The Beginning of my Quest

 

I explained the clairvoyant experience that convinced me clairvoyance is genuine in: “ Surviving Death”: the following stories pre date this:

My first experience was seeing someone’s aura at the Gawler institute:                              I also attended a psychic group run by the lady who ran the meetings at the Gawler Institute.          

aura

                                                                                                                                                                       At one of these group sessions she supposedly went into trance. (Now called channelling) It was so Fake!
I was very sceptical in those days and viewing a phony trance didn’t help give me confidence in this philosophy. But instead of just giving up I was able to get into a Spiritualist psychic development group run by a lady by the name of Stella Darwood.

Stella paid a lot of attention to me. Trying to help develop my clairvoyance.  The other older ladies in the group were not impressed. Just as now a days when this now so called “New Age” philosophy is the flavour of the century. Most people were coming from ego and  “one up man ship”.

At one session Stella said to me “What are you seeing?” And I said “Nothing”. Stella told me exactly what I was seeing!

It was a man wearing 19th century clothing and a flat cap with a peek; pulling a wooden wheel barrow. This amazed me because still being extremely sceptical I thought that what I was seeing, I was imagining.

Plus the image just flashed onto my mind & was gone.

This quick flash tied in with a theory put forth in a book that I had read before pursuing the Spiritualist path. That many realities exist in the same space but because the electrons are revolving at different speeds (per each reality) around the protons & neutrons the other realities are out of phase.

I have thought since the late eighties that we are in a “virtual reality”. Well, I consider this the best analogy for something I know I cannot understand.

If we don’t have a concept for something it doesn’t exist for us. I therefore just have to accept that there are many things beyond my understanding.

The first time Stella went into trance I saw her face change to a Mongolian looking man. I said nothing but the man next to me described exactly what I saw after the trance was over.

Stella had a Siamese cat who sat with the psychic development group. I noticed in future sessions that if someone was in genuine trance the cat would sit upright & pay attention. If it was fake the cat would not be interested.

There was one lady in Stella’s classes that went into genuine “trance”. Her face changed to an American Indian Sharman. I could see “him” holding what looked like a rattle. And ofcourse the cat paid attention.

Despite my experiences thus far and even though I saw guides with everyone in the room I was still sceptical and thought that I had an over active imagination.

In another group run by a lady named Blanche, I ‘saw’ a man (deceased) wearing wire rim circular glasses standing between Blanche and a lady named Cath.    When I described this man Blanche said he was her father.

This man showed me what I thought was a china ornament of “Cinderella”. My view of this ornament was changed so that I could see “wheels” underneath and a key in “her” back.     Blanche was crying she said that it was the last thing her father had bought for her that he used to call her (Blanche) the dancing lady. Blanche told me that it wasn’t a china ornament. That it was plastic.

I found this picture but there was no prince: just a lady that I thought was Cinderella.

windup toys

I used to run psychic development groups and can empathize when someone genuinely  “sees” something! It is so exciting! I have stopped running them. Whereas once people would ask me to run another and just want to keep the class going my last couple of attempts to start a group have failed.

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