I believe i am a little psychic. my dad has been dead for 20 years and yet at times in my life he comes to visit to let me he is there. I could feel his prescence at my wedding to my hubby letting me know he was happy for me.

When we adopted our daughter. He came and talked to her. I could hear a conversation going on in the room and when i tried to peek in. The floors squeaked and when i got there she was there alone. We were all curled up and asked her "if Grandpa Jack" came and talked to her and she said yes.

I think there is soo much of time and space we know nothing about. .. sometimes people are too narrow minded to realize or to afraid to accept it. I think everyone has alittle part of the gift but some people squash it down as a hunch of just a feeling and not something more

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I love the night
I love the element of danger and the ecstasy of flight,
I love the night
I love to dance with a stranger and to feel his delight,
And when the dancing is through, I kick off my shoes,
And I listen to the beating of his heart