she has a clear feeling that she knows what the spirit thinks
because she is clairsentience, she has this psychic ability
she perceives emotions through a strong gut feeling
understanding spiritual messages without words
like telepathy, except it is with an entity, not a person
this is why the spirits flock to her,
because they know
that she knows
Geminis cannot be squelched
Without squirming and kicking
Biting, scratching, screaming and stabbing
Gouging, pinching, hitting, and slicing
Even psychopaths and sociopaths leave us alone
Usually agreeing other targets go more easily.
Gemini is an air sign, we get along well with Aquarians and Leos
Best to marry Libras if we can find one available
But they marry early, so hurry.
Gemini, flighty, funny, fleeting
Moving, malleable, merry-maker mercurial mind
Dynamic, energetic, a shapeshifter, a fairy, a changeling
Gemini, constantly seeking, learning the world
Asking questions, figuring out better ways,
Clairvoyant, clairsentience, clairaudient
Gemini, party animal, bringing joy and enthusiasm
New horizons, fresh start, rejuvenation
Wants her own way, can be diabolical if double-crossed
Gemini, fragile, sensitive, easily hurt
Fairy-like, imagination on ready alert always.
Sensitive idealist, actress, teacher persuader
illumination is brought to the forest shelf
the oaks commit to another year of life
violets and moss house six faeries and an elf
father sky pines for the day he takes a wife
wondering about mother nature’s ways
the oaks commit to another year of life
the roots of the oaks await a knowing phase
where clairsentience will give them a clear direction
morel mushrooms pepper the ground with praise
a sense of joyful satisfaction and resurrection
bringing the faerie circle into a ring of fire
where clairsentience will give them a clear direction.
there is no hurry, no urgency is alive or dire
zinging sparks of enthusiasm enter the night air
bringing the faerie circle into a ring of fire
sorcery is afoot, queen of magic if you dare
illumination is brought to the forest shelf
zinging sparks of enthusiasm enter the night air
violets and moss house six faeries and an elf
Written 4-26-2023
Contest: Inklings Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Shelly’s family was full of claircognizant relatives.
Some were clairaudient; they could hear spirit.
Shelly did not know that was abnormal.
She had been doing that since she was two.
It was her “normal”.
Her grandmother Ida was a clairvoyant.
She could see things others could not see.
Shelly’s mother was clairsentience.
Strong intuitive feelings aided her in reading a room.
She felt danger before most; and escaped being harmed.
Shelly knew things without knowing how she knew.
She was claircognizant and gifted in a variety of ways.
Hearing whispers daily from her great-great-aunt Gladys.
Shelly had been hearing Glady's voice since her birth.
Even though Gladys had passed over the veil in 1952.
He came straight out of the water toward me at the speed of a semi
I was unafraid, as the only creatures in this tank were dolphins and me
My clairsentience yelled, “This is not a dolphin!”
Refusing to listen to my inner voice, I was astounded to see….
the jagged teeth of a hungry great …….
I saw anguish and sorrow in this stranger’s eyes
I sensed a recent drowning or boat accident
my clairsentience whispered it had been her daughter
being an empath and psychic is disturbing sometimes
I did not reach for the woman sitting next to me
park benches are for distancing strangers
but when she reached for me, I enveloped her
and we sobbed together for a while
She urges me forward
Time a concept dreamed by man
Experience expects something
Familiar feelings, the smell of success,
I recognize this place
A familiar stop gap
She laughs and turns me North
Stunned I stare at mountains
Is this my epiphany?
Where is my dream?
Destiny urges me forward
I fall on my idealism
Clairsentience spins me twice
Claircognizance takes me by the hand
I listen intently
Deferring to my soul’s knowing
I doubt if I am unique but I love to play, draw, dance and cartoon.
I like staring for hours at oak trees, dead leaves, cats and the moon.
I yelled “no” to my first grade teacher which labelled me for life.
I never wanted to be a girl, woman, or anyone’s girlfriend or wife.
Peter Pan lives in my soul along with Pippi Longstocking and Oliver.
Books became my best friends; especially The Tollbooth Tolliver.
Nightly I sit with two I-pads on my lap, playing hours of word games.
I paint four to six paintings a week, cartoons of women of Thames.
Ten grandchildren know me as the fun-loving wild woman of Me.
“Be you” is a theme I paint on practically every painting they see.
Many express surprise that I am sixty-eight, which I think is great.
I plan to learn new things until the day I end up at the pearly gate.
I thought I had created my own spirituality until I read some books.
Native Americans have always believed in the same; this reality shook.
I am clairaudient and clairsentience – seeing and hearing the deceased.
There is nothing unique about me, except my hair is incredibly greased.
My husband and are both clairvoyant.
We perceive Dad as an outline of his former self.
We are clairaudient. We hear things others cannot.
We perceive his mother when she slams cupboard doors.
We are claircognizant, we know things without knowing how we know.
We get messages, and are compelled to follow them.
I am sure if they went against our integrity, we would ignore them.
But, they are usually tenacious and persistent.
We are clairsentience; we get chills or our hair raises for validation.
We also sense spirit through smells, and signs.
Do we advertise this?
Absolutely not.
Why are you telling me? I asked her.
I have no idea, the woman said.
I did, but I kept it to myself.
All she has to do is live her truth
Clairaudient certainly for she sees spirits.
She also has clairvoyance, clairsentience, claircognizance,
Her family is discouraging, disappointed, angry.
First they try to convince her that what she sees is not there.
That her feelings are wrong.
Telling her that her “knowing without knowing how she knows”
is an infraction against God.
But how can it be? Didn’t He create me? She argues.
They poke fun of her, laugh at her, jeer her.
They are her family, her parents, her siblings.
The ones she wanted to trust the most.
She shuts down over time.
Pretends to accept their religion over her spirituality
Their truth over her truth
Their ideals over her absolute knowing.
When she grows up she wanders off and finds other like-minded souls.
They uplift her, nurture her, love her.
Released by the others, she thrives.
Her heart beats faster for reasons unknown
Feeling sad, broken hearted,
Curse of clairsentience
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