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When I feel things I get tingly, not hot or cold. My fingertips feel like energy is spilling out of them like water out of a faucet. It is a heightened awareness and an out-of-time feeling all at once.
It has been a long time since I felt that way; life has been too cluttered with survival and family responsibilities to clear any space for me to feel things. I miss that.
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lucky and sarah – conversely as well, I seem to have an insta-fix thing regarding technology, specifically computer technology. Hey we should experiment next time you crash a computer, Sarah!! lol! maybe I can send fix-it vibes your way!! But I know I send “break-it” electricity too, sometimes. Wish I could be “Matilda” or Samantha of Bewitched and have insta-access to controlling positive forces…haha!
oh dear! that’s a lot of laptops!!
so interesting the heating vs cooling….I wonder why it’s different for different people.
I can always tell when something’s come “through me” rather than “to me” because of my “cold chills”.
Sarah – I can relate to your issue with machinery…for whatever reason, I crash computers and some other kinds of equipment just by sitting near them. Weirdly enough though, it never happens with my own machine! In offices, if I ever need to work on someone else’s computer, the blue “screen of death” will come up as soon I touch the mouse to begin my task. In my last office, I got banned from working on any computer except my own after I crashed a co-worker’s “un-crashable” computer each and every time I sat near it.
I go through about a laptop a year, unfortunately.
aword – when I am a conduit, I tend to heat up. Also, when I’m dealing with pretty powerful vibes I also tend to mess with computers (most often my own, alas) and other electrical items.
…my normal body temperature is a couple degrees lower than average anyway. Other experiences anyone?
ps ya, although a situation, like a cemetary, where there is just a lot of “dead energy” (not really a pun) can feel very cold, or a spirit just whisking by can feel like a chilly breeze, I too find that a positive interaction with spirit/s they carry a warmth. However, my body temperature always drops when I am “channeling” any sort of “other” energy. Maybe there has to be a sort of physical equilzation during the connection?
Fe, I have extreme appreciate for, and too little knowledge/experience of, the ceremonies of other cultures and other times. Honoring the Dead is such an important act for the Living. Thank you for sharing some of your traditions.
Sarah, As I have traveled – mostly the US and some UK, I discovered “hot spots” for feeling the dead and not-so-dead. Sometimes too, spirits are just lost, detached from bodies that are still “living”. So cool, your experience in S. Africa! Really awesome! Thank you too, for sharing.
At this time I am attempting to learn to commune differently with the powers-that-be …. that is, travel out of body is a much more readily available format for convening with the”elders”. And then, of course, there is the need to know the purpose of the excursion.
This morning an “old friend” of a new teacher of mine came to us while we were walking – to be introduced (to me) as it were. My new teacher was thrilled that I was able to tell her her friend was with us. I was thrilled to be able to say aloud what I knew and to give her the message from her “old friend”.
Ah. Today Life is Good.
Oh, fabulous, Huffy! Challenging HMRC = a bridge too far. 🙂
Oh, and I forgot to mention that my parents exorcised our house ghost by calling a ‘ghostbuster’, who did it all over the phone! We’d all lived together fairly peacefully for over 20 years – but things came to a head when my dad’s tax return forms disappeared. That was the last straw for him.
Thanks for all these great halloween ghost stories! Made my flesh creep. Like any self-respecting brit – I grew up in a haunted house, and wherever we went on family holidays – there was almost always a resident ghost in the house where we stayed. It was my mum who spotted ’em, or they spotted her. And as if that wasn’t enough, me and my brothers and sister used to read eachother ghost stories before going to bed, and scare ourselves silly… Takes me back…
Eric – a different approach this Friday; I loved reading it. Thank you.
I had a profound experience a few years ago, when I went to the Cederberg in South Africa with my sister:
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The Cederberg is remote, and home to some of the oldest rock art in the world. It is otherworldly, and at night there are no lights, so you are immersed in the depths – both physically and spiritually.
My sister wasn’t well at all – she is very sensitive to energies … so much so that she thought she was dying, and I was concerned for her. That night, when we went to our rooms – little huts at the side of a hill – I asked that I be used in whatever way that I could be used to help her, and invoked the ancestors in my own way. As soon as I lay down, I felt waves of electricity running through me. It was visceral: I was shivering as they flew across my body. It felt like I was in a trance, and suddenly my room felt full of beings, and my grandmother – who had been dead some years – stepped forward from this crowd, and I heard a voice, clear as the stars: “We are all here.”
I was scared, but not terrified, and I was moved beyond comprehension. I have no idea what use I was, if any, but it was something I won’t forget.
About the same time, I had finally managed to attend a reading with a highly regarded South African astrologer whose waiting list I had been on for a year. He told me that I had the chart of a ‘Sangoma’ – an African medicine wo/man. I don’t know what he would have seen in my chart to describe this – there’s a reason I’m a tarot reader and not an astrologer – but I wonder if perhaps I was close to my Sangoma ancestors that night.
I completely get the experience you wrote about for “presence” of one who has passed. For me, it was not a cold thing, but an actual warmth — you could feel the life essence. In some cases, like when I was visited by my grandfather forty years after his death, there was an odor — he came by bearing the sweet smell of caramel from a dessert he used to make for me and my sister as babies.
There are so many cultures that make a tradition honoring the dead, feeding the ancestors, and partying with their spirits in the cemetary — as a way to acknowledge their presence and of the other realm itself. I have come to love this tradition in my own culture, and we set a meal for our dead family members, along with a candle by their pictures to feed them for whatever journeys they make.
And so how often it comes to be the responsibility of one who is still living to help one who has passed “find what they were looking for” and cross over. And how often that thing they were looking for is simply awareness of the bridge and the crossing.
We have largely forgotten why we have ceremony for crossing, for passing – ceremony itself can be the bridge for both living and dead to honor the moment and move on — on Both Sides of the Veil.
Thanks, Eric for again sharing your wonderful experiences/stories. Samhain; Slainte !