My Useless Psychic Abilities

My superpower that has literally never come in handy.

Jul 23, 2025

A thought flashed through my mind one day. I was getting out of the shower, and I suddenly pictured an old friend. It wasn’t a hallucination. In fact, I hadn’t thought of this man in years. I used to work with him in an outpatient mental health clinic in the early 90s.

But there it was, a quick thought of him that sailed through my mind just as quickly as everything else. It snuggled itself between the “what-am-I-going-to-wear-today thoughts and the “should-I-take-something-out-of-the-freezer-for supper considerations.

Dr. Wayne Edwards. I made a “that was weird” face as I towelled off. I slipped into my clothes, jeans first, a slick of deodorant under my arms, and then pulled a sweater over my head.

I was his administrative assistant back in the day. He was kind, thoughtful, and I could make him double-over in a huge belly laugh.

One particularly stressful day in the office, Dr. Edwards strode purposefully into the *secretarial pool. And I was busy. Like, stressed-to-the-max busy. I could see him walking towards me from my peripheral vision, and before he reached my desk, I thrust my hand out as if to push him away. NO, I said. And kept working.

He could have filed a complaint against me. He could have reprimanded me for being insubordinate. Instead? He held onto another secretary’s desk and doubled-over in laughter.

I’ll Never Forget That

I did end up doing whatever small task he wanted at the time. Who knows what it was. It was a long time ago. But that laugh, the glimmer in his eyes, the joy he expressed, was something I kept with me after all these years.

The truth is I never thought much about him as the years rolled by

You know what they say, life goes on. Dr. Edwards eventually moved his family west to Alberta, Canada. I eventually found another job and moved on. I got married. Divorced. Married again, and had a child. And then got a divorce again.

A lot has happened between that day of laughter in the outpatient mental clinic between me and Dr. Edwards.

So what made me think of him that day?

Why, I wondered, on this random day, did Dr. Wayne Edwards pop into my mind? I was just getting out of the shower, minding my own business, thinking of the drudgery that fills a day.

We were also in the middle of a Covid lockdown. It was the early days of the pandemic when a vaccine (any vaccine) wasn’t available yet. So, in addition to thinking of the things I wanted to do, I also had Covid on my mind.

That’s why I walked into the living room next and turned on the television.

News anchor: “Sadly, Dr. Wayne Edwards has lost his life due to complications of Covid.”

I was floored. I couldn’t believe it. Was that why he had popped into my head so randomly, without any context to back up the remembrance of him?

It was sad and shocking. I felt (and feel) for the family and friends he left behind. But I still do not understand why the information came to me. Why me? Why did Dr. Wayne Edwards pop into my head just before I found out he had passed?

What’s the point of psychic abilities if they don’t help anyone?

This is what I don’t understand. Things like the Dr. Edwards memory flash and then discovering he had passed are nothing new to me. But it is baffling.

One night I woke up from a bad dream. It was about someone screaming at another. Clothes were being ripped from a closet. It was a heated exchange that involved my niece. I won’t say her name here for the sake of her privacy.

I could see her in my dream. I could hear the chaos. I even heard a few words that later would turn out to be the exact words she shouted at her ex-boyfriend after she found out he had been cheating on her.

It’s not a coincidence, but what’s the point?

My niece called me the next morning to tell me how awful her evening had been. She described some of the things I had seen in my dream. She told me some of the things she said to him, and all were word for word from my dream.

Buy why? Having this knowledge doesn’t help anyone.

I suspect my spirit guides don’t trust me

I suppose having serious premonitions would put too much stress on me. Clearly, the spirit guides know I’m not up to the job. Maybe this is some kind of “training” that I’ll be able to work more fully in my next life.

Here are a few other useless premonitions I’ve had:

Yesterday, I was listening to music while cleaning up the kitchen, and I suddenly thought that my doctor would call.

Less than a minute later, my doctor called.

Another time (again in the shower), I suddenly thought of Michael’s craft store. I was washing up as you do in the shower, when that thought popped in my mind. A few minutes later, I received a text from a friend who was coming up for a visit to shop at Michael’s.

Weird right?

Maybe I’m not as special as I think I am!

Do you have useless premonitions or abilities that you just can’t figure out? I’m eager to hear what you have to say!

Let me know what you think!