I was watching television and saw a trailer for a show about September 11, 2001. It reminded me of an experience I had that I think may have been psychometric.
Wikipedia’s definition of psychometry:
Psychometry, also known as token-object reading, or psychoscopy, is a form of extra-sensory perception characterized by the claimed ability to make relevant associations from an object of unknown history by making physical contact with that object. Supporters assert that an object may have an energy field that transfers knowledge regarding that object’s history.Somehow I’ve always known I have claircognizance (the ability to know something without a physical explanation why you know it – Wikipedia) but I think I’ve had two psychometric experiences.
My husband and I were visiting a 9/11 memorial here in San Diego. Some of objects were brought from Ground Zero as part of the memorial. These included the boots of some firemen who were involved in the rescue of people trapped in the wreckage of the Twin Towers.
We were standing looking at the objects, some of them pictures, some of them physical objects such as the boots. A piece of metal. A child’s shoe. Some papers. A fireman’s hat.
Something compelled me to walk toward the boots. They were black and yellow. Covered in gray dust. I wanted to touch them. I know I probably shouldn’t have but I just had to. I gently laid two fingertips on the toes of one of the boots.
Suddenly I felt an overwhelming wave of energy moving through me. I felt so many emotions and words at once: fear, panic, hurry, run, breathe, find, search, heat, fire, move, faster. I gasped and stepped back from the boots. I began to cry. At that moment I realized I felt things the fireman was feeling when he was wearing those boots. I looked at Hubby. He could tell something happened. I knew he wouldn’t be able to understand completely but he tried. He hugged me while I wept.
The second time this happened to me Hubby and I were at the Marine Corps Air Station Miramar Air Show. We were inside one of the hangars where the vendors were set up. There were groups from all sorts of different military organizations as well as people selling everything from vinyl replacement windows to t-shirts.
One of the booths was an organization called JPAC. JPAC’s web site says the core of (their) day-to-day operations involves investigating leads, recovering, and identifying Americans who were killed in action but were never brought home. They had several items lying on a table that were discovered in areas where Americans served in war. These included water canteens, helmets, a piece of a vest, pieces of aircraft and a tin cup.
We were talking to the volunteers who were working at the booth. I asked one if I could touch the objects on the table. He said yes. I felt most compelled to touch the piece of the vest laying there. He said it was found in Vietnam. I picked it up and held it between my hands.
I felt a rush of emotions and images in my head. Mostly I felt sad. I could feel the fabric between my fingers but I could also feel what felt like rain droplets. Suddenly the fabric felt wet. The volunteer looked at me with curiosity. Did he know I was experiencing something? He never said anything. Maybe he just thought I was crazy. I placed the vest gently back on the table. I touched some of the other objects there but nothing else made an impression on me the way the vest did.
As we walked away from the JPAC booth I thought about the man who wore the vest. I guess in a way I said a prayer for him, hoping he was in a safe place.
I haven’t had anything like this happen since. I would not be opposed to having another one. I just wish I knew why these two particular objects made such an impression on me. I’ve touched many other artifacts and museum pieces but these were definitely unique experiences.
Have you had an experience like this? I would love to hear about it. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.