clairvoyanceetc

In the seventies when I first attended Spiritualist groups the first time someone supposedly went into trance it was so fake I never went back.

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.

(I do not consider it unethical giving her name:

she died in 1982

I was working in the ward she was in when she died)

I have always called her my mentor.

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 and 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 of course, the cat paid attention.

I have only agreed to try chance twice:

My guide opened by saying what sounded like “shalom”

I thought “That’s Jewish”

But may be the word had an Egyptian equivalent?

I felt something on my face: the best analogy is the air pressure around my face and head felt heavier:

I was not successful at direct channeling. There was no way I would fake it.

I felt the urge to smile and look around at the people in the room with my eyes shut.

I explained that I was aware of my guide’s presence but that he was speaking to me not through me.

My guide told me that he had known everyone in this room before.

He also showed each one in another life:

The man to my right was dressed in furs and sitting in a high back chair that looked like a throne.

I got an “Anglo” as in a descendent of the Vikings.

No one in the psychic development group was saying anything although I had asked them to ask questions.

My guide directed my attention to a young lady sitting opposite me.

Telling me me she had a question. But she wasn’t asking a question.

He told me the answer to her question.

I gave each person in the room the messages that I had been told and explained what I saw.

I actually had numerous visuals; many of buildings, which I presumed were in ancient Egypt.

As always with clairvoyance these visuals flashed in a fraction of a second.

The young lady that my guide had told me had a question. Described seeing my face change and seeing my guide.

The young lady also told me that when she saw him, she mentally asked a question which I had answered when I gave the messages.

The guide I have been aware of since I started with the spiritual groups has given me proof of who he is.

His name fits his heritage:

He was nubian Egyptian:

His “tribe” conquered Egypt but in what would be called “Egyptian pre history”.

I checked information in the library.

He took me on astral journeys with him in his life time.

In one we were in an Egyptian reed canoe. Which I later checked in the library because my idea of Egypt came from the movie “Cleopatra” and I was expecting lavish barges.

I brought myself out of this “astral journey?” because it was too violent for me. We were in a battle zone.

 One thing that really amazed me was:

back in the seventies pyramid power was a fad.

I asked my guide about pyramids. He told me

that pyramids refract electromagnetic waves as a prism refracts light.

I had no idea what electromagnetic waves were and in the nineteen seventies it was difficult to find information.

I think it was the late Wayne Dyer that said most writing is channelled.

Some of the information for my sci fi short story

particularly about the Ophiuchus constellation

may have been “channelled” because I got this information late last century:

pre internet and”Google”

And I saw the beings that I called Nirahns in a meditation:

(It was a Melchizedek translocation mediation — I think we were supposed to “translocate” on this planet 😛

but I “asked” to go to the Ophiuchus system.)

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