Recently, I was watching an episode from season two of Bewitched with my granddaughter. For my younger readers, Bewitched was a popular television show where Elizabeth Montgomery plays a nice witch (Samantha Stephens) who marries a mortal man (Darrin Stephens, played by Dick York for the first three seasons, then by Dick Sargent for the rest). Samantha promises her Darrin that she will not to use her witchcraft under any circumstances. Samantha comes from a kooky family of witches and warlocks- most of whom disapprove of her marriage to a mortal- that constantly get her in crazy situations. The most disapproving of this Samantha’s marital arrangement is her mother, Endora (played brilliantly by Agnes Moorehead). Endora refers to Darrin as any number of derogatory names beginning with the letter ‘D’- Dum Dum, Dimwit, Do Do, etc., but never ‘”Darrin”. In season two, Samantha tells Darrin she’s pregnant. Darrin is as excited as any expectant father would be, until he realizes the baby could possibly inherit Samantha’s witchcraft. They have a beautiful daughter, Tabatha. Early on, they realize Tabatha has inherited witchcraft. So does her little brother, Adam, who comes along three years later. Yes, this is just a television show and obviously we can’t conjure up a six course gourmet dinner of Peking Duck and Chocolate Soufflés for four just by twitching our noses – like Samantha did!! But I believe that everyone is born with intuition. Some people have intuitive abilities that our greater than others. Like mothers when it come to their children, for instance. Most of us have our intuitions beat down by constantly being told to follow the norm rather than being taught to listen to our heart. But that is a topic for a later blog! Today, I want to talk about where I believe my psychic ability came from- directly inherited from my grandmother. The circumstances that took place at her funeral made me realize that I have the same abilities as my granny. (You can read all about my grandmother’s funeral in my previous blog.) The memories of my childhood are riddled with my knowing things I shouldn’t. Most are trivial, some were of minor importance and nearly all of them were things that the grownups didn’t understand. A memory that is etched into brain: I am at my aunt’s house where my relatives are gathered around the kitchen table immersed in conversation. My uncle is at the head of the table telling a story. Everyone is listening so closely to his every word, you could have heard a pin drop. I sat there listening to him go on and on, knowing with every fiber of my being, that this man was lying through his teeth. Remember, I was just a kid and in those days you didn’t disrespect your elders. I wanted to call him on it so badly! I couldn’t help thinking, ‘doesn’t anyone else see and feel what I do?’ The answer was clearly no- they were buying all of it! It wasn’t until years later that the truth was revealed. The question still remains, how the heck did I know that? Eventually, I learned to stop asking that question and for a while, I kept the information to myself. I felt different already; I certainly didn’t need people thinking I was some weirdo. But as my teenage years turned into early adulthood, I began to attract people who not only felt the way I did; they didn’t judge me because I was different. Some of them even respected me because of it. Little by little, I began to see my psychic ability as a gift from my grandmother. And now, I’m offering my grandmother’s gift to those who I can help see a path toward a more fulfilling life.