Hi, I was hoping for some insights about EK. It's been something I've been dealing with for awhile, and I'd love to learn more about (and so would my family). For awhile, I kept a log of my EK incidents per some relatives' suggestions, but unfortunately, it was lost. So, I'll try and enumerate some of the incidents that stand out, from small to larger, as best I can. I tend to go on, so if you get bored, feel free to skim... lol.
First, as a preface, along with some pre-cognition and various other oddness, my life has been absolutely plagued with psi incidents... Apparently, the women in my family have always had some psi abilities.
As of the last few years, the EK has been the most problematic (along with something that someone told me was Recurrent Spontaneous Psychokinesis). So much so, that just the other night, my mom said to me, "You know, if you were alive in the 1600s, they would've burned you at the stake." (Ironically, I live only about 15 minutes from Salem.) And I'm not just talking about the common claim of, "I walk/drive below a street light and it goes out." This problem causes everything from minor annoyances to much larger issues.
Remember when you were little and you shuffled around the carpet in socks so that you could shock your friends? I gathered so much energy by doing this, that I would touch a lamp and it would actually light up for a few seconds. My family loves to tell that story. Also, I've always had a strange fear of lightening, which garnered much lighthearted teasing when I was younger.
I think I first became cognizant of a problem about three years ago, when I first entered an extremely stressful phase of my life. First, all the clocks around me--my alarm clock, the clock in my car, even the clock on my stereo in my office--began to reset themselves a few times a week. I also started experiencing major computer problems at home and work. At the time, I was working at a small record label which had an in-house recording studio attached. First, my computer started crashing on a regular basis, and my boss kept calling in the computer company we contracted with to repair it. Eventually, it started getting so bad that my boss gave me his computer and got a new one for himself. I'd had his old computer less than a day when it crashed as well--after being problem-free the entire time it had been in his possession. Then some of the peripheral equipment started failing too. The repair men couldn't figure out what was going on, and it became almost a joke.
Then, the company's sound engineer started noticing that the recording equipment in his studio would act up when I was in there. The computer would crash, the amps would re-set, the mic would stop working. Once, he was showing me a brand-new clip-on light that he'd just purchased, and as soon as I got near it, it went out and never worked again. Another time, I walked into the building and the lights went out for a few seconds; when they came back on, everyone looked at me because by then, they were starting to connect it to me.
Then there was the time that I went to a business-related workshop, where a presentation was being done on a lap-top. I entered in the middle, and within minutes of me sitting down, the lap-top stopped working and the panel had to go on without use of the computer.
Probably the worst EK-related incident is something I'm only now connecting to me... and, who knows? Maybe it's not connected at all. For awhile, my best friend and I were roommates. Around the time that these weird things started happening to me, she and I were also in conflict and my home life had gotten strained. One evening, we had an electrical fire that forced us out of our apartment and caused the entire building to be evacuated for months. No one could figure out what had caused the fire, except that somehow, it had begun inside the wall of my roommate's bedroom, and eventually, a halogen parking light outside (mounted on the exterior of the wall) had exploded. Nothing of mine was damaged by the fire, but all of my roommate's things were destroyed. If this was because of me, it certainly wasn't on purpose!
Some months later, my friend and I ended our friendship and moved into our own places. I started have major car problems--alternators failed, my brake line snapped (while I was driving!) rendering me brake-less, and even my steering belt snapped (also, while I was driving, though not in the same incident). Some of this I relate more to the RSPK, which has a history of its own separate from the EK. Anyway, eventually, my car died altogether and my mom gave me hers.
As soon as I took her car over, the air-conditioning stopped working, the power windows started to have occasional problems and something in the transmission was breaking-down. I've since moved home and it's broken down again, and has been repaired by reputable mechanics (my step-dad is in the auto business, and he and his friends have worked with these guys many times). Everytime someone other than me--family, mechanics, etc.--takes it for a test-run, it works beautifully--but when I get behind the wheel, it stalls. After it was repaired last time, the mechanics said it was driving perfectly and they'd tested it over and over and under all conditions. My step-dad took it out for a long drive and said it was running like new, so I reclaimed it and within a couple of hours, it stalled on me and left me stranded somewhere. The mechanics were baffled and couldn't find anything wrong, though they said it had to be electrical. The car is now in my driveway, awaiting a tow to an electrical specialist.
So, I've been driving my mom's car, but this is causing problems, as well. Once, as I sat waiting for her, the wipers went on by themselves and couldn't be turned off. Another time, the passenger-side power window froze just as my family was teasing me and calling me "Electrogirl." Today, I was frustrated at finding no decent songs on the radio, and when I looked back at the digital display, it was dead--no clock, no station settings, nothing. Either I blew a fuse or just died. It's gotten to where my mom has become nervous about letting me use her car.
And there are the small things, too. Batteries drain too quickly when they're in things that I use (portable CD-players, palm-pilots, mp3-players, etc.). When I'm shopping, items and credit cards don't scan if I've been holding them. I get shocks from plastic. My sound machine--I like white-noise to sleep--stops working when I'm frustrated or upset. (In fact, just the other day I went to turn it on and it was dead; I tried various different outlets to no avail--and then my step-dad took it and instantly got it to work.) Within a week of getting a new cell phone, the digital display died and I had to bring the brand-new phone in for repair. The list goes on...
My mom has always claimed that she's had bad luck with electronics--and now she's wondering if it might have started with my birth. It all sounds so nuts that I often want to chalk it up to coincidence... but could really that be it? How could someone be born with such an effect on electric? And if there's something I can do to make this a positive thing, then how?
I should mention that I have ADHD, so any sort of training involving meditation and a need for intense focus is nearly impossible. However, I know that there are times when I am able to naturally find that state when hovering in between sleep and wakefulness ... though being cognizant of that brief window is difficult. It happened once, and I unwittingly controlled my air-conditioner by mumbling the words, "I'm freezing." The a/c promptly switched off, much to my delight. But I'm yet to purposely enter that state ...
Sorry for rambling... but thanks for getting this far, if you did.
EDIT: Sorry, I posted this before seeing the other EK thread ... didn't mean to create clutter. (I frequent a message forum where that's a no-no ... lol.)
First, as a preface, along with some pre-cognition and various other oddness, my life has been absolutely plagued with psi incidents... Apparently, the women in my family have always had some psi abilities.
As of the last few years, the EK has been the most problematic (along with something that someone told me was Recurrent Spontaneous Psychokinesis). So much so, that just the other night, my mom said to me, "You know, if you were alive in the 1600s, they would've burned you at the stake." (Ironically, I live only about 15 minutes from Salem.) And I'm not just talking about the common claim of, "I walk/drive below a street light and it goes out." This problem causes everything from minor annoyances to much larger issues.
Remember when you were little and you shuffled around the carpet in socks so that you could shock your friends? I gathered so much energy by doing this, that I would touch a lamp and it would actually light up for a few seconds. My family loves to tell that story. Also, I've always had a strange fear of lightening, which garnered much lighthearted teasing when I was younger.
I think I first became cognizant of a problem about three years ago, when I first entered an extremely stressful phase of my life. First, all the clocks around me--my alarm clock, the clock in my car, even the clock on my stereo in my office--began to reset themselves a few times a week. I also started experiencing major computer problems at home and work. At the time, I was working at a small record label which had an in-house recording studio attached. First, my computer started crashing on a regular basis, and my boss kept calling in the computer company we contracted with to repair it. Eventually, it started getting so bad that my boss gave me his computer and got a new one for himself. I'd had his old computer less than a day when it crashed as well--after being problem-free the entire time it had been in his possession. Then some of the peripheral equipment started failing too. The repair men couldn't figure out what was going on, and it became almost a joke.
Then, the company's sound engineer started noticing that the recording equipment in his studio would act up when I was in there. The computer would crash, the amps would re-set, the mic would stop working. Once, he was showing me a brand-new clip-on light that he'd just purchased, and as soon as I got near it, it went out and never worked again. Another time, I walked into the building and the lights went out for a few seconds; when they came back on, everyone looked at me because by then, they were starting to connect it to me.
Then there was the time that I went to a business-related workshop, where a presentation was being done on a lap-top. I entered in the middle, and within minutes of me sitting down, the lap-top stopped working and the panel had to go on without use of the computer.
Probably the worst EK-related incident is something I'm only now connecting to me... and, who knows? Maybe it's not connected at all. For awhile, my best friend and I were roommates. Around the time that these weird things started happening to me, she and I were also in conflict and my home life had gotten strained. One evening, we had an electrical fire that forced us out of our apartment and caused the entire building to be evacuated for months. No one could figure out what had caused the fire, except that somehow, it had begun inside the wall of my roommate's bedroom, and eventually, a halogen parking light outside (mounted on the exterior of the wall) had exploded. Nothing of mine was damaged by the fire, but all of my roommate's things were destroyed. If this was because of me, it certainly wasn't on purpose!
Some months later, my friend and I ended our friendship and moved into our own places. I started have major car problems--alternators failed, my brake line snapped (while I was driving!) rendering me brake-less, and even my steering belt snapped (also, while I was driving, though not in the same incident). Some of this I relate more to the RSPK, which has a history of its own separate from the EK. Anyway, eventually, my car died altogether and my mom gave me hers.
As soon as I took her car over, the air-conditioning stopped working, the power windows started to have occasional problems and something in the transmission was breaking-down. I've since moved home and it's broken down again, and has been repaired by reputable mechanics (my step-dad is in the auto business, and he and his friends have worked with these guys many times). Everytime someone other than me--family, mechanics, etc.--takes it for a test-run, it works beautifully--but when I get behind the wheel, it stalls. After it was repaired last time, the mechanics said it was driving perfectly and they'd tested it over and over and under all conditions. My step-dad took it out for a long drive and said it was running like new, so I reclaimed it and within a couple of hours, it stalled on me and left me stranded somewhere. The mechanics were baffled and couldn't find anything wrong, though they said it had to be electrical. The car is now in my driveway, awaiting a tow to an electrical specialist.
So, I've been driving my mom's car, but this is causing problems, as well. Once, as I sat waiting for her, the wipers went on by themselves and couldn't be turned off. Another time, the passenger-side power window froze just as my family was teasing me and calling me "Electrogirl." Today, I was frustrated at finding no decent songs on the radio, and when I looked back at the digital display, it was dead--no clock, no station settings, nothing. Either I blew a fuse or just died. It's gotten to where my mom has become nervous about letting me use her car.
And there are the small things, too. Batteries drain too quickly when they're in things that I use (portable CD-players, palm-pilots, mp3-players, etc.). When I'm shopping, items and credit cards don't scan if I've been holding them. I get shocks from plastic. My sound machine--I like white-noise to sleep--stops working when I'm frustrated or upset. (In fact, just the other day I went to turn it on and it was dead; I tried various different outlets to no avail--and then my step-dad took it and instantly got it to work.) Within a week of getting a new cell phone, the digital display died and I had to bring the brand-new phone in for repair. The list goes on...
My mom has always claimed that she's had bad luck with electronics--and now she's wondering if it might have started with my birth. It all sounds so nuts that I often want to chalk it up to coincidence... but could really that be it? How could someone be born with such an effect on electric? And if there's something I can do to make this a positive thing, then how?
I should mention that I have ADHD, so any sort of training involving meditation and a need for intense focus is nearly impossible. However, I know that there are times when I am able to naturally find that state when hovering in between sleep and wakefulness ... though being cognizant of that brief window is difficult. It happened once, and I unwittingly controlled my air-conditioner by mumbling the words, "I'm freezing." The a/c promptly switched off, much to my delight. But I'm yet to purposely enter that state ...
Sorry for rambling... but thanks for getting this far, if you did.
EDIT: Sorry, I posted this before seeing the other EK thread ... didn't mean to create clutter. (I frequent a message forum where that's a no-no ... lol.)
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