The Quiet Knowing

The Quiet Knowing

A Love Letter to the Psychic Soul

We don’t always walk with crystals in our pockets or wear velvet in candlelight.

Sometimes, we’re just quietly brewing tea...or coffee

and we feel the shift before the news arrives.

A flicker in the sky. A whisper on the breeze.

The vibe hums differently,

and we know.

Psychic ability is not a party trick.

It is not lightning bolts or Hollywood drama.

It is the art of deep listening,

to the space between words,

to the weight of someone’s silence,

to the future as it becomes through the present.

We are the ones who feel too much,

who know before we know why.

We dream in symbols, speak in metaphors,

and decode emotions like ancient maps.

To be psychic is to be a bridge.

Between the seen and the unseen.

Between the living and the beyond living.

Between what is said—and what is meant.

Our gift is not perfection.

We do not always get it “right.”

But our magic is in the devotion to listen anyway...

to sit still in the quiet and trust what rises.

We predict, and we translate.

We do not control, we transmute

We do not escape the world, we see many worlds.

And in that, we help others see themselves...

not with judgment,

but from Source Perspective.

So here’s to the psychics.

To the intuitives. The seers. The feelers.

To those who know things they were never told.

Who read people like poems.

Who carry the weight of empathy like a spiritual, but sometimes heavy crown.

Your knowing is sacred.

Your softness is strength.

Your gift is prophecy and it is Source Perspective.

Your clarity is medicine.

Your intuition is artistry.

We see what others overlook.

We hold what others rush past.

We are the eye of the storm, the truth before the words, the eyes that never close.

And when we speak,

it’s not just to be heard...

it’s to awaken.