psychic experiences regarding passing over
Psychic experiences regarding passing over
Date: 8/26/2005 5:42:51 PM ( 16 y ) ... viewed 2628 times
There have been 4 times in my life when I've experienced death close up. Neither time involved myself; each time was regarding someone different, and each time was from a different perspective. The one thing that I realized about death, is that careful planning goes into it. Its never random, as it often appears. It is always heralded energetically, beforehand.
The first time was in 1990; I worked for a computer store, and when I was hired, my 'boss' was out on sick leave. One day, he came into the store. I'd never met him before; he was in his in midlife, not old, not young. He had light colored hair, a thin man, not burly. I can't say that I was conciously tuning in to him. I didn't know his well, so I wasn't standing up close. He was in the middle of the store, telling everyone about what was goig on. As I was watching, I got the information that he was going to die, and I got the impression that he would leave his family well cared for in a monetary way.
A few days passed. Because I was a student of energy, or psychic awareness, I was interested. I tuned in to him one day (don't know if this was the 'right' thing to do) and saw that right above his head, he had a solid looking triangle. It was white. The words "consolidating his energy" came to me, and I could see that the triangle was pulling up energy from the feet. The energy spread out from the triangle, getting wider as it went downwards, away from his head. His whole body was under the influence of the triangle.
Another day shortly after that, and I was laying out in my car, relaxing after lunch. The driver's seat was tilted back, my eyes were closed, I was enjoying the moment. But surprise... right over the hood of the car, a (not alive) woman appeared. She was one of his guides. She had a very very wide face, dark skinned, even had a mole on her face (near her nose). Her eyes were very brown. She told me, "you're having an influence on what is happening here, you are changing this. Stay away."
So of course I didn't tune in again.... two weeks later, I heard that he had passed on.
My cat, Kitkat, was about five. We lived in a house (in Tampa) that backed up to a grove of Cypress trees. Unfortunately it sat on a street which wasn't a dead end. Although it wasn't really busy, there was somewhere to get to from both ends, so it did get some traffic. We never made that mistake again. (later when we'd go house hunting, we always made sure the house had 'kitty setback.') Well he shoulda gone into the trees, but often he went across the street and checked out the bare lots that were soon to be built on. I can't say that I ever worried about him.
One day, I went outside and called for him... it was nearing dusk - time to eat! He was across the street, and came running. But to my surprise a car was also heading our way. He got hit, the car kept going, and Kitkat ran across the street, into the bushes on the side of our house. We went looking for him... found him lying in the shade of the bushes. All of a sudden I had the sensation of lifting away from the earth, rising upwards- very, very quickly. One moment I was on the ground, the next I wasn't. I went up about 10 feet, maybe 15 feet, with him. I could see the earth below, knew I was with him, watching from his vantage point. At that point, really quickly, I disconnected, was back in my body, back on the ground.
We took him to the vet, a very short distance away. They took him into the back room. I stayed tuned in, without being very aware of it. There was a moment that I felt him. I felt the vet reach under his belly, from the right side... and the pain was just overwhelming. I knew that the pain was too great, he wouldn't be able to stay in his body. At that point I knew what the news would be..
While I still miss Kitkat (and writing this note today is certainly bringing it back), there is one memory that always sticks in my mind. I was pruning some bushes one day and there he was, sitting above me on our little slope, doing.... nothing. Just being with me, enjoying the day, being my family.
MAN WITH A BOOK TO WRITE
A few years ago I went to a class at the Edgar Cayce foundation - developing your intuition. One of the excersizes was for a group of people to give messages to one person in the group. Our group had about 8 people in it. There was a man, elderly, sitting in the middle of the group, and we all had our chairs in a circle around him. We all closed our eyes for a moment, listened for any messages, and then went around the group, each person giving him the message.
The message I received for him came through very strong. He had a book to write... it was a story about his life, or stories about his life. I knew it was regarding him personally, and that it was being written for his grandson. I knew this was his legacy, this book, and that he didn't have much time left. Already his body was preparing for death. The energy had begun its ascent up from his feet. Right above the feet there was a cloud of energy, and below it the feet just weren't really connected to the earth anymore. I didn't have any idea how long he had left, and of course I didn't tell him this part of the message. I wasn't sure if he was going to have time to finish the book. When my turn came to give the message, I told him about this book, and he said, 'yes, I am a writer that doesn't write.' I never found out what happened; whether he wrote the book, when he passed...
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