Looking at ones DNA is where we will start.

Hungarian, French, Irish, English, Scottish, Dutch, African, and Cherokee.

Hungarian has Eastern European, Asian and Persian.

One is as gray as they come. The Gray one.

The only thing I don’t have is Aboriginal in my DNA.

I look white with blue eyes.

My hair is curly.

This is what goes into the psychology of this one.

When I was born I was born deaf. It wasn’t until I was 2 and 1/2 that anyone noticed.

I responded when they aimed their emotion at me, even though I couldn’t hear.

This is the Empath.

As I remember the first memory I have is of a girl my age showing me a toy. I was 2.

The next memory was when I had the operation to put tubes in my ears so that I could hear. I saw this guy using a plastic glove he had blown up and drawn a happy face on it.

I remember thinking “What the fuck?”

I don’t ever remember a time I couldn’t read. My mom said I started reading at 3.

Now this one is highly intelligent as one could understand complex ideas and form a thought that understood what one was doing.

At 4 one’s dad caught one watching Public Broadcast TV. What one was watching was a class on advanced economics that one understood perfectly as one showed when one’s father asked what one was watching. One explained it using ones own words. Showing one understood what one was watching.

One’s father was a narcissist.

One couldn’t be smarter than him. That’s when it started. My IQ is 215 and when I saw that number I asked to take it again 195, I asked to take it again, 170.

After trying to make myself dumb, I realized I need to fuck up too much and that I couldn’t do.

The fact that my father was a narcissist meant he couldn’t accept the truth that anyone might be smarter than he was. My dad had a photographic memory, meaning he could remember everything.

My dad was a genius in his own right. My dad’s IQ was probably around 160-170.

My mom was intelligent as well.

My mom could sense earthquakes. If mom said an earthquake was coming and where it was going to hit, she never missed.

Empath.

My dad was a Telepath.

I don’t know where I got the Medium from.

My dad said once that he thought he was the only telepath. What that did to him was as brutal as brutal gets.

Think about it. You have this ability and no one knows because who would believe you in the 1950s and 60s when my dad grew up.

My dad was a tortured soul.

I was happy when he died and finally got the peace he desired. His life was as tortured as tortured gets. He lived with Parkinsons disease for more than 20 years. Watching as the disease took my father’s life.

I can’t imagine, nor do I want to know what that disease does to human mind. My dad used to be one of those that never failed anything he ever put effort into.

That PD hit him, that was judgement that he had taken in himself.

The higherself will fuck you up until you learn.

I’m truly happy to have learned this much and I look forward to learning more.

I channel what I write. It flows through me, not from me.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.