Psychometric
Psychometric
Another experience I had that became weird was joining a three-day event about 4 hours away from the area where I lived. I had no hotel booked. I believed I could manage driving there, staying the day of the event, then driving home and traveling back the subsequent day.
The closer I came to the top of the day, the more I wanted not to return for the following two event days once I had arrived home. I was struggling with the thought that I had to drive home for 4 hours, then come back the next day. The more I thought about it, the less I wanted to return. I was fighting so badly within myself that I spoke out an idea out loud.
I needed a solution for this situation that served everyone included. The day ended, and everybody was packing up and on their way, me too- out the door. On the way to my car, two ladies from the event were joined me in walking. We talked a bit. “Are you from here?” they asked.” No,” I said.
Are you staying here at a hotel?” “No. I am driving back home,” was my answer. I kept it short. The next moment one of the women offered me to stay at her place if I would like. She lived only 30 minutes from the event. I replied, “I have no clothes with me. I need to drive home today.” “Think about it, the offer remains standing.”
Bring some clothes for two days in case you stay with us. I was so happy and grateful. My prayer had been answered by a stranger that would solve the situation and serve all included. Pleased, amazed, and fascinated by how the universe responds to my call, I gratefully accepted. Excited, I shared the great news at home and got my things ready for the next day. Relieved and curious, I expected the day to return and see where the universe would lead me. Another day at the event glided by.
It was time to travel home, but at this point, I followed the lady who had invited me to stay at her place for the subsequent two nights. The house was from the 18th century, and I was welcome to stay. It was very beautiful. We all sat together, eating and getting to know one another. Then they mentioned the house was haunted. I should know because strange sounds, noises, and things were happening.
Before I entered any place, I had already cleared my path, so all present energies could move and lead into the light. I was taking note of what they had to mention. I called up archangel Michael and archangel Azrael to take care of the cleansing and moving of the energies locked in this house. Out of my point of view and knowledge of therein situation, all was done. Night came. There was far more to explore, learn, and know than I had believed. Physically, my body was sleeping, but I was spiritually sticking beside archangel Michael on the wall above my body. We were floating.
I felt the body's fear and thought to call out to archangel Michael before my thought also became numb. I believed, too that moment, that only the body and voice could turn numb and loud less. It is as if you are screaming, and nobody can hear it. You want to move, but you cannot. My thoughts were isolated, numb, and fading away as this was new and scary. I could not use my words, mouth, or thoughts. I was delivered in my sleep.
The idea of being stuck in my vision and nobody knew where I was struck me for a moment. Luckily archangel Michael was with me. While I was floating above my body with archangel Michael, numerous things were happening around me, below me, and within me. I struggled to focus. First, screens were displayed on the wall of the room where the body was resting. Memories showed a little boy fearfully shouting, surrounded by his toys. Something was not right.
Why was he screaming? With a better look, the toys seemed angry and willing to connect with the boy. The boy was crying and shouting, “If you don't stop, I'll run my mower over you all.” He was holding a mover in his hands. So many things were happening. Another odd action followed. I noticed my soul had gone for a visit on its own while I was stuck on the wall. It had been attracted to a shadow, appearing through the window in the distance. Off it went to find out what had captured its attention. It seemed they knew one another.
The next moment, a time traveler passed over my mind. While this happened, I also felt like a student in school learning a brand-new subject and connecting with the house and its spirit. Okay. Can a home contain a spirit? It showed me pictures of families living in this house from the 1800 century on. It showed me a creek running alongside with the house through the window I was looking out of.
I saw empty bottles, broken glass, drugs, injection needles, and rubbish. I also felt the death of children and teenagers and the heartbreaking loss. The spirit of the house had lost its form and became a blue light, a kind of lightning, but just blue. Archangel Michael cleaned the house with his light and released all the stuck energy fields. Archangel Azrael led the souls into the light. It was time for the night adventure to make my way to the event I was expected to join.
Have you had an experience like this or something similar? If you recognize someone that did, mention it! Find others that have similar or the same experience. Learn more about it rather than trying to shut it out of your life, which you cannot. You will be surprised at what you will learn about yourself.
If you have nobody to speak to about paranormal phenomena, you're heartily welcome to share your story with me. I love to listen to your stories.
