When did I know I was psychic? I never knew I wasn’t psychic.
As a very young child, I knew who was calling when my parents’ telephone rang, and was able to tell my mother when I had dreams about things that happened to family members. I saw a cousin who had broken his arm… my mom checked with his parents and, yes, he had fallen off a roof and broken his arm.
I could “feel” which team “looked like” the winners in athletic events. I could “see” my playmates in the future — what they would look like and what they would be doing. Who would be a professor or a nurse or a pilot when we grew up. Or I would get flashes of an event or sequence of events for one of my playmates or friends — see one in a graduation or one in a wedding. Years later I have often attended the friend’s graduation or wedding just as I saw in a vision years and years earlier.
I was so young that I had no idea that everyone couldn’t sense what I could sense and know what I knew in advance. Of course, I didn’t know the word psychic, and my mother, her sisters, and my grandmother could all sense the same things… so I had no idea that our abilities were “different” in any way.
While it is my belief that we all have a level of psychic ability, I am grateful every day for the level of ability I have been born with and privileged to work with for the last many years.