It’s always something I find a bit difficult to talk about, spiritual matters. The common terminology for much of what’s involved is all a bit, well, wishy-washy sounding. I feel like a bit of a wally talking about spirits and grounding, meditation and communication. Clairvoyance. Clairsentience. Clairaudience. It all makes me feel as if I should be wearing a long flared skirt and lots bangles and hoop earrings. Not really me at all. And of course there was the fear, when it all started, that I was simply schizophrenic since it began, as my title today suggests, with hearing voices.
It was all a bit worrying, I have to admit. Every night, just as I was dropping off to sleep, I would hear a voice calling my name. Not just once, but several times. As things progressed, I heard other voices, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. It was like overhearing a conversation in another room, just the murmur of the voices but no actual words. One day I overheard some actual words and I didn’t like what they said, especially since one of the things they said came true just 2 weeks later. I had looked up this business of hearing my name called on the cusp of sleep and apparently it’s quite common and nothing to worry about. But a prediction that my daughter would break her arm….that was something else entirely, and I wasn’t happy with it.
So I started looking in the direction of, well, spirit voices, and the possibility that I was a medium, as I really didn’t think I was actually going barmy. I learned that the voices I had heard were “from the lower realms” and that in order to get past them I needed to “raise my vibration”, meditate, ground and protect myself with an imaginary ball of white light. Astonishingly, despite my incredulity, this actually worked, at least once I had found out how to meditate. You see, a lot of meditations start with “clear you mind” and it is actually impossible to do this.
It is hard to describe what you need to do though. When you get to that very relaxed, floaty state, the thoughts will still come into your mind. Something that’s happened, things you need to do, tomorrow’s shopping list, all sorts of thoughts. The trick is to ignore them. Don’t latch on to the thought and actually think about it, just let it drift by. What it’s most like is when you sit and let your eyes unfocus, so you can see everything but it’s all hazy and you can’t make out real details. You have to sort of do that with your mind. Not clear it, just unfocus it.
Once you’ve got the hang of that, other thoughts can come into your head, ones that you are not exactly thinking. Those voices can be heard a bit more clearly. But, and this is important, you have to not think about those either. As soon as you go,” Wow, I am actually communicating on another level,” you come out of the relaxed state and lose the lot! Which is frustrating. It does take quite a lot of practise to get into the right place. It’s like tuning in to the right wavelength. And you need to meditate at first to get there. But once you have the hang of it, you can tune in much more easily and pick things up where ever you are.
So I have done quite a few readings for people now, mostly online. That’s the shocker. Giving people accurate information when they could be on the other side of the world and you don’t actually know their name or anything about them, even if they are a man or a woman. That is where you start to get some personal proof that what you are doing is real. Because don’t get me wrong, I am deeply sceptical. I am a very logical, analytical person, and all this spiritual stuff does not answer to logic or analysis. That’s why I have a problem with the vague and wishywashy language associated with it.
But one evening I sat in on an online “circle”, a sort of development class, and I described the view out of the bedroom window of one of the other class members. Not only that, but I didn’t ask who had that view, I knew who it was I wanted to talk to about this. The woman was in America. I don’t know her name, and I can’t even remember her nickname to be honest. On another occasion I apparently passed a message on from a member’s dead sister, which included details of how she had died, how old she was, and a specific vase that the girl had loved. I say apparently, because it is just possible that all this could be explained by telepathy. Still an amazing thing, scientifically unproven, etc, but not quite the same thing as proof of life after death.
There is also the other possibility that it is “evil spirits”. That they pass on the information and thus suck in both the reader and the sitter. Quite how proving life after death serves these demons and nasty beings I don’t know. Having been brought up a Catholic, though, belief in demons and evil spirits is part of me, and I am always careful when practising my psychic skills. Protection is very important. As all of this stuff is in the mind, then imaginary barriers work just fine. When you have properly grounded and protected and opened up or closed down to spirit, you can really feel a difference. It doesn’t sound as if it makes a lot of sense and I can fully understand why sceptics are so very sceptical of it all. As I said, I am my own biggest sceptic. I am not comfortable with telling people that I am in contact with their dead granny, for example, because I don’t have absolute proof of my own that that is the case.
I do have some strong evidence that it isn’t just telepathy, or imagination. But no proof.
What has brought on this sudden exploration of spiritual matters? Well, I have been having some strong flashes of intuition lately, my own little inner voice that guides me. It has told me, on a number of occasions, not to bother going to this or that cash point, as it will be broken. Ignoring my little voice, I have gone to them and found that they are indeed broken. A warning that there will be traffic problems, also a feeling that I should not pull out at a junction. As I stopped, a car sped round a corner out of no-where and would certainly have hit my car if I had pulled out. If you take notice of your intuition, you don’t always get proof that it was right, but if you ignore you often find that you should have listened. I tend to have my intuition on maximum when I am driving. I think this is a habit I got into somehow, don’t ask me how, I certainly never thought to do it. But the entrance to our road is a blind corner under a bridge, and I often bowl around it as if I could see clearly. But I also often approach it cautiously, with my foot on the brake, and turn the corner to find a car or pedestrian coming towards me, which I would quite likely have hit at my normal pace. What is it that tells me they are there? There is no way I can know.
All interesting stuff, although maybe more so for me than for you.
TTFN
