Dear spiritseeker08,
We are all psychics, some more psychic than others. Being psychic is like any other endeavor the more you practice the better you become. I found that meditation increased my psychic abilities to the point where I could pick up tunes (music) for others around me. The following is from my book Someone Else's Yesterday and illustrates what I am talking about;
"At this time in my writing, I have tapered off on meditating for the purpose of obtaining information on past lives. There are several reasons for this. I would prefer to find hard facts and information of Gordon from books, photographs and assorted libraries. Another reason for the slowdown was that strange things started to happen once I opened myself up to my inner (or higher) self. It can become a case of getting too much of what is asked for. I was starting to have more psychic experiences.
It seems that I would, on occasion, pick up songs from others around me. One morning, in the kitchen at the Fire Headquarters, I stood buttering a bagel. It does not take much brainpower to butter a bagel, so my mind wandered off. Lieutenant Christopher Ackley was a few feet away washing some breakfast dishes. As I worked on my bagel, I was singing. The song was "Santa Claus is Coming to Town," a well-known tune but these unusual factors enter here:
It was the middle of summer.
I was imitating Leon Redbone (Who has a very distinct voice and singing style).
I was not fully conscious of what I was doing.
Lieutenant Ackley said, "Do you like that song? I said "What song?" He said, "The one you were just singing, Santa Claus is Coming to Town by Leon Redbone." I looked at him and said, "There is such a song?" He said, "Yeah! I was playing it on my tape player in my truck on the way to work this morning!" I hadn't been aware of this song until that morning. I found this strange but didn't give it much more thought until I had similar experiences.
On a trip to Vermont, Anna and I stopped at the King Arthur Flour Company store in Norwich, Vermont. Anna is a bread-baking nut, square, round, big, little, potato, and banana she loves making them all. It was only natural then, while traveling through Vermont; we stop at one of her favorite suppliers. There were enough baking items there to give the Pillsbury Doughboy an apoplexy. I leaned against the cash register as Anna scooted back and forth, piling things on the counter like a supermarket sweepstakes winner. As I stood there, my brain drifted off and I started humming a song from Pinocchio called "Got No Strings on Me." I heard someone say, "Thanks a lot." I looked at the girl behind the counter and said, "Excuse me?" She repeated what she had said and then elaborated. "Thanks a lot. I've been trying to get that song out of my head for three days and you stand there humming it." I said "Well, I must have gotten it from you, so don't blame me."
Probably the strangest incident of this unasked for ability to pick up others songs was one that transpired between firefighter Lisa Ruot and myself. Lisa is the only female firefighter on the department and is assigned to my platoon. Lisa is a diminutive brunette with a broad smile and an impish twinkle in her eyes. She is affectionately referred to as The Babayaga. She brought this nickname upon herself by using the phrase one-day. When asked what it meant, she explained it's a Russian witch and that they ride on houses instead of broomsticks.
Every once in a while, I would sing an old song called Pony Boy and do it with a Jewish accent, as I travel through Fire Headquarters. On one of these occasions, Lisa stopped me and asked, "How come whenever I'm thinking of my Grandfather you sing that song?" I asked "Did he like that song?" She said "Yes, he would sing it to me when I was a little girl I asked her if he was Jewish and deceased. The reply was Yes to both. I asked her if she liked him and she said she adored him. I said, "Well, I guess he's still around you." I walked away, leaving Lisa to muse.
These occurrences proved to me that I was receiving these songs externally. There could be no other explanation. The songs are not top forty hits. With the imitation of Leon Redbone in one case and a Jewish accent in another, what other conclusion could I come to? My favorite story of the three is the one about Lisa, because at that time I had been allowed to share a true love song from the past."
Hope you have enjoyed this little story. The best way to meditate is to find what works well for you. Keep in mind that you should only ask to see what you "need" to see for your benefit or the benefit of others. Good luck in your journey of self-discovery.
Best, Jeff