I’m almost nervous to make my first post, but here goes. As I stated in my introduction earlier on the new magicians stream, I used to be a lot more sensitive to otherwise unseen and unheard things such as spirits and that strange large horseshoe-crab-looking thing that one time, and seemed to be a magnet up until I experimented with Datura Stramonium and shut it off. It’s been very weak for a number of years and I’ve come here partly in a potential effort to learn to get some of it back, and then maybe learn some great truths by exploiting the skill in some of the ways that you all have.
I wanted to share a few recent events and ask you kind folks if you get the impression that these things are signs of my sensitivities slowly coming back through my work, or if I’m a hallucinating loon. I’ll try to be concise.
A few weeks ago, while in my room, I had the distinct impression of an intense man stretching his upper body over the foot of my bed to stare into my face. He made me extremely uncomfortable, just because he was INTENSE. He wore a dark turban-like head covering with a wrap under the chin. He had an olive complexion, an angry expression on his mouth, and small squinting eyes. The discomfort led me to bolt upright with my heart pounding, searching in every direction in the dark because I could still feel him in the room though I couldn’t see him. And this was similar to another event much earlier in which I woke to see a kindly-looking clergyman standing in the bathroom of my Master Bedroom. He wore all red, had an awkward smile, and flushed cheeks. He was middle-aged and Euro-looking. He had a hexagonal wooden box on a chain around his neck and he held it out to me like he wanted me to look at it. Both of these “visions” had the full solidity of reality. They were not vague or faint.
In the past few weeks, I’ve been meditating frequently to try to raise any latent clairvoyance and to observe without judging or mentally interfering, and my left ear has started to do this odd tonal thing, just the left ear, not the right. Like the air pressure in the room is changing in rapid succession, and it comes with little bits of sound. Once, I could swear that the sound was faint 1950’s TV show theme music. I have no TV by the way, and I was home alone. I was trying to look for benevolent guides in a targeted meditation that time and also envisioned a faceless woman in wide-legged pleated white canvas pants, a white blouse fitted at the waist, and a large white Easter Sunday style hat pinned to her hair in a way that cocked it to the side. That was vague impression though, nowhere near solid, so I don’t know how much stock to afford it.
What do you think? Am I making progress in re-gaining sensitivity, or am I imagining things because I want to make that progress. Thanks for your attention and any answers you may give me.