like” their cousin, school mate, co-worker, aunt or friend. I didn’t seem to be distinct in any tangible way, I just looked like who other people saw in me. Again, not everyone’s cup of tea, but it kind of tickled me.

I knew, this human form of mine is simply the shape, they couldn’t possibly know what I contained, inside. In fact I didn’t have language for what was inside of me and the myriad of experiences I’d had, till I met Marge. There was no one in my immediate family who could relate to my interior world. So I mostly kept it to myself. Whenever I mentioned my experiences folks seemed to think I was a flake, lying or crazy. So, yah, you learn to keep quiet about these things.

What I didn’t know at the time was all that hiding in plain sight had a cost. Years of going with the flow. Years of not upsetting the apple cart. Years of deferring to others – ignoring my own internal values. Years of being ignored or worse being on the receiving end of hostility because of how I experienced the world.

Of course the bill came due on all of this and grudgingly, I sought ways to become myself. In this “coming out” process (more on that theme next week) confirmation I got from clients was that they were grateful to me for sharing “my gift”. I gotta be honest, that I get to do this work, that it comes so easily to me, it feels just like me being me. I didn’t sense “a gift” apart from the courage that’s been required to become. Courage has always felt to me like the most hard-won gift. As for being psychically inclined, I always believed that just about everyone has this “gift”.

But I’ve been thinking about that more in depth. I heard a quote recently, to paraphrase it: roughly 48% of the population are creators (artists and the like). Another 48% don’t believe in the magic behind creation and the remaining 4% are out to destroy this reality. Sounds about right to me from what I’ve seen and experienced of life so far. I would define psychics as creators, folks who use the stage of their imagination to glean information for other folks. So, this quote was a bit clarifying for me. And then I get to thinking about all the problems that creators have: their very being – being made a wrongness in this reality. Yeah, I’ve been there.

In my Psychic Development Masterclass, we’ll be getting out of that wrongness. We’ll be getting into our power. We’ll learn to live unapologetically. I wonder if you are in the 48%. Care to join me?