I guess I'm catching up on some posts I should have done last month tonight. The words are flowing, time to get them out. We had an interesting class a few weeks ago, teaching us how to "remote view". The process was viewing a picture that was printed on a piece of paper but out of our sight. We had partners to help us. They got to see the picture and tell us if we were going in the right direction.
I felt like I failed this lesson miserably for a couple of reasons. First and foremost because I was told with my first drawing to start over, I was completely off. Part of the problem I have is seeing the entire image in my head, not vague shapes. My brain completes too much when given a little info. My first impression was of a field and a forest. That's when I was to told to start over. Carrie helped, she sent me back to the astral plane to get the picture again.
In my mind's eye I took the paper, stuffed it into a black leather binder and then walked back to the class with it. Opened the binder and looked at the picture. I saw an Asian temple from below, looking up at one corner of the roof. All I knew was that it was definitely a temple and had a tile roof. I drew the picture as best I could but was fighting it constantly.
When I was done I had written tile roof, temple or shrine and gold & black and drawn a teardrop shape on the page. Along with the scalloping of the roof.
The image that was revealed to me was a middle eastern shrine, a gold and black tile roof in the shape of a teardrop, with scalloped wood working below the roof line. It was only the roof.
I had in fact gotten many key elements. The focus was the roof. It was tile, it was a temple, it was tear drop shaped. My brain got in the way of my interpretation, because the only temples or shrines that I know are Japanese - that is what I saw and I couldn't draw it.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Guardian Angels?
In my culture I was raised to believe in guardian angels. I was raised Catholic, but attended a Methodist church by choice as a teenager and haven't attended any church "religiously" since I was 19 years old. But, I'd heard of guardian angels. Those were the spirits of dead loved ones who watched over you to protect you.
Fast forward many years and I'm re-introduced to the concept of an entity (spirit, guide, whatever...) helping you, guiding you... Part of the psychic curriculum is to find and communicate with your guides.
I've been told I have three guides around me, two women and one man. I was told this in November last year, and when I went to the first event (the table tipping) I was intimidated by the psychics who were there. They told me about the woman they saw, she has long dark hair in a bun and wears Victorian style clothing with a high collar (ruffle or lacy). Now on this first meeting I had the distinct impression that my "grandpy" was there. He died when I was 10. I muttered sheepishly something to the effect that I thought my grandfather had come through. But no one acknowledged my comment or presence of him around me. I just thought I was being hokey, influenced by the John Edwards book I was reading.
Looking back, I know better now to trust my instincts more. I hadn't thought of my grandfather in years. For all the John Edwards episodes I've watched, for all the psychic stuff I look at, I still hadn't thought of my grandfather once, until I was on my way to the Mediumship Awareness group. On my way there, I thought of him and so, when we got into the meditation I thought I was influencing my impressions. What I didn't realize was that he was coming through in advance of the meditation because I was ready. - duh!
Five months later I'm in a class learning how to get in touch with my guide(s). The dark haired woman has been spotted a few times by other psychics, so I'm expecting to meet her when we meditate. I had a hard time seeing her in the meditation. It was like bad tv reception with old rabbit ear antennae (really dating myself now). This vision would pop in and out, it felt forced. But the one thing I did get from it was a date. 1/22. I knew, without a doubt that my guide tied to that date. My logical side was telling me that the dark haired woman with her hair up in a bun was my mother's mother. Maternal Grandmother. She died when my mom was 11 years old and I never met her. I don't ever remember seeing a photo of her.
I emailed my mom and asked her what her mom's birth date and death date were. I was confident I'd get my validation. My mom wrote back, birth date 05/15/1909, death date was 09/14/1952. Disappointing... but my mom is especially good with important dates... so I asked her who of my ancestors would have anything to do with the date 1/22. Her reply... "That was your grandfather's birthday."
I am more likely to trust my own instincts now-a-days, not because I'm any better at doing this than I was five months ago. But because I realize what I do know is right.
Guardian Angels? Guides? what do you want to call them?
Saved
Fast forward many years and I'm re-introduced to the concept of an entity (spirit, guide, whatever...) helping you, guiding you... Part of the psychic curriculum is to find and communicate with your guides.
I've been told I have three guides around me, two women and one man. I was told this in November last year, and when I went to the first event (the table tipping) I was intimidated by the psychics who were there. They told me about the woman they saw, she has long dark hair in a bun and wears Victorian style clothing with a high collar (ruffle or lacy). Now on this first meeting I had the distinct impression that my "grandpy" was there. He died when I was 10. I muttered sheepishly something to the effect that I thought my grandfather had come through. But no one acknowledged my comment or presence of him around me. I just thought I was being hokey, influenced by the John Edwards book I was reading.
Looking back, I know better now to trust my instincts more. I hadn't thought of my grandfather in years. For all the John Edwards episodes I've watched, for all the psychic stuff I look at, I still hadn't thought of my grandfather once, until I was on my way to the Mediumship Awareness group. On my way there, I thought of him and so, when we got into the meditation I thought I was influencing my impressions. What I didn't realize was that he was coming through in advance of the meditation because I was ready. - duh!
Five months later I'm in a class learning how to get in touch with my guide(s). The dark haired woman has been spotted a few times by other psychics, so I'm expecting to meet her when we meditate. I had a hard time seeing her in the meditation. It was like bad tv reception with old rabbit ear antennae (really dating myself now). This vision would pop in and out, it felt forced. But the one thing I did get from it was a date. 1/22. I knew, without a doubt that my guide tied to that date. My logical side was telling me that the dark haired woman with her hair up in a bun was my mother's mother. Maternal Grandmother. She died when my mom was 11 years old and I never met her. I don't ever remember seeing a photo of her.
I emailed my mom and asked her what her mom's birth date and death date were. I was confident I'd get my validation. My mom wrote back, birth date 05/15/1909, death date was 09/14/1952. Disappointing... but my mom is especially good with important dates... so I asked her who of my ancestors would have anything to do with the date 1/22. Her reply... "That was your grandfather's birthday."
I am more likely to trust my own instincts now-a-days, not because I'm any better at doing this than I was five months ago. But because I realize what I do know is right.
Guardian Angels? Guides? what do you want to call them?
Saved
Timing is everything
I looked up just as Alex was squeezing the Nair onto his hand, about to wash his face with it. Ok, people will say, "Why was it in his reach?" I know, ok. The next question is, "Why after a month, would you enter this in your psychic blog?" This blog is about revelations. When I have those ah ha moments and realize there's more here than meets the eye. Those times when it hits me so hard, I don't doubt at all. Well, this is one of those times.
We were kicking back, getting ready for bed-time (me and the kids). I had a vision (details coming) and then a thought. It'd been a couple of hours since the above incident and I realized, something made me look up at Alex right when I needed to. I was extremely fortunate (dare I say "lucky") that I looked up when I did. Well, I don't believe in that, so - what did make me look up when I did? Alex and Andy were playing in the bath, like they usually do, I don't keep a hawk-eye on them, I'm usually folding clothes or showering or multi-tasking. My type-a personality doesn't allow for sitting and watching kids playing in the tub... They're always in ear-shot, not always in my sight... but tonight they were, and tonight, for some reason when Alex grabbed the Nair it really caught my attention, just in time. I can't think what would have happened if it met his eyes, but his hand was on a bee line for his face. Who saved Alex? It wasn't me, I was only the physical manifestation of this action. This wasn't what I was thinking at the time. My thoughts were more along the lines of holey cow! I better get some ice for his hands etc... And then of course "how could I be so stupid to leave that out?"
After the excitement Andy, Alex and I were watching a DVD and I had my Tarot cards out. I've been meaning to take them out for days, but today they actually fell off the shelf when I was putting something else away. (hello ??? are you listening to your guides???) So I brought them to my room, where we were watching the DVD, thinking I'd play with them after the kids go to bed. Andy asked if he could play with them, so I explained they were special and he couldn't damage them, but he could play with them under my supervision.
Andy's never seen me do a Tarot reading, he doesn't know how the cards work (at least not from being taught by us). He pulls one card from the deck (10 of wands) hands it to me and asks me what it means and points to my Tarot book. How does a five year old know the card he pulled has a meaning? So I look it up for him and then he says to me, "Now you pull one." I swear I've never done this kind of thing around him! I'm fairly impressed with this intuitive behavior. He then proceeds to go through every card in the deck, asking me occasionally to pull a card. I only read one or two definitions from the book because the descriptions are really meaningless (generic interpretations). As he's going through the deck he's looking at all the cards, loves the major arcana. He stops on the five of cups and shows me the card and says "He looks really sad." Andy doesn't need the book to read the cards :-) I happily explain some of the other more interesting cards he's turning over, like "The Hanged Man" and "The Tower". He's really interested and refused to go to bed until he had turned over and looked at every card.
While he was playing with the cards, I glanced up quickly to look over at him and just above the cards on the bed I had a glimpse of a face. This was not a face on the cards. It was a woman's face. I will refrain from describing her because I think I've been influenced by other psychics who have seen a woman guide around me. I will wait to see if I see her again before I comment. I was temporarily shocked, did a double take and of course it was gone.
Just to be clear, it wasn't some kind of background image, or reflection. The cards were on the blue bedsheet, one foot from my face. There was nothing there. That was when it hit me that I didn't catch Alex in the nick of time, I was instructed to look over and it's a good thing my subconscious was listening.
We were kicking back, getting ready for bed-time (me and the kids). I had a vision (details coming) and then a thought. It'd been a couple of hours since the above incident and I realized, something made me look up at Alex right when I needed to. I was extremely fortunate (dare I say "lucky") that I looked up when I did. Well, I don't believe in that, so - what did make me look up when I did? Alex and Andy were playing in the bath, like they usually do, I don't keep a hawk-eye on them, I'm usually folding clothes or showering or multi-tasking. My type-a personality doesn't allow for sitting and watching kids playing in the tub... They're always in ear-shot, not always in my sight... but tonight they were, and tonight, for some reason when Alex grabbed the Nair it really caught my attention, just in time. I can't think what would have happened if it met his eyes, but his hand was on a bee line for his face. Who saved Alex? It wasn't me, I was only the physical manifestation of this action. This wasn't what I was thinking at the time. My thoughts were more along the lines of holey cow! I better get some ice for his hands etc... And then of course "how could I be so stupid to leave that out?"
After the excitement Andy, Alex and I were watching a DVD and I had my Tarot cards out. I've been meaning to take them out for days, but today they actually fell off the shelf when I was putting something else away. (hello ??? are you listening to your guides???) So I brought them to my room, where we were watching the DVD, thinking I'd play with them after the kids go to bed. Andy asked if he could play with them, so I explained they were special and he couldn't damage them, but he could play with them under my supervision.
Andy's never seen me do a Tarot reading, he doesn't know how the cards work (at least not from being taught by us). He pulls one card from the deck (10 of wands) hands it to me and asks me what it means and points to my Tarot book. How does a five year old know the card he pulled has a meaning? So I look it up for him and then he says to me, "Now you pull one." I swear I've never done this kind of thing around him! I'm fairly impressed with this intuitive behavior. He then proceeds to go through every card in the deck, asking me occasionally to pull a card. I only read one or two definitions from the book because the descriptions are really meaningless (generic interpretations). As he's going through the deck he's looking at all the cards, loves the major arcana. He stops on the five of cups and shows me the card and says "He looks really sad." Andy doesn't need the book to read the cards :-) I happily explain some of the other more interesting cards he's turning over, like "The Hanged Man" and "The Tower". He's really interested and refused to go to bed until he had turned over and looked at every card.
While he was playing with the cards, I glanced up quickly to look over at him and just above the cards on the bed I had a glimpse of a face. This was not a face on the cards. It was a woman's face. I will refrain from describing her because I think I've been influenced by other psychics who have seen a woman guide around me. I will wait to see if I see her again before I comment. I was temporarily shocked, did a double take and of course it was gone.
Just to be clear, it wasn't some kind of background image, or reflection. The cards were on the blue bedsheet, one foot from my face. There was nothing there. That was when it hit me that I didn't catch Alex in the nick of time, I was instructed to look over and it's a good thing my subconscious was listening.
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