wilwheaton:

This is a working title for a short supernatural horror story about a man who returns to the town he left, to uncover the truth about the murder of his little brother, 20 years earlier.

I had some good telepathy today.  Should I say who I had it with?  I’m making the transition to being a full-time intuitive, and I have to work this out – what do I say about what happened?  Keeping it vague for now, I was talking to someone about astrology and I was telling him I could see the astrological structures in his aura, and then I started talking about the difference between this kind of structure and a dream, and then as it turned out I was repeating a dream he had had the night before.  This is someone I’ve worked with shamanically for years, and we both knew it was a real validation of our work.  I’m still not sure how this fits into the larger picture, but I know now that the only way to develop is to experiment.

I feel a “dark pressure” in my mind, as opposed to the “light pressure” I usually feel when I’m overwhelmed by spiritual presences.  The “dark pressure”, I hope, is my angel of Saturn coming home to roost forever.  I think I’ve solved some problem of personal boundaries and I am now to turn my attention toward my angel of Mars.  I have encountered so many people with astrological issues surrounding those two planets recently that it is very obvious I’ve come to a new level of clarity and self-awareness when dealing with astrological issues.  Over the next year I’ve got to make the transition to working with every aspect of my life astrologically.

As I wrote that last sentence a spirit pointed out to me that it won’t be that hard.  In fact I can do it now.  They are saying that I should make the transition to channeling immediately.

 As I write that I stop and all these images of other things I could be doing well up in my mind’s eye.  I believe I’m being haunted by the ghost of Amy Winehouse, for instance.  I could be putting her albums on hold at the library.  I could be watching a movie, too.  I tried to start “50 Shades of Gray” tonight but I got too impatient.  I want the stories of movies but I hate the passivity of watching them. 

Now I’m flashing back on a walk I took down the street months ago, more than a year, when I was kind of drunk and I bumped into a neighbor I knew who was into BDSM.  The images that come to me as I write — I can keep a travelogue of these, a bit like a shamanic journey.  Integrating left and right brain.  Crystal castles, distant worlds, this kind of information is what people need now.  No more “be here now” crap, it’s time to escape the confines of this horrifying prison planet.  Listening to music, getting drunk – I quit drinking a few weeks ago and perhaps I’m just drying out thoroughly.  I drank alcohol regularly, ritualistically for years but now I find I am able to access the same states I needed alcohol for while completely sober, which is good news.  The bad news is that the pain I was covering up is still bothering me.