I was talking with a dear friend last night .....about souls of dead poeple and how they might communicate with us, if we believe in souls communication....
He told me he got greatly impressed by a book entitled "Messages from Michael" by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro. Michael being a collective of 1050 souls that entered in contact with people during their journey to different levels of spiritual life after death.
I didn't read the book yet. But i am going to. Because, if is true that everything happens for a reason we might not understand at the moment, i want leave open a door and believe that this dear friend of mine might be uncosncioulsy pointing me to explore new roads and maybe in the process helping me to heal some wounds still open after a too recent loss in my life. But see....I am an old cynical, skeptical soul.... even though always open to learning.
And many learnings have already changed my perspective in the past. So i will embrace this one too. Could be a coincidence this constant talking about souls that this dear friend and i are doing?
I told him that my only personal involvment with a medium and a close contact with spirits or souls happened many years. Yet i can still recall any detail of that quite unnerving encounter.
I used to be a semi professional theater actress. I was young and i think part of the explanation of why i have been chosen to partecipate and why i ended up believing in what happened steamed from the fact that i was very young.
In this acting group was MM. Tall, skinny, maybe mid 30' with two big deep, pensive brown eyes. He was used primarily for secondary parts.....he was the goofy character, the involontary comedian in any piece we were putting on stage. But in real life MM had a serious passion and a second life.
He was a medium. Very few of our group have alreday been invited to his sessions. So i was very surprised when one day he asked me if i was interested. I said i wanted to think about it. I really didnt know if i wanted to be scared by some white floating sheet. At that time i was already out of any professed religion. My faith had dropped off me like a used cloth one Sunday morning when i was getting out of church. I was 13 yrs old. i would have put foot in chuch after that only for people's weddings and historical and architectural visits.
This to explain i didnt have any religious belief holding me back. And my curiosity as usual got the best of me. So i said yes.
The evening of the meeting i went there with other 2 friends, actors like me. They had already participated to some other sessios but it wasn't something they liked to share around. MM used to rent a separated apt for his sessions. He explained that he dint want live in the same place in which he was having so many contacts with the outerlife. "It could be dangeorus" he said.
I have to confess that i was excited and nervous beyond words. I had no idea what i was going to witness.The presence of my two friends was the only reason why, ultimately, i decided to go.
If you think MM was dressing with some kind of red embroidered exotic robe like Whoopi Goldberg in "Ghost" you are out of track. MM was wearing his usual suit. Very normal. As very normal looked to me the apt in which we went. Only the room of the sessions was indeed unusual: it was completely bare, except for the table and 7 chair and a chandelier on top of them.
We all got our seat. With no assigned order.
MM opened the round chart: it was basically what is called ouija chart. At that time i have no idea what it was.
There were letters of the alpahbet, numbers from 1 to 10, a yes spot and no spot and a question mark spot. In the center of the table there was also the glass.
MM asked for silence and concentration. He asked to put our fingers slighlty on top of the big glass, but absolutely without touching it. He closed his eyes.
Then, after 10-15 minutes of long, unnerving nothing.....when my arm was getting really heavy and i was getting really uncomfortable and i was regretting my decision to ever decided to partecipate.........the glass started to move, almost imperceptible.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck prickling up. The others partecipants let go a "oh"...MM opened his eyes and checked if somebody had put his fingers in the glass.I swear, i didnt see anybody touching the glass. Apparently none had touched the glass. Yet the glass was moving.
He asked who was visiting us that night. The glass started to ondulate like it didn't know where to go.Then it started to compose a name.
Visiting us that night apparently was the soul of the great Napoleone Bonaparte.
I was surprised. I wasn't expecting big names like this one. Napoleon was kind of slow in writing. MM asked him why he was there, if he wanted to say something to someboyd. As soon as the glass went on the NO apparently Napoleon left the room. The glass stopped moving after only 3 questions.
Well. i thought, this was rude... just to be a smart ass and have a joke about it. But i was kind of shaken. MM wasn't impressed at all. He asked us to regain our focus andd put again our fingers on the glass. And again the glass started to move. This time it was apparently an Egyptian priest, killed by some poison. He left though without telling under which Pharaoh he served while alive. In this case the glass was going really fast. composing a circle before stopping on each letter.
But it was the third visit that really scare the hell out of me.
MM asked again who was visiting us. It appeared to be a woman. She said her daughter had died in a car accident. And then the scary thing happened. The glass started to point straight at me. It was so fast coming at me that it got out of the chart and we had to put it back on it. The lady seemed very agitated because the glass was going around very fast. MM asked the lady why she was there.
It turned out the lady was there for me.
The glass pointed at me again. I simply froze. She wrote something like "warning car accident death next month careful". I dont remember exatcly the order of the words but the sense was i should have been very careful the next month because i might have died in a car accident. Nice, uh?
So I got my dose of ectoplasma scare. MM wanted to reassure me at the end of the session and told me that many times these warnings came out confused and not accurate. He asked me if i wanted come back to another session. But i said no thank you. I was done.
Even if MM was very confident about the situation, i started to believe i was really going to be run over and die. I swear, during the next month i have been extra careful in crossing the roads. I really believed that lady. So maybe now you are thinking; did she have that freaking accident or not?
Well, yes I had.
But it happened many years after that spiritual warning. I evidently didn't die because of it...unless i am dead and i dont know it...like Bruce Willis in "Sixth Sense"...lol...
What do you think, now?
What happened that evening? Did really a soul came to me to warn me from the outerlife? Do you believe in a possible way of communicating with souls?
Or if you don't, is your religion blocking you in accepting this possibility?
