August 3rd 2004What a crap day! Or at least crap from a psychic point of view. My
brain is absolutely dead as far as picking anything up is concerned.
The only thing I seem to be linking in with is an empty space. I speak
to the spirit world and ask for politely for help but nothing seems to
come through. Maybe I’m being told not to take it for granted, and I
should take heed of that whether or not I am.
Other than my own
useless efforts there’s been some good stuff today. I learnt all about
Reiki healing this afternoon and watched as one lady was worked upon
and got such an energy boost that she was involuntarily twitching. Then
I was invited up and Debbie, the Reiki Master worked round me. I can’t
claim to have twitched but I could feel a lot of heat entering me. She
explained that it’s like a turbo-charged sprit healing session and I
figured that by the time she finished I would have grown two new
kneecaps! I didn’t but the pain has all but vanished now. I’m really
interested n learning this when I finish at Stansted.
This
evening Donna did a mediumistic dem with a psychic artist called
Debbie. The drawings were wonderful to see and at one point Donna
seemed to pick up on mum but the connection got mixed up with someone
else. Afterwards she said, mmm, she thought she had got mum after all.
I wasn’t too worried though, because I know mum and the rest of the
family’s there and she had come through at the reading with Tony in
April.
Of course the big thing tonight was the Most Haunted
style ghost busting walk. The idea was that we would split into half a
dozen groups and in turn head off to three places in the mansion and a
couple of others in the grounds and see if we could pick up on
anything. James, my room-mate, was the leader of my group and the first
place we headed out to were the fields adjacent to the main gardens.
Standing there in the dark several people said they could feel some low
energy. I couldn’t but a bit further away I had this flash of a very
happy couple picnicking under one of the trees dressed in 1950’s
clothes. Other people seemed to feel a similar vibe so perhaps that’s
an accurate image from the residual energy. A bit further on near the
peace garden we all felt bad. I just stopped dead on the spot and I
felt very dizzy. I had to move away and noticed others doing the same.
Someone mentioned a drowning. I can’t say I felt that but the place was
definitely soaked in negative energy of some sort.
Later on in
the Sanctuary Tony assembled us all to compare notes. There were lots
of points in common as well as stuff unique to each group, and during
the process I’d captured a picture of a spirit orb on the main
staircase just as the group picked up on the spirit of a young boy
running past, which was intriguing. Speaking of orbs, I could have
sworn I saw a spirit light flutter over Tony’s head just before we
headed out for the ghost-busting walk. I thought it might be a
reflection on the rim of my specs but no matter what I did I couldn’t
recreate the effect.
Afterwards in the bar I got talking to
David and Karen, which threw up two interesting things. Firstly, Karen
was interested in how we’d been feeling out in the grounds and when I
showed her the photos with the orbs her curiosity was aroused so I said
ok, why not go out there now for a look? She hesitated for a moment,
after all she didn’t know me and it was getting on for 11:15 but in the
end we thought why not, and headed out across the grounds. Naturally we
got lost in the dark and I was trying to find the path again. As I
walked down through some trees I suddenly got this knot of fear so
sharply in my gut I actually stopped and was bent double. I felt it
really reluctant to move forward, but pushed on with Karen at my side
and found we’d come out almost exactly on the spot where I’d felt bad
earlier in the evening, only we’d approached from a different
direction. There was nothing to be seen though, so we went back to the
mansion and reclaimed our drinks, at which point David casually
mentioned his watch had stopped every night at 11:40 since his arrived.
Sure enough, it stopped. What was all that about I wonder?