Memory Lane #3

Memory Lane #3

First Hypno

Someone gave me the name of a psychic I should go see. I don’t remember what she told me but I got enough that I went back. The second time she asked if she could do a light hypnosis. Almost always up for new experiences I acquiesced. Instead of exploring something immediately relevant to me she sent me off to Venus and then inside Mt. Shasta.

Venus was really hot, at least that was what science had told me so maybe it was a projection. There were numerous eitheral form beings moving around on and above the surface. I didn’t interact with them. Then she sent me inside Mt. Shasta – a reputed UFO base. I was mouse size among large furniture and books. I didn’t see any beings or UFO craft. I looked into one open book but didn’t recognize the language. The place felt deserted, or at least unoccupied.

The psychic seemed somewhat disappointed. Me too. But I still paid her and saw her again a couple more times before she dropped off the radar. At the time she was probably late 50s/early 60s. A mutual friend told me later that she had fallen in love with a younger man. Attempting to create and hold the relationship she used her power and energy to be younger. She burned out and died. Unfortunate.

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Memory Lane #2

Memory Lane #2

First time

I grew through 8th grade as an only child on a small farm in the Midwest. My ‘imaginary’ friends lasted much longer than usual. I didn’t consider them imaginary – they just were there. Then I became a hormone driven teenager.

Next stop is my first job after college. I was hired because my boss wanted a student to mentor in things metaphysical. Once a week we went to lunch and he told me of Theosophy and of the Rosicrucians. Before he got fired, for loading the sales figures to insure his psychic’s prediction of new job, he introduced me to the Rosicrucian Fire Experiment (his capitals, not mine – I never really succumbed to the need to prove things).

I’m not going into the specifics of the Fire Experiment (I don’t want the liability). Suffice it to say that my face was lighted from beneath with the image in a mirror in a very dark room. The face changes – presumably into views of past lives. It seemed to work. My boss and I tried it together – one standing back to look in the mirror at the subjects face. We saw the same images. Nothing spectacular – just faces. I was one handsome Neanderthal.

After running this Experiment a few times I was beginning to see other faces when I looked in the mirror to shave. That was inconvenient. My boss got fired. I went to his psychic and was told to get out of town. Soon I got my discharge from the Army Reserves, quit my job and moved to San Francisco.

There I followed my hormones for about 5 years and then life changed. No near death experiences, etc. Just one day instead of pursuing alcohol and sex I was pursuing astrology, Buddhism, Reiki, past life regressions, psychics, etc. etc. etc. In retrospect I realize I had been setup and then the switch was flipped. The adventure began.

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