Who’s On The Telephone?

When I was a child, phones were attached to the wall in the home. Phone receivers were attached by a long curly cord that stretched from the phone itself. Do you remember these? Back in those days, (LOL), there was no such thing as Caller ID, answering machines or even call waiting. Yup, I’m that many years old! Long distance calls were expensive and we only had landlines. Cell phones didn’t come around for decades. So you never knew when the phone was going to ring or who was on the other end when you picked it up.

My parents were strict and we were taught to answer the phone in a formal manner. For practice, whenever the phone rang, we were the ones to get up and walk over the wall where it was because my parents didn’t want to move and it was exciting to see who was calling!

I remember when I was in the younger grades in school that even though a phone call was hardly ever for me, I began to know when the phone would ring. I know this sounds strange, but it’s true. When the knowing first began to happen, I couldn’t wait to tell my parents that I knew the phone was going to ring. I would get the sensation that the phone was going to ring and then I’d excitedly tell my parents. They looked at me strangely, but then, when the phone would ring, they laughed. But the more my phone predictions happened, the less enthusiastic they were about it. When I began to know who the caller was, my parents were even more unsettled. They tried all different ways to see how I was doing what they referred to as a parlor trick, but I hadn’t any answers. I just sensed the phone was going to ring and had a feeling about who was calling. There might have been magic to it, but nothing I could control.

After awhile, I stopped telling them since it seemed to upset them. But I still would tap into the knowing of who was on the other line and even work on counting down to the actual ring of the phone in order to test myself. I remember getting that knowing feeling and thinking: the phone will ring in 5 seconds and then counting down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and wait for the phone would ring. I thought it was wonderful, but nobody else did. They looked at me strangely and made me wish I had never told them.

So one day, I just decided to stop. I didn’t want them to think I was strange or not normal. I wanted to fit in with my family even though I’d always felt I was different. But being a part of them was more important to me at the time so I worked on ignoring the knowing. I felt like if I turned off the knowing then they’d like me more and I wouldn’t be looked upon so strangely.

I turned my back on the connection with the knowing. Now that I look back, it was as if it I disabled that ability in myself. I hid it in order to be like the others. After awhile, I forgot about it and moved on. Caught up in the vortex of normal life, being like everyone else and certainly not standing out.

I had quite forgotten my phone abilities until recently. Just like I had forgotten Tommie (see prior post). It seems the Evolution of Remembering Me has begun in earnest. I began this blog in the beginning of 2020, but it isn’t until now that these energetic shifts are becoming more real to me.

Did you ever know when the phone was going to ring? Or who the caller was?

5 thoughts on “Who’s On The Telephone?

  1. I am that old too and phones here too were attached to the wall. We’d call long distance on the weekend or evening because the rates would be cheaper.
    I don’t remember feeling the energy and the vibration of a call that was about to come through and I think my gifts developed later in life from my life experiences and becoming more aware and awakened. Great post. Thank you for sharing.

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