It's no secret here in The Secret Place that I receive messages from unknown sources. Sometimes I believe that they come from God, given the context of the message, and at other times from what some have referred to as a Higher Self.
I'm still a little skittish about revealing this almost lifelong phenomenon, but it is a part of who I am, and partly the reason why I started this blog--to share information about this phenomenon.
For most of my life I have been an out-of-body explorer, but I didn't begin to have psychic experiences until much later in life. I discovered this only recently; it came about as I took a look back over my life.
As a psychic, I have nothing in common with many of the television variety psychics, since I rarely can turn it on at will. But the ability has served me well.
I have found over the years that I have great success with my prayers: God hears me more often than not.
Having accepted the role of Sentinel (that is, one who prays for others, when so directed), I have over the years been called on (by the still, small voice within) to pray for the benefit of many. Lately, it has been President-elect Barack Obama, but it has been many, many others--some notable, and some not so notable.
From time to time, I ask God what He would like for me to do for Him (You may wish to try it yourself sometimes.), the indication: to pray for Barack Obama. This I do, sometimes many, many times a day. On one such occasion, during meditation, Obama's name came up so often that I had to abandon my meditations and focus exclusively on him.
In addition, I find that I can do great harm to those around me with just my thoughts alone, especially if those thoughts are filled with anger or rage. No need to worry, I rarely reach that boiling point. The sorrow and the regret that ensue are too great to bear.
Occasionally I find that I can affect objects in my surroundings during moments of great emotional outbursts, so I try to keep that down to a minimum as well.
As a psychic, I learned the whereabouts of Saddam Hussein before he was found, and tried to tell the Defense Department, the White House, and other government officials, but without success. This did cause me to have an attack of conscience, as I'm reluctant to use my abilities in such a way when it may lead to the harming of another.
Here's a copy of an e-mail that I sent to J.P. Warren, a psychic investigator about that time:
Subj: Location of Saddam Hussein August 05, 2003 Circa 7:35 A.M. Pacific Time
Date: 8/5/03 9:10:35 AM Pacific Daylight Time
From:
To: jpw@LEMURteam.com
CC:
I received the following impressions regarding the location of Saddam Hussein. I thought that I would share them with you. It's practically impossible to reach anyone in the government who may be able to operate on psychic tips.
As of Tuesday, August 05, 2003, 7:35 A.M. Pacific Time, Saddam Hussein may be found in the City of Tikrit. It's my belief that he is near water, possibly the Tigris River, or a water treatment plant.
Because he moves around periodically, this information is only accurate for the above given time.
After Hussein was later located in that area, he wrote me back and asked me questions regarding my psychic ability. Here's my response:
I believe that my answer is going to disappoint you.
When it comes to something as unpredictable as the mind, it's difficult to shine the light of scientific inquiry upon such a mercurial process as psychic enterprises. I can't say that my results will always be 100 per cent accurate. This is because we as humans are constantly changing our minds about what it is we want. For example, we may program ourselves to fail if the results or outcome is something that frightens us, or in some way prove undesirable.
Let's say, if I know that by giving what I know about the location of Saddam Hussein may result in his injury or death, I may unwittingly sabotage the accuracy of my efforts to locate him. This is because of my natural aversion to hurting another. It's as though the soul gives you the answer you're seeking, a correctness that is totally subjective. Before it gives the answer it asks: "Do you want the answer that is ostensibly correct, or the one that you can live with?"
However, if I put aside these concerns and ask many times and the answer is always the same, then I can say with some measure of reliability that the answer is correct.
Can I tap this ability consistently? The answer is yes. But I can't rush it. Like a water pump that must be primed before the water flows freely, I find that I must prime my mind sufficiently to bring forth an answer. It's almost as though I must convince the power within that I'm earnestly seeking an answer before it will respond.
The scientific community thrives on experiments that can be replicated. And I believe that you're seeking a level of certitude or performance that will satisfy their strict requirements when it comes to proof. I'm not sure if I'm that guy.
Further, I knew where Steve Fossett remains could be found, before someone [1] stumbled upon the wreckage of his plane in a rather remote area. I was listening to my favorite radio program, Coast to Coast AM, with host George Noory, whose guest was a remote viewer, the guest and his remote viewing team were using their abilities to find Fossett with mixed success.
Meditating at bed time, I asked the source within where Fossett could be found. Immediately three lakes appeared within my mind's eye. At another time, I Fast Blasted the C2C AM show to reveal to the host where Fossett could be found. Of course, nothing came of that.
I learned later that the lakes were the Mammoth Lakes. My psychic information may not have been specific enough to find Fossett, but it would have narrowed the search area somewhat.
Now, back to why I'm writing this blog entry. I started this entry with a quote. The author of the quote is unknown. The statement, in isolation, wouldn't have made much sense without a little background--some details from my life. Hence, the long prelude. On the morning of 11-20-2008, a woman's voice said:
"The sun shone down on your face something terrible taking away your sunset."
Her words didn't frighten me, as they were tailored just for me, and it's almost as though she knew I would understand her words. I knew the word "terrible"was defined as "intense," not "dreadful," as in this passage from the Bible:
A man of God came unto me, and his countenance was like the countenance of an angel of God, very terrible: but I asked him not whence he was, neither told he me his name....I can't imagine this angel of God possessing a "dreadful" countenance. It probably had a light surrounding it that was intensely bright.
The sun, I believe, represents God's Light (the light of His Spirit), which lights our countenance. Jesus was said to have had such an experience, here described in this passage from the New Testament:
1 And after six days Jesus taketh Peter, James, and John his brother, and bringeth them up into an high mountain apart, 2 And was transfigured before them:The sunset represents our death. We're are born (our sun rises) and, each successive day of our life, the sun approaches its zenith, and begins it downward descent, until it culminates in our sunset (our death).
and his face did shine as the sun, and his raiment was white as the light.
The meaning of the message: I would have died long ago, but for this Light of God shining down in all it's brilliance upon my countenance, keeping me as though I am still in the Noonday of my life, removing, for now, my sunset.
Recently, I had a medical checkup, which I found a little embarrassing. The doctor and his attendant, knowing my age, kept repeating, "You're looking good! Really good! And your heart is beating so strong...it's like a mule kicking!"
Now, I guess I know why: "The sun shone down on [my] face something terrible...."
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