On the weekends I like to have a mid-morning nap. Sort of like a cat nap. It’s not that I’m overly tired or anything, it’s just that I can go back to bed if I feel like it and both days this weekend I did that. So, this morning I’m lying in bed sort of snoozing and I was considering how I don’t have that many psychic hits these days. Actually, if I do have a psychic hit I don’t always know that I realize I’m having one while it is happening. Generally, it’s a day later where I’m getting confirmation of the hit that I realize I’d done something along psychic lines the day before. Anyhow, I was sort of pissing and moaning about how I figure I must be a half-assed psychic and one of the guides said that I needed to make time for being psychic. Special times. Not just any old time, but a deliberate choice of time to be psychic. Well, that made sense to me and, encouraged, I settled in for a bit of being psychic. I waited and something floated into my vision. It looked sort of like the side view of a skull and I could see the upper orbits of the eye sockets. At least, that’s what I thought it looked like. Then, it went away. Right away I said, “I want to see that again. I’m not sure what it was and I want to see it again.” I’ve actually never done that before. And, it worked.
Here comes a skull. This time there is no mistaking what it is. I’m seeing it face on. And, I see a hand holding it. I begin to expand my awareness and I sense a Shaman holding his or her skull for me to see. They are showing me this was their gateway to things psychic. Without words it was implied that I’d be a good candidate for this sort of stuff because I don’t scare easy, at least with psychic stuff. So, I thought that was encouraging and interesting and figured I’d share it with you.