Excavating Sometimes Muddled Memories of Desiring to be Crystal Clear

 Remembering instances of being asked often as a young person until early adulthood if I am psychic, unearthed some forgotten memories.

It made me remember whatever it actually was in the past that was like telepathy. Because I am intuitive and genuine to my thoughts, and surrounded by impressionable and sensitive beings (other children and some others, who will play along with "if this was a movie" evoking images of learned archetypes) our intuitive and uninhibited verbal and nonverbal communication resembled something like telepathy. 

That is what it is.

We were just so true in our be expressions, vivid in or visions, and trusting in our perceptions.

This is what we could be.

There is something like magic in authenticity.

From before I started pretending to be clueless, and before I became more careful and reserved about what I indirectly expressed. 

Because for some reason, just as much as we fear what we do not understand, we fear what we do understand but cannot explain.

And somewhere along the way, my fear of being misunderstood became matched by this strange fear of being perfectly understood but rejected, not because they are really rejecting me, but they are rejecting themselves for understanding beyond their own expression.

I remember before hearing others fear people being able to see through them. I remember them telling me that's why people like me intimidate them a little and why they avoid me. Meanwhile, I honestly told them them their fear is my dream. For people to see right through me to who I am, like clear glass.