Life as a psychic child. My childhood was a happy one and I can honestly say that I sailed through it completely oblivious of my psychic abilities. Looking back I now realize that I had so many strange and unusual experiences as I was growing up that I just took as being normal and subsequently never mentioned them to anyone. We moved from England to Brazil when I was seven and that was when I started having prophetic dreams, visions and my clairsentience escalated. The move also marked the arrival of my ‘invisible’ friend I called the ‘Magic Man’. The only person I told about the ‘Magic Man’ was my younger sister who was four year’s old at the time. I remember telling her that he had special powers and that he could take us to England to visit our grandmother for a few hours whenever we wanted to. I also explained that we would not travel by plane and that we would get there and back in a matter of hours. My sister mentioned this to my mother who thank goodness went along with it!
Due to the lack of English-speaking schools in the mountain town of Petrópolis my older brother and I were sent to a British boarding school in a neighboring town about an hour and a half away. The school looked like a resort however it did not feel like one to me. My brother who was fourteen at the time loved it and immediately fitted right in. That said I soon made friends and focused on my studies.
There were parts of the school that filled me with foreboding and I tried to avoid them wherever possible. I told myself I was being silly but I went out of my way to avoid them nonetheless. There were also several members of staff who made me feel very uncomfortable no matter how nice they were to me. I did not trust them. Then the recurring nightmares began or should I say visions because I remember being wide awake sitting on my bunk bed when I had them while my roommates slept. While the visions frightened me they were quickly forgotten by the time I got up the next day.
Years later I found out that the school was closed down due to the inappropriate conduct of several staff members particularly that of the Headmaster. It was only then that I understood the cause of my nightmares and why my sense of foreboding was so intense.
I left the school several years before it was closed down and then returned to my home town of Petrópolis where I attended a local school which I loved. The nightmares ceased completely and were replaced by prophetic dreams and visions. Life was back to normal for me.
I cannot remember exactly when my ‘invisible’ friend the ‘Magic Man’ stopped being a part of my childhood. I was completely unaware until recently that I had more than one invisible friend! The ‘Magic Man’ unbeknownst to me at the time, was about my connection to Angels. Later I realised that I hade made him up as a child!
The photograph featured was taken an the boarding school I mentioned. From right to left are my sister Linda Pickthall, Cynthia Silk (yikes about the hair), my brother Alan Pickthall and my mother Beryl Pickthall.
Photography by my father Geoffrey Pickthall.
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