This is a special memory from my own childhood.
My sister was in first grade when she had her first Epileptic seizure. It happened just minutes before the bell rang for recess. I was in 2nd grade and I remember walking out of my classroom and looking towards the front doors to our building and seeing a small crowd had gathered. Right then I knew it was my sister and even though the teachers were trying to direct everyone towards the playground and the doors at the opposite end of the building, I remember pushing my way through and telling everyone, “You don’t understand. It’s my sister”.
I got to the steps and I remember thinking that she was very white. That scared me. So did the look on her teacher’s face. She told me that they were going to try to call my mom. I told them she wouldn’t answer, “She’s out squirrel hunting”. I don’t know how I knew that either but at the time I was sure of it. They did get a hold of our next-door neighbor who found mom — out back hunting! By the time my mom got to the school my sister had completely recovered and just wanted to play! My mom kind of thought she faked it.
Over the next couple of weeks, it happened often. There were many trips to the doctors and to the U of M trying to figure out what was wrong before they finally diagnosed it as Epilepsy. She would have lots of seizures in the next couple of years, not the shaking and thrashing kind. She would just turn ghost white, stiffen up and pass out. She would be out for 5 minutes or so and then wake up ready to play as if nothing had happened. She learned to know when one was starting. She would smell oranges and hear bubbles popping in her head.
I was convinced at the time that she could bring them on when she wanted to get out of something – like church! They often happened in church and I think she received the Last Rites 3 or 4 times before our Priest came to realize she wasn’t going to die.
After about 2 years, they were able to get it under control with medication. She was 14 when they finally decided she had outgrown it and she started the 2-year process of getting off the anti-convulsive medicines.
I have always thought of that as my first psychic experience. There have been a few other experiences that I can’t explain since then. I do think our brains have hidden talents if we just knew how to use them. Psychic experience or not it sure is a very vivid memory.