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Part one
Just as an introduction to this series, I feel a need to explain a
couple things about myself. I am a regular guy, nuttin special and I
don't claim to have any special powers or abilities. In this series I in
no way wish to change or instill any religious beliefs. This is merely
an
abbreviated story of my initiation into the realm of
metaphysical/spirituality. Out there in this huge world there are
millions just like me who feel or have felt a need, a yearning or
craving they couldn't explain or quench sometime in their life. This is
how I found the
answers I needed to achieve the enlightenment and self awareness we all
search for at one time or another. I hope that if you feel the same as I
did on my journey, that my story may be of some comfort and assurance
that you can make it in your own way and time. If you have any questions
or comments or just want to talk, contact me via email at
mailto:Bodene@bigfoot.com
By the time I had been married for about 4 years, I thought I should
have been happy and content with my life. I had a beautiful wife, and
our twins were 6 months old. Healthy, happy and thriving. I had a good
job and on the outside things were grand. The only thing
was I had this gnawing thing going on inside me. It felt as if I was
hungry for some type of food but couldn't decide what I wanted. This
craving went on for months. It haunted me daily and made my life hell. I
began being short with my wife, I pondered suicide, I became a
racist....just suffice it to say that I wasn't much of a nice guy as a
result of this craving. Eventually I broke down and discussed this
problem with my wife, like I should have when it first began. She
listened to me and held me close in an attempt to ease the pain I had
suffered for so long. She was angry too, since I had excluded her from
this part of my life. I really couldn't blame her.
After stewing on it for a couple days, she announced that in her
opinion....I needed God in my life. This floored me. I had never been
what you'd call a religious person. I had never read the bible for any
length of time, I'd never been a member of a church since my family
was kinda ho-hum about religion. I had never even sung an entire song in
church for I didn't know the words to a single song. After pondering
this suggestion for a day or three I decided to give it a try. I went
down to the local Christian book store and bought me a
bible. I was careful about the bible I bought too. I didn't want the
King James version for I had heard years earlier that it had been edited
by King James and might exclude some portion I need. I wound up
purchasing an International version of the Holy Bible. Supposedly, it
contained the original stuff taken from the actual goat skins and stone
tablets throughout the ages. It had been gleaned through and translated
by umpteen experts in multiple disciplines and beliefs until they came
to conclusions they all agreed to. I was satisfied that this was the
Book for me. $6.95 ....plus tax of course.
I sat down and decided to read the Bible from cover to cover. A daunting
task I know, but hey..I was up to it. Genesis is a good story. I really
enjoyed most of it. All the begets and begats got on my nerves but I was
dedicated. In one night, in one sitting I read all of
Genesis. When I was finished, I was mighty proud of myself. I retired
the book for the night and sat back with my eyes closed. I was waiting
for the enlightened feeling to hit. And I waited....and waited. But dang
it, it never came. As I contemplated the stories of Genesis over and
over in my head, I started to question them. All the sudden it hit me.
Now..wait a dog-gone minute. Who the heck were the people in the land of
Nod? Where were the dinosaurs while Adam and Eve were picking taters and
maters? Grrrrr...this bothered me. I went out and bought the great book,
read it without taking a break, and honestly tried to comprehend and
soak in every story and point it tried to make. But here I was..left
with more questions than answers. It just didn't make sense to me. It
didn't ring true. I sounded more like a mystery story than a book
written by our Heavenly Father. I put it down and never picked it back
up. This wasn't where my answers were. I had to look elsewhere.
In the next phase of my journey, I moved my family across the country to
the home of my wife's family. There I obtained employment quickly and
continued my search. One day while scanning the newspaper for unknown
reasons I came across an ad for a small
psychic fair at a local spiritualist bookstore. Something about that ad
made me feel funny. As if it may be the puzzle piece I had been hunting
down for months. I went for it with both feet and showed up that day on
a mission. I remember feeling at home in that building. It was half
bookstore and half spiritual church. I was so close so I paid $10 for a
reading from the resident clairvoyant. The main thing I recall about the
reading was when she told me right off the bat................." It
should be you reading me rather than me reading you." I thought this was
a ploy for cash, so I played along to see where it'd lead. But she never
asked for cash. She didn't want anything from me, but made a repeated
effort to convince me that I was being drawn onto a spiritual path. She
told me that I was destined to be a gifted psychic, more gifted than
anyone she knew. If I had told her at any time during this reading that
I was feeling some unexplainable yearning I would have quickly dismissed
her claims as hogwash and walked out, but I never told her a thing about
my problem until 30 minutes after the reading concluded. She even took
the time to walk me around and introduced me to all the other readers
and elders of the church. They too urged me to join them. This was so
odd. Never in my life had I been approached in such a manner. And out of
the approx 10 other visitors there for readings, I was the only one they
were treating this way. Much of what I was told that day made no sense
to me. I was told about charma and paths, and clairvoyance..and how they
were certain that I was drawn there for a reason.
So there ya have it. I was snagged. I was clearly booted onto the path
of no return. As I drove home that night, I pondered what was happening
to me. I was scared, shocked, proud, and I felt special. Since I had
been cordially invited to begin attending their weekly
channeling sessions, I accepted and reserved my seat on the coming
roller coaster.
Regards, Bodene
Part two
Page one was a short description of how I was drawn into the world of
spiritualism/metaphysical. Here is the next step. I write this not to
glorify myself or make me sound special, instead I write this so that
others who have been there will know that they aren't alone. Also, if
you are feeling yourself drawn into this realm this might help you
anticipate what you'll encounter as you get your feet wet the same way I
did. Phenomena is intriguing to most of us. Unusual and neato at first,
but can eventually cause a lot of trouble in your life if not handled
properly. Phenomena is a property of very low vibrations. If you look
for God within yourself or wish to become one with the cleansing white
light of Christ, then spend very little time in the phenomena. It can
hold you back. I eventually learned all this and plan to show you the
mistakes and triumphs I made on my journey to truth. This is for
informational purposes only. I in no way wish to change or alter
anyone's spiritual or religious beliefs.
After months of putting up with a yearning or craving that I couldn't
control I wound up finding myself drawn into the spooky world of
metaphysical/spiritualism. I began attending weekly seances in the
basement of an acquaintance that channeled some alter-ego person named
Rose. The room we sat in for up to 2 hours at a time was pitch dark. All
windows, doorframes, or pipes coming into the basement were carefully
sealed to prevent even the hint of light from entering. A regular group
of us would sit around this huge table, conversing with this spirit.
Now, to be perfectly honest I felt a lot of this was hooey. I didn't
understand why it had to be done in darkness, and everyone looked at me
like I was retarded when I inquired. Therefore I just accepted it and
kept my trap shut about
it. Since I was very skeptical about anything spiritual at this time, I
spent most of my time in total darkness forcing my eyes to adjust to the
lack of light. I had worked outside at night for many years so I had
especially keen night vision. After sitting in the dark room for about
30 minutes or so I could see everyone and everything in the room
clearly. I felt this was important in the event that anything amazing or
miraculous occurred. I had kept hearing little snippets from my 7 seance
mates about things that can or might happen while in the dark room, so I
wanted to be the first one able to accurately debunk the mystery. I
admit that I didn't pay as much attn to the
subject matter as I should have. It was the atmosphere or the phenomena
that I wanted to see.....the PROOF that any newbie needs before they can
be convinced this is real.
It was during my third visit that spirit decided to show it's ugly self
in a startling manner. Up until this time, the spirit being channeled
more or less ignored me other than asking an occasional simple question.
At around the 1 hour mark into the session I felt 2 hands rest
themselves on my shoulders. Being seated, I really couldn't spin around
and look at who was there without drawing attn to myself. Instead I sat
there.....trembling...wondering what was going to happen next.
Eventually though I HAD to turn around and look. Slowly I turned my head
both ways, but nobody or nothing could be seen behind me or on my
shoulders. I just sat there awaiting the worst. After the hands had
rested there for about 3 or 4 minutes the spirit being channeled stopped
and announced that I had something I wished to share with the group. I
said..." Well, other than the fact that someone is standing behind me
with their hands on my shoulders everything's cool. " This brought
chuckles from my fellow students. It was like I was left out of the
joke...or had to be there. The spirit being channeled then informed me
that this was some manifestation of her testing me to see if I was ready
for the next step. Apparently she had done all of this to the others
also. They had been waiting for it to happen to me. I didn't disappoint
them. The hands were never lifted....instead they slowly drifted down
into my shoulders and dissolved around my shoulder blades. This felt odd
as hell, and got me to thinking. It was then that I decided that I'd
never again return to the meetings.
At the next meeting(lol), I started asking questions. I was curious and
I wanted answers. Why the darkness, why were my hands vibrating, why am
I here, and WTF is the deal with the hands in my shoulders. I was pushy,
but hey.....I needed to know this shit. She replied that I was seeking
proof, so proof I was given. Proof that there is life after death. Proof
that it was possible to have the hell scared out of me without me dying
in the process. As I inquired further, I was told that the tingling in
my hands was a by-product of being in close contact with several like
minded people. Also it was supposedly a way to tell how gifted I might
actually be depending on
the intensity of the vibration I was feeling. I had been drawn there for
a reason, but it wasn't her place to spell it out for me. She warned me
that I was opening. I had no idea what this meant. This was still a
bunch of hooey to me.
Part three
By the time I started having touchy feely encounters with spirits, I
felt a need to justify what I was doing. To me, my wife, and a little
bit to God. I have never been what you'd call a religious person. My
family didn't really go to church, instead it was just an unspoken thing
that we were kinda Christian/Baptist people but WE really didn't need to
attend to get the benefit of it. So my opinion of God and Christ were
never really sculpted clearly in my mind. All I really knew was what I'd
seen on the TV shows that surface annually around Christmas. I had never
really seen proof that they exist, but I believed enough that I often
caught myself saying a small prayer now and then just in case they
really did exist and listen to prayers. Now, as I learned more about
energy and spiritual progression, God and Jesus began taking a new form
in my mind. They were becoming less individual beings, and more a way of
describing perfection in logic and love. This was strange for me since I
started to fear them less, and admire them more, if that makes sense.
They represented new things to me and I liked that. I knew I was being
drawn by the phenomena, so I had to find a hook that let me play in the
phenomena while pleasing God and charma. I'll explain this more later.
The more I got into this stuff, the more I started to form more concrete
opinions about a lot of things I had just taken for granted all my life.
Like ghosts for instance. I'd never really believed in ghosts, but now I
would find myself bothered with spirits who wanted to play games. They
made me uncomfortable more than any other thing I encountered.( I call a
spirit who likes to show himself a ghost) They refused to confront me
face to face, choosing instead to stay in the area of peripheral vision.
When I turned my head to see them clearly they'd vanish before I could
make it to them. I am firmly convinced that there is a lowly class of
spiritual beings that feel their entire reason for being is to harass
people who are playing with phenomena. They flock to those weak minded
fools who jack around with the
astral doorways like it's a game of Uno. These would be the trailer
trash of the astral realm that bother people and try to goof off and
deceive people playing with OUIJA boards and the like. They view us as
play things and enjoy pulling our nosehairs as we sleep and things like
that. Once I learned just how powerful a human can be, these lower
beings ceased to bother or concern me. The greatest tool for fighting a
spirit is another spirit.
Until I learned about the spiritual, I never knew about guides. I had
always wondered about guardian angels, but figgered they only came into
play when we fell off cliffs and they appeared to help us float to the
bottom of the chasm without a scratch then disappear with a sly grin. As
I opened up I came to the conclusion that I had been followed for years.
I never felt alone, I always felt watched. Finally, in a dream a guide
came to me and showed me that he was with me. In addition to him were 2
or 3 others that came and went as they felt drawn to me for specific
reasons. This was a huge relief, since I was becoming more and more
aware of the presence and was
considering psychiatric assistance to rid myself of these feelings. Even
then, I wondered...are these the voices that psychotic people hear
before they go bizerk and kill innocent people? Could these " guides "
be dangerous? Is it even remotely possible that I am imagining this? Is
it possible that guides are just figments of our higher self
communicating with us under the guise of being another entity, since if
our own higher self spoke to us we might tend to ignore it as loud
thinking. I feel that the guides are independent entities. Not only
because it makes sense, but because I tested em. In some book I read on
communicating with spirits it said guides come in handy when needing a
parking spot in a busy parking lot. If, when you get about 10 minutes
from arriving at the mall or wherever you always have trouble finding a
spot to park, you ask your guides to find and reserve you a spot up
front, they will do it. It has never failed. I can't
ever find a parking spot on my own, so it MUST be another entity doing
this for me. Even if it is my higher self, I CHOOSE to view the guides
as separate beings. The main reason being that if I am right, I never
offended my ethereal friends. If I am wrong, nobody will ever know.
Over time I learned just how handy guides can be. I am lucky that my
main guide is a bad ass Indian dude. No idea what his name is. I always
get confused in the translation any time he's tried to convey it to me.
One time I was being bugged by this idiot dead guy. He kept me up for 2
nights straight whining about some car his brother wasn't properly
maintaining. He wanted me to tell his brother what to do and what not to
do concerning the car. I could easily do this since I worked with the
brother, but I flat out refuse to let a spirit make me do anything. I
asked my guides to run him off. I really didn't expect it to work, but
all the sudden there was silence in my mind. He was gone. I no longer
felt the bothersome entity in my area. I was so relieved. In my prayers,
I always try to remember my guides and the help they provide without us
even realizing it. Sometimes I wish I could watch the slapping around
that goes on when they run a spirit off. Any time I sense a negative
energy, or a spirit, or just an uneasy feeling nearby, I ask my guides
to remove it from around me and my home and family. It always works. I
don't recall a time that it didn't. In page 4 I'll tell about the first
experiments in giving psychic readings.
Regards, Bodene
Part four
In my experience most people don't know flip about what a psychic
reading is or what a psychic actually does. Just off the top of my head
I came up with 7 possibilities that prolly cover most opinions on the
subject. I thought this would be a good way to start off page 4.
1- It's all hooey, fake fake fake, impossible.
2- It's possible I spose, perhaps even likely, but difficult to tell who
is real or who is fake.
3- Since we're all spiritual beings inside, performing a psychic feat is
really a normal and natural thing.
4- It's a gift from God that only a few are blessed with.
5- It's the result of some injury or illness that somehow prompts a
normally dormant part of the brain to awaken.
6- I have no idea whether it's real or not. It looks real, but I
wouldn't try it.
7- My pastor says anything like that is the Devil's work. I can't even
consider such things.
The gang of spiritualists I was allied with made up a cross section of
the type of people you'd expect to find in a group of weirdos. One woman
was clairvoyant and did psychometry, one woman did tarot cards and smoke
pictures, the other male in our group specialized in Reiki and tarot
cards, and the last woman was a wannabe. She just followed whomever was
convenient. I did clairvoyance, clairsentience, psychic drawing and a
little scrying if the mood struck me. In case you can't tell, the
phenomena sucked me in. I wanted to learn how to do everything. In the
beginning I'd just go to the fairs and bazaars and watch the readers
demonstrate their craft. I was jealous, I must admit. I felt like an
outsider during these times, like the newbie I was. I wanted to be
famous, world famous, the best psychic in the history of man. As good as
Jesus.......yup...I wanted to be better then Jesus. Some may say that's
sinful thinkin. Well....I thought it.
As I prepared myself for becoming a world class psychic, I kept being
mentally slapped around by my teachers for putting too much emphasis on
the phenomena. They keep saying that crap keeps your vibration low. You
have to lower yourself to do this stuff. I'd ask, "why do you all do it
then?" They said it was mostly a way to generate funds to keep their
church and bookstore open. Hrmmm......made me think. They "Hated" doing
it. I wanted more than anything to do it. I was confused to say the
least. On one hand I wanted to satisfy the craving and yearning I had,
but on the other hand I wanted all the perks of being an *enlightened
one*. I just figgered it went hand in hand, and to a certain extent it
does. You just have to be strong enough to not get caught up in the "YeeHaw...I'm
a psychic!!" way of thinking. Once you get there, yer stuck until
someone drags you out kicking and screaming. It's amazingly like the
FORCE in the StarWars movies. There is a dark side and a good side. I
had no idea what the difference was, I just knew it was so. I was taught
this, and I began sensing it after a while.
Ok, after weeks of preparing myself spiritually for the psychic realm, I
moved to step 2. I took a self awareness class and learned how to listen
to my higher self. That little voice that tells you.." don't do
it...you'll be sorry" when you do something that you wanna do, but
shouldn't do. It also comes back to haunt you later with the "I told you
so, you idiot".
After the self awareness class I began studying famous psychics. Peter
Hurkos, Edgar Cayce, and several others whom I can't recall the names of
at this moment. I read biographies, stories about them, and one book
that had personal notes and diaries from a couple of them. I wanted to
get in their heads to discover how I too could become world famous. The
one common thread I noticed among them was that they never strived to do
it. It came naturally and was breathtaking in nature. This bothered me.
I hadn't even started trying to do it yet, but I knew nearly everything
there was to know about it. At this point I decided that it was God's
will that I be the first world renowned psychic to attain the ability
after deciding to. Sounded good to me. No-one needed to know the truth.
I'd just tell them(and I did)..."I've had this ability all my life, I
was born with it" They'd never know the diff. I chuckled to myself.
At about 4 months into my spiritual learning I was working in a customer
service type of job in a large office building. I had contact with
oodles of people every day. One day, I was kicked back watching the
girls walk by when a young lady I'd never seen before walked up to my
desk and smiled at me. Just as she was about to speak, a loud thought
roared through my head. MARY!!! It was so shocking to me that every hair
on my body stood on end. Then in that same split second..it happened
again... MARY!!!. The girl asked for directions to some particular
elevator. I wanted to answer her, but instead I said...who is Mary?
Immediately she turned ash gray and hung her head. I asked again.."who
is Mary, I keep hearing the name Mary in my head." She looked me dead in
the eye and explained that Mary is her mother. She had died 2 days
earlier after an unexpected heart attack. She was in the building that
day to sign some papers in the insurance company on the 7th floor.
Then...it was me that turned ash gray. She again looked at me as the
tears welled up in her eyes and said.." how did you know that name?" I
then calmly explained, as if I'd done it a jillion times before, that I
am a psychic. I told her I sensed pain in her and heard the name Mary as
she came up to my desk. She obviously wasn't too happy with my
explanation. She turned and walked away, I suspect to find the correct
elevator herself. Whew, I need to work on my approach.
Page 5 will continue the story....
Regards, Bodene
Part Five
After my initial opening, I decided to play with this new hobby a bit. I
allowed others I came in contact with to see me reading books on the
subject. More often than not they made some sort of comment. While some
comments accused me of being a weirdo, more people than you'd expect
were interested. People would say, "I always wanted to go to a
psychic"...or "My sister goes to psychics all the time." I felt like I
was interesting or popular for a change.Once word of my new interest
spread throughout the building, people began trickling to me, wanting me
to experiment on them. Since I was new and untried, I wouldn't ask for
money. But a few offered, so I gladly accepted. Those books get
expensive. One of the most memorable readings of my life was with a
young black girl that worked in the building. The fact that she is black
is important to the story and you'll see why in a moment. To be honest,
this was probably the third reading I had ever attempted, so obviously I
had no idea what I was doing or how to control it.
During our lunch break we met in the break room. It was empty since it
was late at night. She had brought a friend with her. I suspected she
brought the friend as protection since otherwise she would have been
alone with a man she hardly knew. She claimed the friend was merely
there for moral support since she was a little nervous about the
reading. Either way, it bothered me not that the witness was there. In
fact, eventually I was thankful she was there. I only knew this young
lady in passing. We were " hi, how are you tonite " type of
acquaintances. I didn't even know her name. I think she was probably 20
or 21 yrs old as was her buddy. Once I got her name I invited the two
young women to sit with me at a breakroom table so we could begin. They
sat on one side, I on the other. I asked what she wanted to know about,
and she just smiled nervously and said " I dunno...just whatever you
see." Ok..we can do that. I closed my
eyes and attempted to tune into her as I had seen my spiritualist
friends do so many times. As soon as I thought I had something I opened
my eyes and started to speak. At that moment I was struck in the right
side of the head, right behind my ear. It rocked me sideways in my chair
and nearly gave me a heart attack from the shock. I was in severe pain.
It felt as if I had received an impact comparable to getting hit in the
head with a baseball being hurled by someone with a good arm. As I tried
to compose myself I held
my head and glanced up at the two women. They were sitting there staring
at me with wide eyes. I glanced to the right, the left, and spun around
and saw...no-one. We were alone. It was at this moment that I knew this
stuff was real.
The women were saying.." What happened, what happened?" I sat for a
moment, and the pain left me but the shock remained. Then I explained
what I had just experienced. It seemed so strange, but we moved on since
I had no explanation for it. The reading went well. I told her several
things about her love life, her childhood, her family, etc etc. She
seemed impressed and I was happy. As I started to bring the reading to a
close I blurted out that a female in her family would die soon. I said
the female was a cousin or an aunt, and that this woman had some sort of
deadly blood disorder or disease. The two women looked at each other and
shook their heads. The client said, "no.I know nobody in my family who
is sick." I said oh well, I see it, so keep yer eyes open. Now, anyone
who is knowlegable about psychic or spiritual stuff knows that it is a
huge NO-NO to tell a client that someone close to them will die. You
just don't tell people that stuff. It's not what we're supposed to look
for or talk about even if we see it. I have no idea why I said it, as I
said, it just kinda popped out of my mouth unexpectedly. It didn't seem
to have a huge negative impact on this girl, so I didn't let it bother
me. She thanked me for my time and went back to work, as I did. This
reading took place on or about the 27th of December.
About ten days later, I saw the girl I had read as she entered the
building for work. I hadn't seen this girl since the night of the
reading. I figured she had been on vacation or was working a different
shift as often happened to others doing her job. She walked past me at
first, then came back to my desk. I smiled as she approached and asked
how she was doing. I then saw that she had tears in her eyes. She waited
until a group of people moved on by us then turned back and told me the
news. She asked if I had seen the news reports of the last few days
about the 1st murder victim of the new year. I had, everyone had since
it was a particularly heinous murder of ....a ....young lady. She had
been shot...in..the head ...by her boyfriend. I thought to myself...no
way. The girl in front of me proceeded to tell me that her cousin was
the murder victim. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she told me about the
family and the funeral. She also informed me of something she said she
didn't learn till she and other family members were talking after the
funeral. Her cousin suffered from sickle cell anemia, a potentially
deadly blood disorder. I was in shock. I was freaking out as was the
girl in front of me. I had not only foreseen the death, but experienced
the sensations and pain of her final seconds on Earth. Shaking from
nerves I thanked her for the feedback. She turned and started to walk
away, but she turned back and came close to my desk and whispered an odd
question. These words shook me almost as much as the news I had just
received. She looked me in the eye and was dead serious as she asked,
"Are you a Prophet?" The only thing I could say was..." I don't know ".
She walked away. I sat there stunned for some time, but my head began
swelling. In page 6 I'll discuss how the spiritual world began taking on
an important role in my life. How it effected me and my religious
beliefs, and how I dealt with the new sensations and emotions it caused.
Regards, Bodene
Part Six
This is Page 6 of the Rise to Truth. This page was the hardest to write
so far. It borders on passing my belief system to you, but I try to stop
short and leave it up to you to swallow. I expect some nasty responses
to this one for it forces you to question a few things you may have
never thought much about. I ramble a bit and get up on a soapbox at one
point on this page, but I pray you'll see the point I try desperately to
make. Keep in mind I am a metaphysical/spiritual teacher. I am not a
religious expert nor do I intend to argue theology. So if you plan to
flame me for my words here, write your letter and cuss about it a bit,
then delete it without sending it since it will do no good. I will not
engage in a war of words with anyone over my own experience. Healthy
debate is great and welcomed, but wars are for those who cannot
understand that we are individuals and don't all believe the same
things.
The term "spiritual" means different things to each of us. To some it
produces visions of Gramma sitting quietly reading passages from the
Bible she's kept next to her bed for 30 years. Some may say it's the
Holy Ghost entering you in Sunday services, prompting you to jump up and
yell "praise Jesus" after a powerful sermon. Some say it's the solemn
feeling you get when you see the image of Jesus nailed to the cross.
Others still, feel that spiritual things are communications with spirits
or when you play with spiritual phenomena. To me it's something totally
different. This was truth number one. I am who I am today because I
chose to search out and dig into my own
spiritual path. I am grateful to me for taking that step for I doubt I'd
be here today had I not taken the chance to find who I am and why I am
here. As for me, it wasn't really a choice. It was shoved in front me by
some unseen force, that constant nagging that makes you behave
irrationally. I call it my higher self, you can call it whatever you
want. Once I had conquered the psychic stuff I was faced with the fact
that my search had really just begun. It had all been so easy, so I
hadn't learned anything from it. True, I did my best to bring the
importance of the afterlife and God to those I helped, but it didn't
bring ME the epiphany I so craved. I continued my psychic work, but
decided that the time had come to discover a few truths. This , I hoped
would satisfy the pain I had endured for years. I watched intently as
they unfolded before me. You really have to pay attention sometimes when
your soul sends a message, else you'll miss it or the point completely
only to realize the mistake months or years later.
In my phenomena journeys I realized that the spiritual realm is full and
rich. There are basically the same make up in personality and intent as
there is on this Earthly plane. I kept hearing the term "astral" but
no-one could ever put a description on it. I heard rumors of many layers
of ethereal levels where one could choose to reside when the time was
right. The spiritual beings interest me the most. You don't have to
travel to a another dimension to visit their home either. They are
always there but many don't even realize they exist. many different
classes of beings exist here in the same space we do. Some are
brilliant, but unfortunately most are dark forsaken beings with
negativity oozing from them in every direction. When I developed the
ability to see auras, I saw more than I had expected. Some things were
pleasing, some were scary. But I always tried to find the lesson buried
deep within the encounter. Once, while squirrel hunting I caught a
glimpse of one of the nature spirits. They live in trees and forest-type
environments. I was walking down a ridge looking for my next victim when
I stopped to clear the cockle-burrs off my pant legs. Anyone who has
walked out in the woods knows what a cockle-burr is. I sat on a rock and
put my gamebag containing 3 or 4 carcasses on the ground beside me. As I
sat there I got a strong feeling of
being watched. I looked up and entwined in a bush about 10 feet in front
of me was a small pale face looking at me through bright green eyes. It
looked like a child in a way, but old and wise in another. I couldn't
see the body (if there was one), but I clearly saw the face. There were
tears in it's eyes. I say "it" since I don't know what gender this being
was or even if there is a gender to this species. I didn't want to
appear shocked at seeing this creature, so I smiled and said out loud ,
"what's wrong?" It sat there looking at me with a blank face, tears
welling noticeably. I dared not move for fear of scaring it off. So I
just stared back and asked again, "what is wrong?" With a slow
deliberate movement the head and eyes turned towards the gamebag on the
ground and stared at it intently. I looked at the gamebag then back at
the being...but it was gone. It had vanished without a sound in about 3
seconds.
It took me several hours of prayer and thought before I finally realized
why this happened. Contrary to what you may think, it wasn't trying to
tell me that the dead squirrels were it's buddies and I shouldn't be
killing them. That was my first idea and it just seemed too easy.
Eventually I realized that the point it had made was that we are all
connected. We are all part of one big plan that is neatly and deeply
woven together. We don't know where our teachers are or what form they
might take. We must merely accept the teachings they provide us and
apply the lessons to everyday life. They love us as we love them without
remembering it. Every stone, every tree, every animal and every person
is connected by a grand web of common source. While I may have imagined
this whole episode, whoever masterminded this communication did so in
such a way that I HAD to think about it to get the meaning. It worked
and this was my first step towards truth. Suffice it to say I haven't
gone hunting for squirrels or anything else since this happened. No I'm
not a tree hugger so don't even go there. Just for me personally I
choose to not do it.
Once I moved on from this experience I began seeing the life in
everything regardless of it's apparent inert qualities. I found myself
greeting trees and looking for more little munchkins perched on branches
peering at me with beady little green eyes. If I was trying to break a
nut loose while working on my car, I tried to connect to it in some way
in an attempt at making an agreement of sorts. You let me turn you, and
I promise I'll clean you up and shine ya nicely before reinstalling you.
I'd smile when it worked, but I bet my 3 year olds watching me thought I
was nuts. Daddy talking to the car.....he's so silly. No I didn't talk
to everything, but I kept that option open at all times. I accepted the
fact that all things are made up of billions upon billions of tiny
particles of energy. Energy is life, therefore everything lives. Made
sense to me. Communication doesn't have to be verbal either. In fact I
find that communication with most spiritual
beings is much more easily attained by applying emotion to a thought and
sending it forth. Deep concept eh? But if you dwell on it for a bit, you
might agree that it is a possibility. Understanding that some things
that might otherwise seem impossible may be possible, is a key to
finding truth in one's life.
As children, we are taught to ignore our imaginary friends. They aren't
real we are told, they are figments of our imagination. They are of
another place and time. They belong elsewhere, not here with us. On the
contrary, they are essential to our existence. Parents with narrow views
of "spiritual" matters cleanse their kiddos of the gift of understanding
early and to the point that mass consciousness is now practically devoid
of the ability to consider the possibility that things of this nature
exist. It's a habit, not really even intentional. Our folks did it, so
we do it too. What would the neighbors think..ooooo. Past civilizations
knew better though didn't they? They welcomed, even helped their
children develop their varying gifts. They made the exceptional ones
into religious icons or kings or emperors. They catered to their every
whim for they worshipped them as portals to the Gods. Funny how times
have changed. I don't think people with these abilities should be
revered or worshipped. No No No, I think everyone should strive to
re-awaken these gifts within themselves. Then true healing and world
peace will begin. Is it possible that this is what will happen Jesus
returns to Earth? Will all the gifts we have forgotten be brought forth
and utilized for what they really are..... Spiritual realities? I truly
hope so. Can we schedule this for tomorrow? :)
As spiritual beings temporarily occupying these mortal bodies, it
should come as no surprise that on occasion we forget for a moment that
we are "only human" and resort to the usual form of communication we are
all so good at. It's natural, it's normal, and it's necessary. Everyone
does it, they just call it different names so as to make it feel less
spooky. ( < my quote of the day) Back to the topic at hand. To me
spirituality is nothing to do with spirits or religion. Instead it is
the belief and understanding of the Truth that we are all connected on
every level. We (all things) are of the same source whether it be an
omnipotent being, a fluke of evolution brought on by the crashing
together of two heavenly bodies, or an alien civilization from some hard
to pronounce far away planet in some other universe or dimension. To me
and I bet to others this is a Truth. To some though it will be an attack
on everything they believe and understand. That's ok, their path refuses
to allow them to swallow a pill of this size. To me, it's the first of
many I have jammed down my gullet. Hope you'll stay tuned for page 7.
Regards,
Bodene
Part Seven
As I begin this, the 7th installment of the Rise, I'll tell those who
haven't seen the other 6 what exactly this is. This is the abbreviated
story
of how I got involved in the study of metaphysical/spiritual matters and
spiritualism in general. These pages include my opinions and experiences
as I went through the growing pains that accompanied my exploration.
Page 7.... During the time that I was perfecting my psychic abilities I
lived in a small town in southern Indiana. I worked in a small factory,
and I lived in a small farmhouse just outside of town. During a psychic
fair at the Holiday Inn 30 miles away in Louisville, the girl that cut
my hair in the town where I lived appeared in front of me. We were both
shocked to see each other. I had never discussed my "secret" life with
her or anyone in my town for fear
of retribution or finger-pointing attacks. She nervously sat down at my
table and I gave her a reading. I did well, and she seemed pleased then
disappeared into the crowd.
3 weeks later I went to her to get a haircut. Unbeknownst to me, she had
set up a about 3 or 4 of her other clients to be there at the same time.
They all wanted readings. After my haircut, I spent 2 hours satisfying
their requests. I was exhausted, but hey..I made 100 bux and got a free
haircut. Heckuva deal eh? Naw..it turned out to be a curse. As the only
psychic in this town of 15,000 bored housewives, I was swamped with a
deluge of people wanting readings. I am convinced that women make the
world go round. Without them, news would travel very slowly and
unreliably, and men would never be dressed properly :) I did my best to
set up appointments and provide the best service I could. My phone rang
constantly and I couldn't go to the grocery store without giving out a
card or three.
Some readings were terrible..closed minded people are difficult to read.
Others were brilliant, some people you can read like a book. But I
trudged on..and on..and on. I was often late for work, my wife got
frustrated since I was spending so much time away from home and family.
I was making good money tho, more doing that than I made as a supervisor
in the factory during one 3 or 4 month period. I finally got tired of
it. I doubled my fees, I started a psychic horoscope newsletter that
enabled me to give brief monthly readings at a reduced cost, and I did
what I now realise I shouldn't...I started scaring people. After doing a
couple hunnerd readings, I knew where to look in someone to find what
they most wanted hidden. Little secrets like....affairs, sexual
deviations, money problems, incest, rape, etc etc. I also broke the
cardinal rule of psychics and started telling people about death and
destruction in their personal lives. It became a game. I wanted to shock
and amaze them....I actually started getting joy out of influencing them
to do things they normally wouldn't do. I made more than one woman leave
her husband. I'm not proud of it, but at the time it was a conquest. I'd
draw out sexual problems and dissect them in front of the client. I got
proficient at predicting death in one's family and then watch the paper
for my predictions to come true. I became a dark figure with a bloody
sharp blade. I'd do my best to cut into someone's heart and rip out the
softest part I could
detect. At one point I had 2 married women ready to cheat on their
husbands with me. I had convinced them that I had the ability to
"cleanse" them of their sins if only they'd give me the chance. Looking
back on it now...since this is the first time I've really put these
deeds in writing, it disgusts me. I had been sucked in by the phenomena,
lock stock and barrel. It eventually dragged me down into a pit of anger
and deceit. I became a psychic predator and no-one was safe. Lastly..I
started messing with people's dreams. I developed a method of tuning
into someone while they slept. I could make them wake up constantly or
have nightmares. The next day I'd locate and question the person I had
aimed an attack at to see how successful I had been. It was great.
One day..I woke up and all my mistakes came raining down on me. I felt
awful, so I went back to the spiritual gang I had long since outgrew and
confessed my reign of terror. They just shook their heads and said "I
told ya so". Karma can kill, so I was owed some retribution. They asked
me to stop the psychic stuff and concentrate on the path-work. I had
long since stopped progressing. I was in a rut spiritually. Hadn't moved
for months. I spent so much time in my own rotten-ness that it became
home and I wanted to drag in anybody else I could. The dark side of the
force does this to a person. I now knew what they meant those months
ago. I felt so bad I again contemplated suicide to escape the
embarrassment I had with myself. Obviously I didn't do it. Probably
because I knew the consequences, also because I was chicken.
I then decided to repent and make things right. I slowly pulled away
from the phenomena, and got back into the spirit. I got reacquainted
with my family, and mended some fences with friends I had offended in my
attempts at controlling them. I began praying, and I got to know my
guides again, instead of using them as weapons. I felt like a druggie
who was going cold turkey. Cept in this addiction, the withdrawls don't
give ya the shakes. I did have bad dreams though. I saw the damage my
actions had done by feeling
the pain I had caused in others. I saw their faces in the mirror every
day, I heard their weeping when my mind was quiet. I was living the hurt
and deceptions. I was miserable and I was sure that God was pissed at me
for doing what I did. No-one ever said a word to me as punishment for
what I had done. I punished myself. I had no choice, I had to do it.
After pulling myself back out of the pit, I once again felt the fresh
air of living and learning. I realised that no matter what I do or who I
hurt, I would be the one forcing myself to pay the ultimate price for my
actions. I was onto something here. It made sense.
It became frighteningly clear that just because we're here in an
illusion, we don't have the unbridled right to interfere with other
people's paths. We have to pay the price for what we do by experiencing
the pain or damage we inflicted on others. I wondered....is this what
Hell is like? If it is, then to me it is a much more effective deterrent
than any firey dungeon of Biblical proportions could ever be. To be
faced with and haunted by the pain you caused in others throughout a
lifetime, would be an undescribable punishment. It would take forever to
recover from such a painful experience. No-one can punish you more than
you can punish yourself. If total truth is forced upon you, it would be
impossible to quiet the screams and anger that would torment your soul.
It reminds me of what some people say to their kids before they spank
them..."this'll hurt me more than it hurts you". In this case
though...both are equally hurt by design. This was the second truth I
uncovered. Now for me, Hell is not a place where you are put for being
bad. Hell is what the early Bible writers named the state of mind you
put yourself in when you punish yourself for causing pain and
destruction in other's hearts. It isn't a place, it's a process. Page 7
is now concluded. It's a little different than the others, but I hope it
makes sense anyway. Page 8 will prolly be the last page of the series. I
need a break at bearing my soul. It's difficult to face your own demons
and call attn to your own mistakes. I hope you realise this. Thanks for
going along for the ride. I pray that you can avoid going down the same
roller coaster if you are tinkering with phenomena.
Regards,
Bodene
Part Eight
This is the 8th and final essay in the series. You may ask why I wrote
it. I wrote it for the person who is sitting out there, wondering why
they have that craving inside they just can't quench. Maybe they want to
learn about or feel compelled to explore
spirituality/spiritualism/metaphysics. Maybe they want to know they
aren't alone in the feelings they have. I write this for them. If for
some reason you want to see the first 7 pages of this series....email me
at mailto:Bodene@bigfoot.com. This series has been published on a couple
of websites. I'll email you the links. -------------- We all set goals
for ourselves. It's like a necessity as humans, but I contend it goes
deeper than that. Before we leave our homes to go somewhere we have a
goal. Before we go out on that first or..ahem..3rd date with that new
someone..we have a goal in mind. Therefore it isn't hard to swallow that
goals are an integral part of our plan here. If we were to look ahead to
our life here in this thick slow moving life in the physical, what goal
would we set for ourselves? Would we set out to become rich in money, or
rich in love? Would we be a jerk.....or a nice guy? No way to tell
really, we have to play it as it arrives. On my journey into the unknown
depths of metaphysical spirituality I saw many sides of myself that
surprised me. I had no idea how my heart would race the first time I
actually made contact with someone on the other side of the veil. I had
no idea that it was possible to reach into someone's soul and help them
see something that made their life worth living. I had no idea that I
could become so impressed with myself that I would overdose on the
phenomena. It's scary for me to relive some of the events that have
molded me into who I am today. But.....they were all part of my path, as
your demons or triumphs are important parts of yours. The Rise to the
Truth is never really over. As truth after truth comes into view, I see
more and more. It's almost as if everything you uncover unlocks a new
room within yourself. The rooms are endless I have found. You can stay
in one forever, or travel from one to another indefinitely. In this, the
final installment of my essay series, I'll put before you a few of my
truths. To me they are fact, but you may think they are hooey. It
matters not, for they remain fact in my heart regardles of how you view
them. Perhaps you aren't ready for the truth, or perhaps I'm not ready
for your truth. No-one has all the answers. I'm not stupid or naive
either, so I consider several of my truths to be incomplete. Like I am
on the right track..but I just haven't got all the corner pieces in
place yet. Maybe some of you feel the same way. I think that's one of
the keys to learning; Understanding that nothing is complete, that it's
constantly changing and undulating within our minds. As spiritual beings
we have a goal. Our goal, very simply put, is to achieve perfection in
thought, in charity, and in love. How we wind up accompishing this feat
is up to us. We are given the tools and the tickets to many worlds or
situations or levels of being or thought in which to achieve this
perfection. We as higher level beings keep a running total of our
lessons learned, and the levels we have earned our way into. This is
kinda like deep sea divers. As you take more classes, and get better
quality equipment, you are allowed to dive in deeper and more difficult
areas. When we learn our way into future, we go higher and higher into
our natural environment. Our vibrations are faster, and better and
higher thoughts and places come into view. Depending on what we need in
our pathway of experience, you may go to a physical environment like
Earth or some other planet way out there, or you may show up as a
particle of energy in some other dimension or time. Either way there are
lessons to be learned and we absorb and remember them all. Our conscious
mind might forget the details, but our higher self sees it all clearly
and records even the smallest of details for later study. I am a firm
believer that religion is purpose-fully thrust into our reality. It's
necessary for our paths. If one was to start a new civilization, without
our kind of goals in mind, I believe that wisdom would dictate that
religion be hidden or absent from the inhabitant's lives. Religion is
dangerous. When weak minded beings such as Humans are allowed to be led
and ruled by religious beliefs, factions are formed, and millions die.
If I were the creator, I'd remove that entire line of thinking from
their minds, and replace it with a few clearly explained and obvious
guidelines. It's possible that the Biblical God was trying to do just
that. I truly think that if God's 10 commandments were all the religious
info there was, we as Humans would be much better off today. Man diluted
all the writings and teachings throughout time. They created wars and
oppressions, slavery and countrywide torture and murder sprees in the
name of their God or savior....whomever it may be. No other groups have
done more damage throughout history than those who destroyed on behalf
of their religious beliefs. If I could, I'd go back in time and slap the
feathers out of the scribes' and scholars' hands who recorded the
scriptures on goatskin and whatever else they wrote on. I agree there
are some worthwhile stories and wisdom in the Bible, but there are too
many unanswered questions than can make people act and think in
unhealthy ways. Reading this you may think I am an Athiest or that I
don't believe in God or Christ or whatever. Funny....that's why I left
modern organized religion behind, cuz I was starting to think just like
that. It's all black and white...right or wrong....sinful or safe.
Narrow minds think so shallow. When you begin to think that your
religion provides the only way to Heaven, you are no longer safe. You
are a robot. Enuff about that. The world is outgrowing it's usefulness.
I believe the world as we know it is halfway complete. I'll explain why
I think this in a moment. I always wondered why some of us choose to
come here as Christians or Jews, or Buddhists, or whatever. I've also
wondered why some of us came here and shunned this brand of
spirituality. Some of us chose to bypass the rigid strict rules and
guidelines in favor of a more direct approach to spirituality. I feel as
if I've outgrown the need to be a part of organized mainstream religion
as we know it. Yes, I feel as if I have moved beyond the primitive
belief systems that most Humans cling to. This sounds like I think I may
be better or more advanced than those who go to church every Sunday
morning. No, it means I have outgrown or moved beyond the need for it.
We all are on our own paths. These paths are ideal for us. I didn't
choose your path, so don't be embarrassed by the path you chose.
But.....some of us I think are here for a different reason. Consider for
a moment that as the need to bring the inhabitants of Earth into line
with reality nears, the basis of worldwide enlightenment must be
established as more and more are born with open eyes. Eventually we
Humans will discover that religion is from man. For money, for power,
for control. Mankind will eventually discover that religion's whole
purpose is to keep you from experiencing anything for yourself. You must
have faith, or be a follower, or believe something can, may, or will
occur. But some of us shun that line of thinking, preferring to
experience and discover, and explore on our own the immense wonders
around us. If you aren't held back by primitive fears and rules of man,
the possibilities are endless as to what you can discover. Those of us
who feel this way are the pioneers in a way. Our fellow explorers have
always been here, but their numbers are growing each day. We speckle te
Earth, exploring the "all that is". Even if we never say a word, our
mere presense, evenly spread throughout the world changes the energy. As
our numbers grow, we will be able to open more eyes, and move closer to
the eventual goal of total enlightenment of mankind. So, the Earth as a
place to learn lessons and to experience the physical will eventually
fade, and it will become a place to rest and play. In my journeys as a
spirit in the physical, I've uncovered many truths. Some seemed
unbelieveable, others hit me like a bolt of lightning. It's odd when it
happens, and I feel kinda dazed for a couple of days. One thing I am
discovering as I grow older and more mature, is that people are tied to
their paths, even if they don't tend to follow them. Maybe that is a
path in itself. What is truth to me, may not be truth to you. Somewhere
the answers reside. Will we find them in a book? I doubt it. Will we
find it in some idol, or some holy shrine somewhere? I doubt that too.
After nearly 2000 years of recorded history, I think mankind would have
found the answers we all seek if they were that easy to find. The only
place that people have reportly found answers they could use is within
themselves. That's where I found mine. Nobody told me what to look for,
but they helped me look in the right direction. I spose that's one of my
goals in this life. To help others like me to look in the right
direction for the truths and answers they crave. We try and try and
try....and try again to learn the lessons we need to move onwards and
upwards. We carefully choose our parents, our friends, our successes and
our failures. We sculpt our physical lives in such a way that we are
able to be put in the position to experience all we need to on this
plane. Once we're done, we're done. On to bigger and better things. But
it isn't that easy. Being a human sucks. But then again, it's supposed
to suck isn't it? People are rigid in their beliefs. They are closed
minded. Some are totally the opposite, they are so open to suggestion
that anything seems feasible. I try every day to ride that fine line of
reason and uncommon sense. I try so hard to help those who come to me
with questions and pain. I try so hard to heal the broken, to fix the
unfixable. I feel the emotions and experiences and pain and illnesses
all the time. They never stop, they are a constant reminder of why I am
here. I pray for, and wait for the day when I encounter another who
feels as I do. Then we can set out together to bring our brethren
together..one by one. With our combined strength and abilities, we can
start making the world what it needs to be. All we can do is try. This
is the ultimate truth. This concludes the Rise series. Nuff sed. --
Regards, Bodene Never allow your position to be tied so close to your
ego, that if your position falls, your ego falls with it. *Colin Powell*
Contact One
To start off with spirit contact, like any other art, can be tricky. It
is an art though. Not everyone can do it. Oh....we all have the ability,
but few can develop the ability to the point that it can be a repeatable
event. A good analogy is basketball. Anyone can dribble the ball and
take shots, but only a lucky few can take it to the level of the Pros we
watch in the NBA. You must have the drive, the need to work on it and
mold it into a tool you can use to augment your spiritual enlightenment,
before it becomes something special you can use in your every day life.
I could go on and on about the historical background in spirit contact
and what we can learn from it but I'll spare you the book. Instead I'll
give you a few clues and some advice to help if you happen upon a
spirit, or wish to contact one. Q: Where do spirits come from? A: Well,
it depends on the spirit. Most of those we sense around us are the
either wayward, homeless beings that don't realize they aren't human any
more, or the normal lower level beings that naturally live amongst us in
the astral. They live in the same space we do, but they're out of phase
with the physical. They can see us clearly, and can observe all we do,
but they are unable to speed up their vibes to our level to the point
where interacting with the physical is possible. This is very
frustrating for the being, since they see themselves as still human.
They are scared, often angry or confused. Occasionally you hear of
someone seeing a spirit. This occurs when the being puts forth so much
effort that they are able to at least partially materialize in our
reality for a few seconds or moments at the most. Think about it....if
this were easy to do....we'd constantly see ghostly apparitions
wandering the streets and in our homes etc. Much effort must be put
forth for it to happen, and the reason is usually an emotional one.
Since it is so difficult to materialize in the physical, many times all
we see of them is a sliver of light, sparks, a shadow, or a slight
movement out of the corner of our eye. It's not a common occurrence, so
needless to say, a lot of people think it's hogwash. Q: Can a spirit
harm me? A: Yes, it can. There are well documented cases of spirits
attacking humans or pets without materializing at all. Spirits can bite,
scratch, push, hit, pull, poke, rub, and throw things at you. In extreme
cases, both men and women have been raped or sexually abused by an
invisible assailant. Just talk to someone with an angry spirit in their
home and they'll tell you. Now, the good news....it isn't very likely
that you'll encounter an angry spirit. Most of the time, with proper
protection you can avoid many of the problems a mischievous spirit
presents. Q: I have something living in my home. I sense it's presence,
but can't communicate with it. What can I do? A: I'd first ask you what
yer evidence is. If it's merely an uneasy feeling, or if yer pet is
behaving as if an invisible man is bugging it, then it is likely a
harmless, but often mischievous selph or energy that is bored and
checking you out. They usually seek out those of us that have the
ability to easily sense them. It's been explained to me that some
spirits can "just tell" that you have spirit sensing abilities. They
either play little temperature changing games, or they produce lights or
sounds in yer home to bug you, but with a stern word or prayer
threatening force, you can usually rid your abode of these pests quite
easily. While it is possible to communicate with these beings , it is
highly advisable to avoid it at all costs. They've never been human or
in the physical, so they communicate with colors or emotions..rather
than words or ideas. If you go to great effort to communicate with them,
they tend to get interested in you and hang around all the time. Yer dog
will go nuts and you will always feel as if you are being watched. Trust
me..it is hard to get to sleep with a spirit hovering over yer bed or
making noise as you try to nod off. Now...if you are being touched,
seeing shapes, hearing voices, or finding things in yer home moved or
broken or manipulated in some way, we're now talkin about a dead person
who wants some attention. Oddly enough, as with the pesky visitors
above, they'll usually go away on their own if left alone for a week or
two. They get frustrated and seek out someone who will pay attention to
them. But...occasionally a spirit will attach to a place or a person for
no discernable reason and refuse to just drop it and move on. They just
like ya :) In these cases I'd recommend contacting a spiritual church or
a medium if you know one and attempt contact with the spirit. If there
are no sources around you, then you can do it yerself very easily.
Before starting out tho, I'd strongly advise reading a book or two on
spirit contact or seances. This way you'll be more familiar with what
can happen during the contact. 1: Say a prayer to whatever God or higher
power you worship, respect or want to protect you. Plead the blood of
Christ if yer a Christian, for there is no other protective prayer more
powerful than that one. Ask for strength and that the pure white light
of Christ be shown upon you to protect and shield you from anything
negative or harmful. Avoid the words "bad" or "mean ". They mean nothing
to the spirit world. 2: Get out yer OUIJA board and use it with a friend
who is like minded and serious enough to honestly help you contact yer
spook. I have attended some exciting seances that used OUIJA boards.
They don't always work, but they are easy to use, and are easily
accessible. I think Wal-Mart still sells them. Don't let the spook take
over the convo. Just get to the point of the visitation, and urge them
to move on once you understand their reasons for hanging around you. It
may be a friend relative who has some info for you, or a stock tip or
whatever. But most likely it is a chance meeting and they stick to you
because you remind them of some loved one or acquaintance. 3: Or, if you
are good at meditating, then meditate in low light. After you get to the
vibratory levels of relaxation, call to the being, beckon to hear their
thoughts and ask to make contact with them. Tell them you want to help
them find their home, or that you wish them to leave you or your home.
Tell them that you want to hear what they have to say. Sometimes spirits
only crave the knowledge that they aren't dead, or crazy. Remember that
the departed spirit still feels alive and human. They are usually really
scared and frustrated, so when they eventually do make the effort to
reply, they often do so with a flood of imagery or emotions or a jumble
of words and thoughts. Urge them to relax and slow down, and that you
are patient. I've never made contact with a being that was recently
deceased that didn't start out the convo in this way. They are like a
little kid coming home from some adventure, talking wildly about what
they did. You must calm them, and show that you want to connect to them.
I could write an entire book chapter on seances and spirit contact. I
think it's kewl, and enjoy toying with this phenomena. But I never ever
forget how dangerous it can be if you lose control of the situation, or
say the wrong thing, or you've attracted a very negative entity into
your life. In part 2 I'll discuss the negative aspects of spirit
contact, another method of contact, and finally what are guides and how
can we contact them. Regards, Bodene
Contact Two
Part 2 of Spirit Contact...... Another way to make contact with a spirit
is via automatic writing. This is a good method for beginners if you are
relatively sure about the identity of who is visiting you. Our sixth
sense or psychic abilities or third eye utilizes our subconscious mind.
Therefore, if we allow or give permission to a visiting being to use our
subconscious, they can easily communicate with us. This is also how the
OUIJA board works in case you were wondering. To do automatic writing,
you should sit in a comfortable position at a desk or with a writing
tablet on yer lap. I prefer to use a pen rather than a pencil since once
the writing begins, it may write for some time and not give a hoot if
you break a lead or the pencil tip dulls. You merely place your hand
holding the pen on the paper as if you are about to write something.
Hold the pen loosely, and write your name or a question..or a greeting
at the top of the paper. Then relax and try to disassociate yerself from
your hand. Sounds odd I know..but it's quite easy once you try it a time
or two. Announce out loud that you are ready for communication with the
spirit. Invite them to use your hand to write their name, or message, or
whatever they need to say. Then, withdraw your senses from the hand
holding the pen and send your attn somewhere else. Watch TV or think
about last years vacation...just don't concentrate on the pen and paper.
After a few minutes of inactivity, you may feel a light twitching in
your hand. This is an indication that spirit is tinkering with your
invitation. While I've heard of occasions where spirit immediately
started writing, most of the time it takes 2 or 3 of these attempts
before real writing occurs. Usually the first thing produced is a bunch
of unintelligible scribbling. Next, shapes will be drawn, then letters
or numbers. Eventually words will be formed and communication will
commence. You can either allow the spook to just write and yammer on, or
you can make it a question and answer session. Your choice. Don't be
shocked when you look at the handwriting and it is foreign to you, or in
another language. Remember, the spirit's handwriting is what you will
see, misspelled words and all. As for negative aspects of spirit
contact......it's easy to be sucked into the phenomena. It's like a
drug. Once you make definitive contact with beings of another dimension,
you feel energized and powerful. You want to do it again and again. It
can become addictive and you can withdraw from real life before you
realize it. Just like humans can deceive you or try to hurt you, spirits
are no different. They will tell you they were famous or important
people in their earthly lives if it makes you pay attn to them or do
what they ask of you. Oh yes, they'll ask you to do things for them.
Anything from contacting some family member, to changing the clothes you
wear to bed. They'll want you to rearrange the furniture in yer living
room, or they'll tell you what you should or shouldn't eat. I have one
simple rule I advise anyone doing this stuff to follow...never ever
allow spirit to convince you to do anything or have a say in any
decision you make. They'll do things to scare and intimidate you,
they'll dig stuff out of your past and threaten to torment you with it,
and they'll pretend to be dead family members to get you to do their
bidding. If you feel as if your are being manipulated in any way, cut
off all communication with that spook. It's not worth it. But....if for
some reason you are unable to cut off communication or you feel as if
you are being attacked or haunted, you must utilize the services of an
experienced medium. The medium will make contact with the wayward spook
and with the help of his/her guides and your guides, convince the spook
to move on immediately. Spirit guides are higher level spirits we
contract with before coming to this life to guide and protect us on our
journey here. They are our oldest, wisest, and most trusted friends.
They care about our well being and often step in to help when we veer
too far off the track we planned out for our self. If you feel an
intense desire to learn more about the spiritual arts, or psychic
phenomena, or spirit contact, it's usually because your guides are
trying to push you in that direction. You may seek out a psychic or
medium for guidance since they can often relay a message from your
guides. We all have our reasons for contacting our guides, but I feel
these are the most common reasons. Contacting guides or opening up lines
of communication with them is usually easier than general spirit
contact. They love us, therefore they'll usually guide us to the most
effective technique for contacting them. By far, the most commonly used
method for guide contact is via meditation. Although many people use
OUIJA boards, automatic writing, or trance to contact their guides, I
feel that meditation is the most effective method of bridging the gap
between our world and theirs. This allows you to openly communicate and
converse back and forth without opening yerself up to influence of
uninvited energies or beings. Once you get past the vibratory stage and
are totally relaxed and detached from your body, you set up a stage of
sorts or a nice peaceful place in your mind, you call to yer
guides.....and await their presence. As with any spirit contact, it may
take several attempts before you start to sense them near you . Some
guides will just come right out and start talking...others are more
cryptic and offer you colors or pictures to toy with before saying
anything you understand. I have one guide that tells jokes...and acts
like a cartoon character. And I've heard of guides that use puzzles and
nature scenes to get messages across. Different guides use different
methods to make points. Just experiment and pay attn to learn how yours
plans to communicate with you. Many book and techniques for meditation
are out there these days, and there' s a jillion variations of those, so
you must decide for yourself how you want to proceed down this path. If
I can be of assistance, email me using the email addy embedded in my
post. . I'll help you any way I can. This concludes my condensed
instruction manual on talking to spooks. Have fun, be careful and God
Bless. -- Regards, Bodene Never allow your position to be tied so close
to your ego, that if your position falls, your ego falls with it. *Colin
Powell*
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