Thinking about the woo stuff
The woo stuff throws me for a loop. I'm pretty open to the idea that there are things I can't explain but when they happen to me it still makes me uncomfortable, after all they are supposed to happen to other people, people who are more in tune with nature or something.
I have been hearing Das call me without actually hearing his voice. In fact when I hear it he's often asleep as am I. I just wake up and know that he called me and wants me close so I go to him. I finally told him about it rather hesitantly since I was a bit worried he'd think I was psychotic but nope, he just said that sometimes he needs me. The ease of his acceptance of these things sometimes startles me. He is comfortable with our bond in a way I wish I was. I think I will be but I can't say I am there yet. To him that I would respond to his unspoken desire for me makes perfect sense. To me it brings me back to childhood when I had inexplicable knowledge that made people pray over me and made me fervently wish to be normal.
Maybe this is normal though. I wonder how much of themselves people ignore or actively shut down that can be considered woo-ish and that is simply an aspect of humanity that for some reason we have been taught to fear. I used to hear the old people say that young children always knew if someone was good or bad. I was particularly good at nailing someone's intentions no matter how they behaved at first when I was a child. It wasn't because as some assumed I was precocious and therefore thought more than the other children, in fact it was the fact that I trusted my feelings above my thoughts. I knew what I knew and I never sought to explain that knowledge simply accepted it as truth. It's easier a child before everything in your world has taught you to value thought above all else. Once you have been taught that if it cannot be explained in a completely logical, rational way then it has no value and in fact is not real how can you listen to the knowledge inside of yourself.
I have been hearing Das call me without actually hearing his voice. In fact when I hear it he's often asleep as am I. I just wake up and know that he called me and wants me close so I go to him. I finally told him about it rather hesitantly since I was a bit worried he'd think I was psychotic but nope, he just said that sometimes he needs me. The ease of his acceptance of these things sometimes startles me. He is comfortable with our bond in a way I wish I was. I think I will be but I can't say I am there yet. To him that I would respond to his unspoken desire for me makes perfect sense. To me it brings me back to childhood when I had inexplicable knowledge that made people pray over me and made me fervently wish to be normal.
Maybe this is normal though. I wonder how much of themselves people ignore or actively shut down that can be considered woo-ish and that is simply an aspect of humanity that for some reason we have been taught to fear. I used to hear the old people say that young children always knew if someone was good or bad. I was particularly good at nailing someone's intentions no matter how they behaved at first when I was a child. It wasn't because as some assumed I was precocious and therefore thought more than the other children, in fact it was the fact that I trusted my feelings above my thoughts. I knew what I knew and I never sought to explain that knowledge simply accepted it as truth. It's easier a child before everything in your world has taught you to value thought above all else. Once you have been taught that if it cannot be explained in a completely logical, rational way then it has no value and in fact is not real how can you listen to the knowledge inside of yourself.
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