by Sri Lanky » Wed Nov 24, 2010 7:29 pm
Spent a lot of time with a dying friend over the last few months and I wasn't going to relate our shared psychic experiences here because it is not to be spoken of and mainly out of respect I was apprehensive.
As I mentioned she is directly descended from Sitting Bull and in my family a few women could be deemed as psychic. Not that I am but due to my family history I am open to such experiences.
We've had a relationship that has involved shared psychic experinces over the years but as she neared her death they became more frequent and intense. They involved interior visions and exterior experiences that connected the two. Visions,experiences....they are only words. Why define anything at all? It's hard to articulate them but here goes.
The first one was so powerful that I awoke with tears flowing. I was moving through space when I spotted her in the universe and I could hear my Self sat to myself,"There you are" when she transformed into a whirling being of energy that felt like peace and love which is what she was feeling at the time. The next vision I was drawn out of my body and slid along the floor. The next day she came over and said that she would send me another vision the next night. It was then that I realized it was her all along producing these visions. That shattered me. Made me look at my own arrogance that somehow I had some kind of power. That intellectualizing is bullshit. It's about unconditional love. I was simply a channel or vessel for her power. So,I awaited for her vision....it was more subtle than the first ones. We were standing beside my oven with two roasters in it. Then I knew why i was slid along the floor towards the kitchen the night before. The roasters represented our two children in her womb that had to be aborted due to the circumstances that the time. We were both terrible addicts. We never really talked about it but it always felt like we were carrying stones on our back. It was her way of helping us heal from that before her death.
Life and death. I asked her how she could transmit these visions and she said it was through rocks. The crystals in the rocks formed during the planet's birth. Think of how silicon stores information. The rocks store the ancient and eternal consciousness of the universe and on this planet the rocks come alive!
Death. The next vision was disturbing as i was hurled about my place and flown into the room where the rock was. A room I sensed death in from the time I moved in. The last vision was even more disturbing...a being that looked half human half bear emerged from the room. I had had enough at that point and I instinctively buried the rock at a place of worship. I talked to another native woman about this and she said that you are supposed to bury the rock. the lessin learned? Trust your instincts. I was bewildered as to why she would send frightening visions at this point when I realized the fear was of my own making.
The external experience at thsi time occured after. I had parked to go to the bank when I opened my car door and there was a dead squirrel right at my feet. I knew that this must mean something and sure enough when I Had emerged from the bank there was a man taking a picture of the dead squirrel and I heard him say,"It's beautiful". I walked up to him,the squirrel,and the car and he said,"IT's Tuesday which in French means to kill something". He asked us what we have in common and I said,"Death" and he said yes and then he vanished somewhere. Five years previous a man yelled at me that I had already declared myself. He looked lime this man. I related this experience to my dying friend and she unflinchingly said this would happen more often as the end neared.
Bewildered. Was it her,God,a being from outer space? I dont know but she always pointed to the sky and said we were being watched.
Fear,hate,death....we learn what love is by learning what it is not.
Stay open my friends.