Again, no memories, no specific recall - nothing. Except my husband,
again, was very concerned because I was VERY late getting home. I don't remember how much time
had lapsed.
Third
Incident: 11:00 at
night driving back home...
We were returning home to Minneapolis from my
Mom's
house in northern Minnesota. Kids had already fallen asleep in the back
seat. We had just reached the 'T' in the road where we had to turn left
(just like the first incident) when all
of a sudden the whole sky lit up - it was like it was broad daylight -
only we knew it was night. Not just a small spot, but it
was
like it was light everywhere you looked.
Neither my husband or I have any idea of how long we sat there in the
car at the crossroad - both
of us
were so stunned that we didn't talk for a LONG time afterward,
and the only thing that he said was "What was that?" and I said, "I
don't know." In fact we never discussed this for years. It
covered such a broad area that we drove for a mile or more before the
light was gone. We've often wondered what happened. For both of us it
felt like a very sacred moment - like the heavens opened up and
enveloped us.
We never had anything like the
above three
incidents ever happen again.
After this
event, we became very telepathic with each other.
I would merely think a thought, like I wished he would call me, because
I needed some things from the store that I had forgotent to buy and he
would come home with them. We hadn't spoken a word to one
another
either by phone or in person, he just "picked up" on my telepathic
message. Another time I was standing at the window
thinking, "I wish he'd stop at the post office on his way home from
work and pick up the mail because I hadn't had time to walk the 3
blocks to the P.O. that day and almost immediately he drove right on
past the house and went straight to the post office - something that
he'd never done before.
Still another time, later on,
he had picked me
up after work and I was just relaxing in my seat, and my thought was "I
wonder if he had a good day?" And immediately he responded with, "What,
did I have a good day?" I said, "What did you say??" And he repeated
it. I told him I hadn't
spoken out
loud, I was just thinking the thought and he answered it.
Freaked both of us out. It became a joke with us, because it
happened often after that. At that point in our lives, it was more me
sending and him receiving - or so I thought.
A few
months later I was
fixing chili for dinner and all
of a
sudden I just KNEW that Bob's Mom and Dad would be there by supper time
and I didn't have enough chili for all of us.
So I asked Bob to go to the store, quick-like and get some more
'fixins' to make more chili. He thought I was crazy.
Reason? Because first off, it was a full three-hour trip for
them
to get to our house and secondly, they would NEVER come without calling
us first - and besides that it was in the middle of the week and they
ALWAYS came on the weekend if they came to visit. Well, Bob dutifully
went to the store and his parents definitely showed up at dinner
time.
Now, for sure, he
thought I was a
little crazy! :-)
Then Bob
had an experience where a
student of
his, who had died in a car
accident over the weekend, appeared
in the hallway the following Monday
evening while he was locking the door to his classroom. He
was a
shop
teacher and he used to help students in the evening and this youth was
supposed to have come in that evening, but had died in the accident
earlier that same day. And so, it was his
apparition...
Bob said he could see the
boy's lips moving,
but Bob couldn't hear anything, although he sensed that the boy was
trying to say that he was sorry that he couldn't make it that
night. Bob
came home and was
white as a ghost. Now
who was
crazy?? This was a man who was very
technically
oriented and
just DIDN'T believe in things like this, but there it was. A real
turning point in his life I think. I know it helped him to
understand me better.
Then
things settled down to routine living - no more UFO's
Life
seemed pretty ordinary. I had no real interest in anything
except
my job, raising kids - and in that interim, I had had another child, a
daughter, in 1971. Life
was day
to day, nothing special going on,
I went to Tupperware parties, learned how to crochet and knit, and just
worked on raising my three children & being a good wife to
Bob. Other than reading a few astrology books, I
had sort
of "shelved" my psychic side for awhile.
Little
did I know how much my life would change over the next few years,
In 1975, I decided to buy a
Ouija board -
my very
first attempt at trying to contact that "other world". Oh yeah, bought
a few books and almost ruined my eyes looking into a burning
candle - but didn't get much from that. But the Ouija Board was 'a
whole other
experience'.
Weirdly enough, it only worked when my girlfriend Sue and I would use
it together and she would come over every day as soon as her husband
and mine had gone to work and the kids were all of to school. That
planchette would just whiz around the board. Nothing negative - just
fascinating. It kept us busy for hours sometime. One day the message was, "Beware,
Gun,
Friday. That sounded a little spooky and we said we only
wanted
positive messages. This was on a Monday morning.
Well, Friday rolled around and I got the scare of
my
life. I won't bother with the details, but suffice it to say
there WAS an incident with a gun and it WAS Friday - and a
flashback of the Ouija board message might have saved my life. It scared me so much - because
it was true
- that I never touched the Ouija board again - not even
to this
day. Not that I feel the board was negative - I just never have had the
desire to. Maybe that's as
much as I was
supposed to do with it. Don't know for sure.This wasn't being psychic,
per se, but it did show
me that there
WAS 'another world' - the unseen world. I didn't doubt that anymore.
About a year later, our life circumstances
dictated that we must temporarily make a big geographical
move.
We were moved overseas to Tehran, Iran the end of 1976 for Bob's
teaching assignment and did not
return home until 1978. Quite an adventure, but no unusual
incidents psychic-wise.
In fact,
psychically related things were not
even a conscious part of my life at that time.
In 1980 my life took a turn
again. When we
returned from Iran, I had this strong urge to connect with the Psychic
world, Astrology, Numerology, Hypnosis - all sorts of things. I really had a strong interest
in
Astrology and decided to learn anything and everything I could.
I joined a class and met Holly, who is still my good friend.
She
told me she was attending this group that I should check out - a
Metaphysical Positive Thought Group. She took me to the first
meeting and then never did show up for another meeting. She
had
been attending these classes for a long time and I guess she just
passed the ball to me and said run with it, and I did.
Definitely
what I call a
"Divine Meeting"!
This was just one of many adventures for Holly and me. When
Holly
and I put out energies together... "anything" can happen. I
really do have to write a book someday! I also joined AA
during
this same time frame. Life took a new turning point during
this
time. Then I started to delve into the whole "world of the
unknown". I just couldn't get enough. I was told by a few psychics
that I was
'very psychic', but I just couldn't see that at the time.
After all, I didn't see things like
I
thought
a psychic should. I just "knew" things - and that
just
seemed to be a very natural thing - but not 'psychic' as I had in my
own mind as a definition.
So, affirmations of my
'psychic-ness' came
in fascinating new ways...
The next step in my "Psychic
Discovery Journey" was in 1981 - when I came in contact with a book
written by a woman named "Lisa" and it was about Automatic Writing
(I wish I had a
link for you, but I don't yet). I was supposed to go to her
seminar, but then something happened so that I couldn't
go.
I was disappointed but...
The subject had really got me
wondering if I
could do something like that. It just felt
SO right for me. So I followed the instructions given in
her
book. I'll
never forget that day
as long as I live.
I sat in a comfortable rocker with a notebook and pen. Got really
relaxed and just put my pen on the paper and waited. Nothing happened.
So then I tried pushing my pen across the paper and all of a sudden it
was like an energy took over and my pen started spiraling and
when
it was finished I had 3 interconnecting ovals - perfect ovals that had
been formed while my pen was spiraling.
I was
ecstatic - something had actually happened! Then it was
like I
knew to just push my pen across a new page and it formed what looked
like waves. I did pages and pages of waves. Then it would start a new
shape and on and on, until it finally started to form words - and then
sentences. This happened over a 2 week period of time. By then the
writing was starting to make sense and I was told that 'they' wanted me
to practice like this everyday at a certain time.
First, I better explain who
"they" are. When
I'm channeling, the information comes
to me mentally and is expressed through this automatic writing.
They are simply spiritual beings who transmit messages to and through
me telepathically. I do not hear voices or see them in
physical
forms before me.
Well, being a very
independent, stubborn
person I announced to "them" in my mind that I was a very busy person
and that I would do this on my own time when I had time. I
was in
charge and if they could agree to that, then I'd agree to work with
"them". I still
vividly
remembered my Grandma being put away in a mental hospital because she
heard voices. :-) Well,
that definitely wasn't going to happen to me!
All was
finally agreed to 'between us', and every day, when I had time, I would
spend an hour or two doing the automatic writing. They referred to me
as "Gwen" at that time. And said it was a name they had known me by in
another incarnation - in England.
There were
many of "them" that came thru in my writings for a period of about a
year. I don't even remember the names right now - seems so long ago.
Nothing spectacular about the names. It would be one person for a week
or two and then it would change and another would say they were now
working with me. It was
like I was
going to school and I had different teachers who had all spent time
with me in other lifetimes. Sometimes they would describe
a
lifetime, but few details were given. I was told that the records to my
past lifetimes had been sealed for safety reasons - whatever that
meant! I used to get upset because I wanted to know who I
was.
And I was told, over and over, that it was who I was now that was
important. I used to actually argue with them. :-)
At this point
- the only person I had shared all this with was my Metaphysical
teacher, Marion. She and I had become very good friends and I used to
go over to her house often and would practice on her. She was called
"Stella" by them. I
was very
much a "doubting Thomas" during this time and was always
looking
for confirmations. Sometimes I'd get to the point where I'd toss the notebook down and
say, "This
is a bunch of B.S.", but then something
would always happen that would confirm that I couldn't
have
possibly known what was coming through.
To illustrate
this point, one day I wrote something about a well-known
public
figure in Minneapolis and that he would die. The next day the headlines
were about his death.
Another
time they
gave me a passage or two from the Bible and told me to look on the
pages they gave me and I would find the reference. I looked in the
Bible and found the exact reference on the exact same page(s) they had
given me telepathically. Not being one who avidly
studied
the Bible, I couldn't have known what exact page a passage
was
on. Again, confirmation.
That's what
kept me going - the confirmations.
Then Marion encouraged me to start doing readings for people from the
class for money. Now I was scared. For money! That meant I had to truly believe
that what
I had to give was really worth paying for - and I still wasn't sure
enough of my abilities.
So I said I would do it for donations. She and I would meet people at
this restaurant that we liked to go to - and they'd allow us to sit all
day and just order coffee as long as we had lunch to begin with - and
the people would come for their readings. Word of
mouth
travels fast and...
I soon got VERY busy. But I
also got very
tired of the 'donation bit'. People would come to me to get
one
of my
'donation' readings for a pittance, and then turn around and go to
someone else and pay them really good money. Finally I got angry one
day and said, "This is B.S.!" If
I don't think what I have to give is worthwhile, nobody else will either
and so I started to
actually charge for my services -
not a lot at
first, but as my confidence grew so did the price. Finally, I was getting paid the
same as all
the other psychics in the area - and nobody complained. And
I stayed busy all the time.
Before I knew it, I'd gone "pro"
with my
psychic abilities...
The next step was being asked to
do
Psychic readings/channeling at a well known hotel in the
main
dining room from 5 o'clock until closing. Boy, did I feel important!
:-) They even put my
name up on the
marquee outside to let people know I was there. An older
psychic
gentleman is the one who actually got me in to do this. He told them
that he and I would be appearing together, but he told me
confidentially that he had no intention to do this with me - but by the
time they figured this out they would love me so much that they
wouldn't complain. He was right!
It was very
successful
and they also asked if I could do lunches there. So I was busy from
11:00 until 11:00 at night. He had also advised me to use a different
name - he was from 'the old school' - so I agreed to do so and I called
myself 'Serena' to please this old friend. That choice turned
out
to be a mistake for me. Sometimes they'd
announce "Serena" (me) over the loudspeaker because someone wanted to
see me and I wouldn't respond... my name is Joyce, not Serena, so I
just never did get used to using that name.
:-)
Stayed
with this hotel for about a year and then decided it was time to start
a home business. I was just getting too burned
out working
for so many hours a day.
I decided to start
a group of my own - didn't know what to call it or really how I was
going to conduct it, but I was "told" it would be a good idea. Yet another step in my journey.
So I
called up a friend of mine who did some really interesting things with
Biorhythms and asked if he would help me with the first class. I was
just 'winging it' at this point. I was told to "just start" and the
rest of the blanks would be filled in.
So
I trusted,
and did just that.
I figured maybe I could have new people come in to help teach every so
often and in the interim I would share my knowledge of numerology, etc.
with them. Maybe have little mini-classes and I was charging $10 a
session - taking place on Mondays. Well, the friend said yes and I was
not concerned, because George would be mainly conducting the first
class. Well, surprise, surprise!! George called me 1 hr. before class
and told me he couldn't make it - he was sick. I was actually sick!
What was I going to do? I had nothing
planned.
So I took up my trusy pen and
pad of paper and
waited for the inspiring message I knew would come. I was
given
one sentence: "Conduct
the class the
same way you give readings." I
had no idea if I could do this for a whole group - all I had done up
until this point was for one person at a time. Well, it
worked!!
In fact, I conducted this group for 2 years before we moved to
Honolulu. At this time I was told that I was being psychically guided
by and working with a 'group energy' and "they" called themselves "The
Brothers of Light". It's still the same group to this very day.
After a period of time, the messages
started coming through so fast that I wasn't actually writing anymore.
I was forming spirals on the page that looked alot like the 3
interconnecting spirals that had come through the very first time I
tried automatic writing. It's still the same today. I discovered it is
nothing more than a focal point for me and I'm channeling information.
If something is coming through and I can't quite get the word/s, I'll
slow the pen down and it will write the word
out. I don't hear things
- it's more like an
impression/thought - and I also don't see things. I just put my hand on
that paper and the words start to flow.
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