NEW PSYCHIC BOOK

The following excerpt is from a new book I am writing about a number of psychic subjects, this one being about 'Remote viewing'.

I taught at a well known psychic college and this was a excerpt from a typical lesson. It will be a development book, but there is a story running through it too. It aims to be humorous, entertaining but it aims to educate and enlighten

“Ok Class, you’ve done this before and I know some of you struggle with remote viewing but this is only because you need practise,” I stated.
I looked at Annie, “Annie I want you to work with Tracey this evening.”

I walked around the classroom, reassuring them, “It doesn’t matter, if you don’t see in pictures, many great and famous Mediums work purely on sensing. It’s just a feeling, a knowing.”

“What is important with any psychic/mediumistic work is that you trust Spirit. If you do not believe in what you are doing and denounce your ability, you will create a block for yourself,” I stated.

“Trust is everything when working with Spirit, you have to think outside the box. Do not think with your earthly human mind, but rather think and use your own spirit,” I said.

I went on, “Remember Class you are Spirit in a human body whilst on earth and that earth is your classroom. As Spirit you have access to all Universal knowledge, anything you wish to know can be found out there in the Universe. All you have to do, is tap into this, the Universe is out there waiting for your questions.”

“Ok let me talk you through this,” I stated. “Now you will notice I have given out some paper and a pencil as some of you might find it easier to write what you see and feel down.” I explained.

“You may also find it easier if you link hands with your partner to be aware of their energy. Annie no giggling over there trying to put Tracey off,” I rebuked Annie laughing.

“It’s ok to close your eyes if it’s easier Class, and just relax as when you are meditating, and tell yourself you are going to visit your partner’s homes. Now don’t be afraid to either write down or talk what you see. Go with the flow don’t hold back just say what you are experiencing and trust your guides here, they will help you,” I explained.

“Imagine you are stepping through a psychic door and you are standing at the front door of where your partner lives, what do you see? What’s in frot of you? What’s to the left and right? You can spin round and you can go anywhere.” I went on.

“You may see people there but don’t worry, they cannot see you,” I said. “Unless they are exceptional Mediums themselves,” I added laughing.

“Can you hear anything, smell anything?” Only to hear Annie snigger. “There’s always one!” I stated smiling.

Among the hubbub of voices as the class conducted this experiement, I could hear Tracey’s raucous laugh. I immediately honed in on what was going on to where Tracey and Annie were sitting.

Tracey was virtually bent over laughing at what Annie was telling her

I caught the tail end of what Annie was saying.

“Oh my god!” Tracey exclaimed, as Annie went on.

“There is a plate with a half eaten jam sandwich, no wait it’s a strawberry jam one, I can smell the strawberries,” Annie said. “That’s not all that’s under the bed, there’s about, two, three, nope six pairs of really smelly socks, oh! they are honking! under this bed and a porno magazine”.

I couldn’t stop laughing as Annie went on to describe Tracey’s teenage son’s bedroom.

“That’s not all Tracey he’s got a couple of mates round just now and they’ve got their feet up on the table and they are eating fish and chips, I can smell them, the vinegar,” Annie added.

By this time the whole class had began to listen to Annie and Tracey’s conversation.

“Well done Annie! you are a natural,” I told her. Annie Beamed and the class applauded.

Indeed it was confirmed when the class met up a week later Annie was correct. When Tracey arrived home, her son’s friends were still there. She checked the bin, there were remains of the fish and chips. She walked through and checked under her son’s bed, everything was exactly as Annie had described, in fact the aroma of sweaty socks hit Tracey as she lifted the bed covers. She counted them, four, five, six exactly and there was the magazine.

Annie was so proud of herself and grinned away like a cheshire cat.

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