posted on Aug, 25 2009 @ 04:38 PM
Great, great post, Skyfloating! Just what I've been thinking for quite a while, but you've put into words very nicely.
I was always quite perceptive, even as a child, and used to dabble in New Age practices and paranormal stuff since my early twenties. At some point I
was so "tuned in," if you will, that I could see and do things others couldn't do, and I was so psychic that I started working as a Tarot reader
for a while.
However, I had quite a few experiences with the "lower astral realms," as you call them (I call them the "Dark Side")... not pretty and nothing
you want to necessarily repeat. Still, I was very much into all this New Agey stuff -- from past-life memories to "energy work," communication with
the supernatural realms, etc., etc. I tried most of the exercises in the Castaneda books, I started my own "Conversations with God," I was
interested in psychic readings, channeling, etc., etc. (even though I never let any entity speak through me, always felt it was wrong to let anything
or anyone have control over my body).
After I got married, had a child, and most importantly left Sedona, AZ -- which has an incredible energy that makes you experience "things" if
you're open to it -- I seemed to have lost my "powers"... which I sorely missed and regretted. On the other hand, I also didn't get hit with
astral attacks and such anymore. Still, I felt awful, disconnected, like all my "specialness" had left me.
I had stopped doing Tarot readings, because I felt that I was actually CREATING the future for the people I read for. If they believed me, I had
created a self-fulfilling prophecy. Granted, I never told anyone horrible things, like they'd have an accident or die, or get a bad disease, or
something. I always tried to be responsible and help my clients to help themselves in a positive way. Still, it just started feeling WRONG to me; even
though I was craving to do readings again like you wouldn't believe. I really had to fight the urge to do it.
Then I found the book "The Siren Call of Hungry Ghosts" by Joe Fisher.
This is an absolute must-read for anyone dealing with New Age beliefs, channeling, and the supernatural. Joe Fisher was a journalist who stumbled into
a "spiritual circle" in Canada; the medium channeled various entities, basically one spirit guide for each of the regulars who would form the
These "spirit guides" claimed they had lived on earth before; they gave minute details about their past lives, names, addresses, names of relatives,
friends, coworkers, dates, places, etc. They were apparently very spiritually advanced and wise, answered questions about the nature of the universe,
told about future events, etc.
At some point Joe decided to find out more about the life story of the main spirit guide (forgot his name). He traveled to England, and even though
most of the story checked out, the person the spirit guide had claimed he was didn't exist. (All the other things, dates, places, relatives, friends,
etc. were true.)
Joe, feeling betrayed, went back to Canada and confronted the spirit guide... and then all hell broke loose. Not only did the members of the circle
react very aggressively to his revelations, but the "guides" themselves started to come down on him hard. They convinced the other members that Joe
was just jealous and confused and trying to divide the circle... and they got really nasty.
In the back of the book (it was the second edition or so), there were also letters readers had written to Joe... Tarot readers and psychics, who said
they knew all about deceptive spirits, and how they had been held captive by them for years.
The tragic end of the story: I googled Joe Fisher, because I wanted to know more about him. After he got out of the circle, he felt the "guides"
were out to get him. He developed a pyramid-shaped growth around his belly button that had to be surgically removed, and the "guides" talked about
it to him, as far as I remember. Then, later, he told his publisher, "I think the 'guides' are still following me," and said he was afraid. A week
or so later he "jumped" off a cliff and died.
After this book, I never did a reading for anyone again, and I didn't go to psychics anymore (with one exception recently, and I totally had the
feeling she was under the influence of astral bullsh*tters).
All I do now is talk to the Great Spirit and my angels (some call it praying, but I do get answers if I ask for them). I'm planning to take up
meditation, if only to calm myself down after a stressful day. I feel the spirituality that I'm following now is so much more down to earth and
grounded than what I did before, in Sedona. There's nothing airy-fairy about it.
Granted, compared to what I had, which was incredibly exciting, every day, what I have now is kind of boring and everyday-like. But I think that's
still just the old "astral boogers" talking, trying to drag me back on the wrong path. I'm actually quite content; I just miss the visions and
shamanic journeys, and the supernatural adventures I was involved in.
So, Skyfloating, assuming that you've had stuff like this too, how do you deal with the boredom and "blandness" of life after the astral? How do
you overcome those unbelievable cravings to be "special" and have powers again? How do you live with not being super-psychic anymore?
Intellectually I know this is a blessing and a much better, simpler way of life. Emotionally, it kills me. Do I maybe have to "cut the strings"
between me and the astrals to be free of those cravings? Any good tips for me?
Oh, and it would be great if you could share what spiritual practices exactly you're doing...