What Is An Apport And How Does It Affect You?

When I was in Ireland I had an odd experience, even for me. I'm used to TVs turning on and off or not letting me turn them on or off.

Lights flickering, or blowing out, an occasional pillow flinging itself across the room, and of course, the constant disappearance and reappearance of objects.

There are possible explanations for all of that. Power surges, misprogrammed remotes. Though the electrician, the handyman, and the computer repair person have all asked me if I have ghosts.

Just because I work as a psychic doesn't mean that I automatically assume everything is paranormal, even if some things are.

However, in Ireland I was caught off guard. Three hours after boarding the Dublin bus headed to Northern Ireland (not counting the hour standing in line after the delays of the now infamous Dublin traffic) I descended from the Dublin bus in the South to the Omagh Station in the North.

Limping from my sprained ankle, though crutches still in hand, I had strongly grasped the paper containing the phone numbers I needed to call so I could be met at the station and driven to my final destination. I also held several less important papers.

I was about to encounter the intricacies of Northern Ireland's public phone, i.e., switching back from Euros used in the South to pounds and pence employed in the North.

Juggling my shoulder bag, crutches, and firmly clutching the sheet with numbers, I stood in the phone booth attempting to decipher which of the unreadable coins formed 30 pence, the amount required for a call.

Suddenly I felt a slight whoosh on my hand, as if something subtle had happened but I wasn't sure what. When I looked closer I saw that the paper was gone, as if the wind had carried it away, although there was no wind. The other pages were still in place.

Passengers waiting on nearby benches watched as I frantically searched the booth, the ground, even tramping across the street. I picked up whatever was strewn about but none was the magically disappeared paper. Now I couldn't call even if I figured out the money.

What to do? In the midst of my surprise, I suddenly had a feeling and/or strangely remembered there was one of the very few buses scheduled around that time that could take me where I needed to go. I also had a sense that my friend was close by looking for me but we didn't connect.

What did I learn? I had felt overwhelmed being injured in a foreign country and without transportation I was used to. (I'm used to the luxury of driving myself, and on the opposite side of the road.)

Ultimately, the perfection of finding that last bus was empowering and let me know that I could get around the countryside, at least to some extent, on my own. It didn't fit my pictures and yet I was taken care of in ways I didn't plan. It was also a reminder about being in the power and presence of the moment.


Here Is Today's Psychic Thought:

"That is called an apport, isn't it?" my friend Sue emailed after hearing the story. She may have even added an lol to remind me not to take it too seriously.

"Someone else would have had the paper appear and are probably scratching their heads too," she said.

So what exactly is an apport? Does it come from the French word, apporter, meaning to send? Ironically, some of the best definitions come from the skeptic websites. They are certainly the websites that come up first in google's list. And truthfully, I'd be skeptical too if it hadn't happened to me.

From skepdic.com: "An apport is an object allegedly materializing during a seance. Believers see apports as signs or gifts from spirits. Skeptics see them as evidence of conjuring.

Good magicians and good mediums can produce objects seemingly out of nowhere and nothing. They can also make objects seem to disappear. When a medium does this it is referred to as a deport."

"Teleportation is the act or process of moving an object or person by psychokinesis. The term originated with Charles Fort, though he used it to describe magical transport between Earth and the heavens."

That site even refers us to a book called The Psychic Mafia. Ah, finally to be part of a group!

The next logical question is what does it mean? Why does the TV turn on at a particular time, why was that paper whisked from my hand? I'm not a conjurer. I've always avoided magic shows because I hate to be fooled. What's the point of watching something that looks real and isn't?

Certainly apports tell us that reality is far greater than we may ordinarily perceive. In the shamanic sense, it tells me that everything is fluid, movable, not static.

When I have a lot of telekinetic experiences, I take it as an opportunity to slow down and manage my energy and become more balanced. In this instance, I also took it as a cue to develop and expand my mediumistic skills.

However, what prompted me to finally type up this very remiss issue of "Psychic Thought" is an email I received that asked everyone to align their thoughts for peace in the middle east.

While I'd like to wait until I have time, or the illusion that I could get this article just right, it seems that the times are calling us to remember who we are and the power we have to effect change.

One simple way is to focus our thoughts on what we want to happen, for instance meditating on world peace.

What we focus on is what shows up in our lives. Creating peace within ourselves, we bring greater peace and coherence into the world.

I completed the draft of this article yesterday and was again stalling on getting it out. I did too much multi-tasking so by this morning decided I was at HALT. (HALT: Never get too Hungry, Angry, Lonely, or Tired.)

I was just going to focus on me. Until I had another one of those experiences that don't seem real and certainly take me out of my reverie.

I planned to spend the morning meditating but finally picked up the phone to check messages. (I haven't been able to keep a phone machine from breaking down near me in years so I check messages by calling into voice mail.)

If I don't get a call by the fourth ring, then I get dial tone and have to wait and call up for the message. I can never hear a message while it's being left.

Today I picked up the phone to find out who had rung earlier and was startled to hear the voice of someone I knew speaking in a very somber way about not storing movies in his head. When he finished his soliloquy, he simply clicked off.

Once the line was clear, I called my machine and there was an earlier upbeat message from him urging me to come in for an acupuncture treatment. No mention of movies.

If this were a dream, how would I interpret it? Crossed wires? People often ask me how I can do a psychic reading for them by phone. "Don't you need to see me?''

Why, I wonder, would I need to see them, psychic is psychic? "No," I say, "I just go by the sound of your voice. Doesn't matter where you are."

"Now you know why you get so tired," a friend said. "Imagine picking up so much information all the time, information you can't even be conscious of."

We're obviously powerful senders and receivers who live in extraordinary times. The result of this morning's wake-up call: (I just spoke with the telekinetic acupuncturist.)

He remembered talking about a movie with his assistant. "But that was before I ever picked up the phone to call you," he said. "And I only left you the one message."

Yes, I know, Mercury is still in retrograde.

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