Janr Ssor’s – Growing Up With Telepathy

The first thing I can recall was lying in my bed and thinking about the interesting things I could see around me, now that I could turn my head. My happy visitors all shared funny pictures with me and each other and made warm and varied telepathysounds. I liked them, their sounds and their pictures but they made no sense to me, yet.   I wanted to understand it so I closed my eyes and experimented with pictures of my new world.   After a time when I opened my eyes, I noted that my eyes were growing dim and realized it was happening again. My new world started to fade and vanish as it seemed to do in regular cycles.

When my world had vanished,   I started re-creating it by creating a bright dot to fill the darkness and then two dots and then lots more. It was fun and it reminded me that when I looked way back over where the cool air came from, I could see a bunch of bright dots that I did not even have to imagine.  In the dark I liked to make lots of dots and stick them together and watch them grow.  Then I noticed that they looked like one of the happy visitors! It dawned on me that I could assemble my little dots into almost anything.  Maybe everything was made of dots.  I tried to copy the now invisible room that was  around from time to time. In my head I re-created it all built out of little dots and suddenly it occurred to me;  my happy visitors were sharing pictures of rooms I had never seen, all made of little dots all bunched together like mine!  I got excited and spent most of the night building little pictures of what they had shared.  I built it out of my new erector set of bright lines, rectangles, circles, squares and some that just melted into shapes I could not even now name, all made of dots. Soon something was hurting in the dark and to my cry in the dark, the warm sweet drink thing came and put out the fire. I felt happy and then soon after the room was back.
When the room came back again in this next cycle, all the things in it now were 3d like my erector set.  It was a fun game, discovering this new place. When the happy visitors came back and made sounds to each other, I could see the pictures they were painting, many were rooms like mine. It was an exciting new day!  Maybe the sounds even had something to do with the pictures because I noticed the same sounds being made when they shared the same pictures!  Later I learned the sounds they made were called speech and I learned to make those sounds too.
My next dramatic memory was of when my mom sister and I sat on cushions on the floor in the finished basement play room of our brick home in Brooklyn NY. On the plastic table was teal blue box trimmed with brass edging and held together by a small “C” shaped brass fastener.  My mom turned the fastener free of its pin and the box unfolded into a flat surface etched with a faint gray outline of the USA.  From a little drawstring bag she emptied odd shaped puzzle pieces onto the surface.  She then told my sister to assemble the map.  I was just barely two years old as I watched my 4 ½ year old sister usa-puzzle-480x257assemble a map of the usa’s 50 states upside down, and earn my mom’s applause.  A photographic memory was not uncommon in my family (though my mom did not have one, she was gifted with intermittent telepathy which she was oddly not aware of).  On that date, I who was far more telepathic than my mom,  but just beginning to walk really well,  could not begin to do this puzzle trick, to my personal consternation!
I could see the puzzle being put together on the ornate desktop, which was itself unfolded from the puzzle box being opened like a blossoming flower. Because of telepathy,  I could see the map being assembled in my sister’s mind,  but I could not duplicate it!  My mom, seeing me (seeking her applause) struggling with  a much smaller puzzle with lots of frustration on my little face, said “Let’s find you something simpler to do that will be fun!”  I could sense her emotional disappointment and see the images of my inferiority in her head.  Unfortunately my mind was that of a 2 year old and I could  not understand that not being able to solve the puzzle  was age related (I did not know or understand about age and maturation).  I also did not understand that she was disappointed at my frustration and not in me. I should not have been telepathic at that age, it usually started with sexual maturation.  Things do go wrong at times.
This experience was the first dent in my ego that I could recall, with lots of effort years later. It was a child’s misunderstanding and the first of many “collisions” with my mom that would alienate me from her forever.  With or without telepathy and empathy, a child’s brain cannot understand what an adults can. Telepathy made it more painfully confusing too!  All it told me was that she was proud of my sister and not me. I could even see her mental plot to give me some of my favorite dessert to take my mind off the competition!  When she gave it to me,  I spit it out!
My sister too was telepathic but uncontrollably so.  When she had occasional “imaginary” playmates that were not there, it was cute to my parents.  As she got older it became something my parents worried about and eventually my sister’s early demise. For me telepathy was  kind of like my mom’s experience. It only really happened when I was clearing my mind in concentration or asleep.  Otherwise the noise from my 5 senses drowned out any conscious input from the sixth senses ephemeral emanations to my childlike mind. It did nevertheless however have significant effects on my maturation.
When I was 3 or nearly 4, my parents had a “party” for adults who came over and got to sit in the living room, from which we were normally banned.  This was the mahogany, leather and soft cushions reserved for special occasions only.  Some of the adults brought other children and we were told to go out back to play.  This was the first time I realized that children old.people.partywere in some ways, at least to me,  insane. They were out of control externally and internally!  They hit each other, pulled toys out of each other’s hands and their minds were a flow of emotions with images of self gratification.  I could not stand them! I could not stand their thoughts!  I came back into the parlour and I begged my mom to let me hang out with the adults, to which she finally conceded.  This was much better.  I got to talk with and mostly listen to  some of the “old” people about the government, the past war’s they remembered and even the president.  They did look oddly at me now and then and I could sense their thoughts drift to the question of how a little toddler could converse, even as poorly as I did,  on these topics. The answer was beyond me and them at the time, but now, that I am older, I know.
What I thought was my thoughts, was their thoughts (drifting in like smoke signals to my open mind) on any topic they focused on. As a result my occasional comment always affirmed their beliefs and my questions and interest in their opinions and stories of life kept them talking on and on.  At least their minds were rational, for the most part, unlike the savage children they had brought to my home.  Not only was the conversation interesting, but they would reach into big bowls of hard shelled nuts and crack them for me with hinged silver nut crackers.  A worthy reward for my efforts at listening to them attentively.

Then when it was not so busy around me, I had my ghostly friends.  You might have called them imaginary playmates, though I did not play with them or know even if they had names.  I recall swinging on the swings my dad had hung from the big beam crossing the roof of the garage.  It was always fun to swing inside and it was even possible when it rained outside, which gave it a special feeling.  I loved the way the world rushed by me forward and backward. I found it fascinating to note how some loud long sounds from the street stretched out as my swing moved in its magical path. I had heard that too as those vehicles with sirens rushed by on occasion.  Today as I paid attention to just such a sound, AcidTripI noted that someone was also listening to the changing sound but using my ears!  They were also looking through my eyes at the changing panorama. Then it occurred to me, I could also look at them but not through their eyes or their ears as they had none. I could only look at their thoughts as they got excited about sharing in my experience.  I tried to see what they were seeing where they seemed to be but I could not do so as their world was bizarrely unstable when I tried to see it.  Years later I would understand that their world was so different from ours that there was nothing in common that I could comprehend from whatever sort of sensory organs they had.

Instead of seeing their world,  my mind took their sensory energy impulses and tried to interpret it as my world.  That turned out to be confusing to say the least! Image upon image painted itself in a tangled maze that I could only describe as confusion.  At my age it was frightening.  I quickly stopped trying this approach to knowing them.  Then I tried ignoring them, but it was not possible, it seemed.  I could tell that they were there even when they tried to not be noticeable. There was this feeling of someone or something looking over my shoulders.

One day,  when I was older,  I had a curious insight into what was happening when my ghostly visitors came unbidden. My family and I had just returned from a two day weekend vacation in Hode’s Acres, upstate NY.  My sister and I had walked through the woods listening to strange animal and insect sounds.  We had crossed through rushing streams on slippery rocks covered with green carpets of algae. We had smelled the strong scents of blossoming flowers and the less pleasant smell of hidden death and decay.  It was like a trip to another planet considering that we lived on Troy Avenue in the bustling brick and tar town of  Brooklyn NY.

My enlightening insight was that the visitors in my head where also on “vacation.”  They however left their physical bodies and traveled the universe to see other worlds.  They could travel as far as they chose in zero time because without physical form they were not confined to time or space in the usual sense.  However, in order to experience the distant world, they had to mentally join with a being whose sensory organs they could learn to use and comprehend. This was, for them,  far better than anything Disney World could create!  I did not however like them looking through my eyes as I felt naked and exposed.  I thought I could understand their reaction and it felt as if they sometimes laughed at me,  were revolted my my normal life or in some perverse way stimulated by me.  I felt like a freak in a freak show.  I began to plan how to end this unwanted connection.

…………………………….. more to come (and possibly the beginnings of a story that needs be told)

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2 comments on “Janr Ssor’s – Growing Up With Telepathy

  1. Very interesting… it’s like seeing the world through an altering filter – a different way to perceive reality; if so, who could blame those who never had any experience, not even the tiniest thought related to the larger universe outside??

  2. Thank you for your interesting and thoughtful reply. Most of my story writing is about exploring the infinite possibilities that our universe offers. Not just in terms of landscape and life-form but even the thought dissimilarities that must naturally arise from having no sense of light, sound or touch or anything approaching our short term of life. What would it be like if you were that being? Could you even communicate with us when your life is so long that you understand the language that Stars And Planets communicate in? Oh yes, they do communicate! They look at us as infinitesimal dust of no consequence because we are ephemeral. We look at them as if they are inanimate because they don’t move…… however in reality they do lots. To see their expression of life, you just need time lapse photography over millions of years and even then you need to know that their “movement” is their energetic interaction with the entire universe via things like, gravitational force, spectral lensing and probably the transmission of the Akashic Record (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akashic_records)

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