Hi. My name is Kate. I work in a tiny hospital, in an isolated, rural region somewhere in Canada.
I’m a bit psychic.
Well, I’m learning how to be more intuitive, anyway. I’ve read everything published about animal communication, which is really where I started out. I used to have conversations with animals when I was a young child – this I remember distinctly. I had what my mother called a “vivid imagination”.
For a long time I was afraid of ghosts, of the unseen-yet-exists. I focused completely on animal communication with passion and enthusiasm. Nothing scary there – just sad things, sometimes.
I’ve had some confirmed success with animal communication for a few years now, (more on that later.) But what really drives me to start writing this journal is that animal communication has bled into intuitive *knowing* and is spreading into other forms of psychic communication. Sometimes I get information, and I’m not even aware I’ve incorporated it into my day.
This is thrown into light particularly well by my job: I am in charge of inventory. Every time a nurse or doctor reaches for something they need in this hospital, my job is to make sure it’s there – which is where being a bit psychic comes in really handy.
Oct 5th, for instance, I was making up an excision tray for a scheduled procedure. This means someone is getting local anaesthetic and is having a small lump for cyst removed and sent off to the lab for analysis. This requires the assembly of lidocaine, sterile instruments, gloves etc. I decided to make up two trays so I’d just be able to grab it quickly the next time there was an excision scheduled at short notice.
Well, I managed to turn to the vasectomy tray assembly sheet instead of the excision tray. I made up two vasectomy trays and we rarely do vasectomies here, but I decided to leave them assembled anyway – then I went ahead and prepared the excision tray for the scheduled procedure.
The very next day, I was informed of two vasectomies scheduled last-minute for October 7th. Bam! I whipped out the two trays I’d prepped laughing my head off. “You’re hired!” the nurse exclaimed. There was no way to know we’d have two vasectomies, yet I *knew* without knowing I knew.
That event was the tipping point. I figured, I have to start writing about this. I’ve been reading and learning and meditating upon developing my psychic abilities for years – time to start a damn journal and get serious.
So here it is. The first entry. I hope you enjoy the stories of my little psychic victories.