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I am the queen of mixed metaphors, scatty similes and clumsiness. Oh yes, and a bit of a Diva

Tuesday, 02 October 2012

The Conduit


I’ve often wondered how a psychic 'gets' their skills, and once they get them how they receive their messages.
I’ve been told many times that I have psychic skills and even the ability to do healing should I master my skills. I do believe that I have descended from an ancestral line which had powers, whether those were from a shaman, a witchdoctor, a witch or whatever my ancestors were deemed to be.

When I was a child I had premonitions, or visions or whatever you choose to call it. Once when I was about 4 or 5 years old our family was taken hostage and held at gunpoint by men wearing stockings over their heads as masks. I had dreamed this dream for a solid week before it happened, described it to my family and they just shushed me, thinking it was a normal childhood nightmare. When it all came to happen, no one would discuss my premonitions – it became yet another thing in our family we did not mention.
My hypnosis sessions are honing these skills by teaching me to listen to the messages I am given and to interpret the visions I see.

My friend ‘J’ told me yesterday about a strange thing that happened to her. She was talking to the guard at her apartment building when a crab followed her into the office. We do live by the sea but she was in an apartment block in the city, so that crab had to do some travelling to find her. She had asked the security guard (who was Xhosa) what did a crab symbolise? But the guard was not in touch with that part of his culture and just shrugged and laughed.
But ‘J’ is very spiritual and she knew that crab was symbolic of something. When she said that to me I blurted out, “but don’t you see? That is symbolic of the hard shell you wear, it is a message to be vulnerable, be willing to trust enough to show your soft side.”

J looked at me with wide eyes and told me that just after that incident she had gotten into the lift and met a man; a lovely caring man who has been pursuing her with great interest.
Without that information my words made no sense to me, but when she added that in we both went “Wow!”

So maybe that is my connection to the universe – that I can be a conduit to help others understand their own messages.

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