06-05-2007 om 00:00 geschreven door Weeping Angel

Start of the synchronicity

So much happened to me lately, that I don't know where to start first.

I'll give it a try.

On Valentine's day (of all days!) I had a quarrel with my friend and I opened the door of my apartment and said I wouldn't put up with this. He then walked out on me and I thought it was over.  Unfortunately he's the kind of guy that doesn't take "no" for an answer and he kept coming back twice a week for five weeks in a row.

He won me over by sheer mental exhaustion on my side. I even fooled myself in thinking I fell in love with him again, but the truth is I always loved him 120% but he cared about me only when it was convenient to him. I still love him, but he wil never understand this.

The situation remained unresolved for weeks. I keep telling him I need more attention and need to be able to reach him more easily.  (He's so smart not to want a mobile phone and always has reasons to be busy elsewhere in the evenings and weekends.) He promised me he would do his best to improve.

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Now in the meantime I had discovered a beautiful world of friendly people on the other side of the globe, who do their utmost to spread friendship through the written word on the internet.  It's an elderly couple and they are so full of love and kindness that they shine like two Angels to me.

When I wrote a story to appear in their monthly newsletter, Sylvia approached me saying she read much more in that story. Between the lines she had discovered a cry for help and she could see that I had psychic capacities that needed some guidance as to how to work properly.

I was so touched by her understanding and her kindness that I opened up and told her about my incomplete gifts.

I told her about how all my gifts seem to come and go as pleases them, leaving me with no control over it at all.  She then offered her help, which I gladly accepted and the first step was a lot of reading to do.  So I ordered a list of some ten books on the internet, of which I am still awaiting the arrival.

In the meantime synchronicity started showing its signs all around me.

Proving once again, that there is no coincidence and that some forces "up there" always steer our moves for the best.

08-05-2007 om 00:00 geschreven door Weeping Angel

The gifts I had/have

I have had what I call "waves" of paranormal gifts off-and-on all my life.  Well, at least since I was a youngster of +/- 12 years old.

1) I often have foresight or clairvoyance

2) I am capable of giving people dreams (especially people on my wavelength, but distance doesn't matter I even did it with someone in America, though I remained here in Belgium.
 

3) A couple of times, but really very few, I have been able to move objects (telekinesis)

4) I always feel it (in my belly) when People I care about are around, or if they're about to come and see me, even on most unexpected moments. I call it also my gut-feeling

5) I can write numerology sheets for people and they always seem to be exact

6) I can help people read the cards (I want them to spread my deck themselves before me) and that also seems to be exact

7) In the early years (in my 20's) I have been able to leave my body on nightly trips (OBE) haven't bothered lately for I am too tired at night and therefore I fall asleep before I can manage this

8) If my mind forgets things, I can stop in the middle of the street, let my gut-feeling take over and I'll start walking in the right direction to come across a shop where they sell just the things I needed. (When I forgot my shopping list, or even when I forgot to put the item on my list.)

9) Sometimes I can see the aura - but I have never been able to see colours in it - I always see it as a white radiating layer of about 5cm (2 inch) around people, and I can only see whether it is strong or weak, by which I then judge the people to be O.K. or too tired or maybe sick.  No other details.

I'll never say something about someone's health if I am not 100% sure about it and send them to their doctors if they have serious ailments.

10) I work a lot with stones, ordinary stones, gems and minerals. I can make elixirs from them that can benefit the health, or carry them with me or give other people the advice to carry them along.

11) I can heal a little bit with my hands, I mean I haven't tried it on major diseases yet, but I did try it on colleagues who had painful shoulders, or friends who had painful joints or a bad back, but that's all.

They usually feel warmth coming from my hands, whereas I feel a cold breeze under my hands at such moments.

12) I am also familiar with synchronicity >> being much more than coincidence (which in my opinion doesn't really exist) >> and being : things being put on your path > pretty much like what happened to you and the book of Caroline Myss. Such things also often happen to me.

12-05-2007 om 00:00 geschreven door Weeping Angel

A HEAVY DOOR

One day I was following link after link on the internet and came across various sites about horoscopes, future-tellers and the lot.  One who offered a free reading, attracted me more than the others and I filled in a form and a couple of days later I got a five pages long message of which very little was new.

It was all about how I would soon have something happening to me and how I was to prepare myself and then she also gave three lucky numbers and three lucky dates.

At the first two dates, some very unhappy things happened to me. So much for the lucky days!  The lucky numbers never occurred anywhere...

The only (reasonably) "concrete" thing she stated was that very soon I was to open a heavy door and that I couldn't do it all by myself, I would need some help on my side.

(Of course she offered to be that help, if I paid some 80 dollars or so and then she would help me.

Yeeaahh!  Sure!)

I have a healthy habit of mistrusting people who have to go through my wallet before they can reach my heart or soul.

The "heavy door" did appeal to me (for even quacks often have a chance hit) for it made me think of Sylvia's remark on my gifts being on the verge of breaking through. And it reminded me of a recurring dream I had, when I was much younger and there I also kept opening up a heavy wooden door, behind which there lay the open woods, a bright blue sky and golden rays of sunlight.  It was like coming out of a prison-situation.  (see picture >> I just found the drawing again, I made of my dream-door in the early 80's)

To me it could mean two things; the breaking up with my friend or the opening up to the control of my psychic capacities.  Or maybe both if one thing led to the other (which I think it will).

30-05-2007 om 00:00 geschreven door Weeping Angel

The Tor Dream

No less had I spoken with my Angel Sylvia about the portal theory, or she mailed me to say she knew some of the portals, I had added pictures of, to be published with my text on the subject.

She also knew the Tor of Glastonbury on one of my pictures and even visited it at one time. She told me about the mythology (or could it be the true oral historical tradition?) about King Arthur being buried there.

The very next night I had a special and beautiful dream.

I walked through a narrow street in front of me, giving way to a square, but the square was partially kept from sight by a big building on pillars under which I could see the big square of the town.

I held my hand above my eyes for the sky was a bright grey (as if often is in Belgium; threatening to rain but holding over anyway, and the sun hiding behind the clouds, trying to peer through, but in vain.)

A small philistine looking middle aged woman came in my direction saying:

"You won't see her now, as the sun isn't shining and if you see her, you will see her only half".

As soon as I understood that this gibberish was about the blunt church tower on the left hand side of the square, it angered me again and I barked at her: "I don't want your church!" and made a gesture as one who throws a ball of paper behind its back, while I walked past her.

The woman walked away muttering: "Darn you!"  At that moment a famous figure from TV - a modern jester named Marcel VT - came towards us and pestered the woman with some remarks, drawing her attention to him instead of me.  In the meantime he smiled at me and I gave him a big "thumbs up" as to say: "well done" for leading her away.

By now I got to the middle of the square where there is a tall pillar standing on a big plateau with steps.  There are long narrow peeping holes through it.  I hide out of sight for that woman; and through the holes I can see how she gets led away by Marcel.  I move over as to let someone sit next to me and all of a sudden Liliane (someone who very recently became a friend on the internet), indeed sits next to me! (In a dream such sudden appearances are quite normal and hardly surprising)  Liliane and I settle with our backs to the pillar and watch the famous blunt tower.

Then Liliane says: "They are about to come now!"

With great expectation I look at the Tor that now sits in front of a totally black night-sky. (Such time jumps are equally normal and totally acceptable in dreams)

A few thin bright rays in red and yellow, appear on the top right hand corner of the tower as if a light-source comes from behind it.  (Looking pretty much like "Sprite" if you are familiar with that phenomenon)

On the left hand side of the Tor, at half its height, three balls of light appear in the colours: light blue, encircled with red and yellow contours.

They move up at a steady and quick pace.  Exactly when they reach the upper left corner of the tower, the sprite on the right hand side has become much brighter and suddenly the sun - which was actually rising behind the tower - reaches the top, bleaching away the three balls of light. And the sun shines on the land like she does at dawn.

It was breath takingly beautiful and reminded me of fireworks.

I then spoke to Lilian: "If such a thing happens at Christmas, people say it are the stars that guide their way!" "Yes, they probably do!" she said.

And then I woke up.

It left such a strong impression I just knew I had to write it down when I got up, for I am sure some of the details of it will surely guide me in the days to come.

03-06-2007 om 00:00 geschreven door Weeping Angel

A week passed and then one morning I was absolutely sure that Synchronicity was at work again.

Life Saved by Synchronicity

This morning I got up a little earlier as usual ('cause I wanted to do something on the PC for class - I am attending a training for IT worker). When I was almost ready to go out, I saw I had some 10 minutes extra left and decided to pick a pair of earrings and a bracelet to match.  Both items I seldom wear, but I was in a good mood and the sky-blue colour of the items matched my clothes so nicely that it was very tempting.

Upon leaving I grabbed a brand-new, bright blue Cashmere shawl I had recently bought, and draped that over my shoulders as finishing touch. It was too warm to ware a vest anyway.

And then the Omens started...

It was, at about ten meters from my house, when I thought my actions through, thinking:

"Funny how I came to ware earrings today, I might get entangled into something again" (knowing that this often happens to me!) and then I thought of my shawl, how it would prove to be a bad idea to have taken the new one. I should have taken the slightly older one, which wouldn't be so bad if it came to any harm. (Don't know why the harm-idea sprung up.)

The thought left my head immediately as I realised that it had become the exact same time to go to school as on any other day (8 o'clok), for I had "wasted" the extra time on the jewellery.  I then hurried to the bus-stop but to no avail.

I had missed the early bus again anyway.

As my bus (nr 34) often comes late or skips a bus which means one often has to wait for more than 25 minutes, I looked for a means to get to school faster by taking some other bus or tram.  In my head I tried the different possibilities and came up with the possibility to take the nr 32 bus (a regular and much more frequent bus) for two stops only, where I would be able to take tram 11 to then get in to town very near where my training centre is.

I sat at the bus-stop when all of a sudden, the sentence shot through my head: "Met with an accident" like the title of a Newspaper article, and it went through my head several times, like a billboard.

(And in English and all, whereas normally I would expect that in my local Flemish language.

Although I think in English as much as I do in Flemish.)

I wondered who would meet with an accident; would it be the car just in front of me?  (the cars have to halt at the traffic lights just where our bus-stop is)  I looked at the lady driving the big car with four children in the back and felt worried, so I knew this was a form of "clairvoyance" or "clair-knowledge" again.  (feeling worried at some warning, has that indication to me)

I even tried to memorize her licence plate, thinking: "If I hear or read something on the news about it, I might remember the plate just to know whether this clairvoyant information was accurate.

Only then did I realise the bus 32 had already stopped in front of my nose and passengers got in and the driver closed the doors again.  I got up - be it late - with a hopeful look in my eyes and yes ... he saw me and opened his doors again.  Lucky me I thought. (What did I know...)

It was then that I saw my shawl had gotten entangled with the glasses I was wearing on a string around my neck.  I got on the bus anyhow, but was more interested in getting my glasses & shawl untangled then in holding on tight in that bus. I bumped in to some gentleman and decided to move on to the middle door of the bus, where there were less people and I could hold the poles a little easier.

It wasn't easy though, because I carried two bags, one with books and the other with food and drinks.

I swung my arm around a pole in the hopes of holding on and started pulling on the shawl again when all of a sudden the bus came to a terrible full-stop.  The driver simply had to STAND on his breaks, because a young woman suddenly ran in front of it.  I was swung loose from the pole went sailing backwards through the length of the bus, to land hard on my back in the front of the bus, with my head under the chairs banging my head really hard on the floor. 

All I could say at that moment was whoow and aaaah for a couple of minutes.

I had kept my eyes closed all through my "flight" and now realised where I had landed. My head hurt like hell and I kept holding on to it while I tried to sit up. 

At that moment someone brought me my left shoe I had lost because of the blow apparently, although the string had been fastened on double knot. (Can you imagine!)

Some ladies helped me up, sat me down and called an ambulance as my head hurt terribly and the pain spread through my skull and under my eyes where I could feel my teeth hurt as well.  The driver was a little bit in shock and didn't quite know what to do.  Lots of people left the bus at that point to take another 32 that had been driving directly behind this one.

Then the people who stayed behind, started to talk about what happened; how this young girl was saved thanks to the quick reflexes of the driver and then he thawed and started looking around for flying personnel of the bus-company to arrive.  They did, he explained what was wrong and then asked the ladies who helped me up to testify as to what had happened. 

According to their description the young woman had really risked her life by crossing the street just in front of the bus.  She was nowhere to be found by now, so we can only hope she was not hurt in any way.

Then it dawned on me:

Had I not wasted my time with the jewelry >> I would not be on this bus.  Had I not worn this shawl >> I would have held on firmly and this wouldn't have happened.  Had I not heard that sentence in my head >> the bus would not have closed its doors, having had to open them again for me, wasting some time. 

Just enough time not to have been closer to that young woman when she ran across the street.  It felt to me like I had taken over a burden from her.  This had happened to me because I listened to my intuition and that was the reason she was still alive.

It felt good, although my body ached all-over, it felt good, if you see what I mean.

I might have saved her parents from hurt or who knows; she might have been a young mum herself.

The ladies in the bus happened to be of the same department that organised the lessons I was attending, so they asked me my named and suggested calling the teachers for me.  That was a relief.

The ambulance arrived and I was taken to hospital where they diagnosed me with a slight concussion and a probable whiplash. 

At the moment they pushed me through the CT scan I had a slight panic attack and mentally yelled out for my Angel Sylvia! 

Then it felt as if someone talked to me in my head, calming me down, making me pay attention to my breathing and saying: "You're doing just fine Lilith, all is going to be well."  And the voice kept talking to me until I had calmed down and my breathing returned to normal and it looked as if the doctor had waited just as long, for only then did he initiate the scanner.

The doctor prescribed two days off, but I ignored him and went strait back to the computer lessons.  I do not want to miss out on any.

It cost me a whole week of heavy head-aches, but I suppose it was worth it.

04-06-2007 om 00:00 geschreven door Weeping Angel

Stoneshop Pendulum worker

During the week I had the head-aches I spend as much time outside as possible as the classroom with all its computer-radiation didn't really do me any good. And as the weather was hot outside the classroom air felt very suffocating.

So in my urge to get out for fresh air at lunch time, I walked down the street to look at the shops in the neighbourhood of the training center.

I had seen a stone-, and mineral shop in the street many times before, but I never saw it open.

On Friday - when I had another walk at lunch - it happened to be open.  I wondered in as I am fabulously in love with all sorts of stones, even the ones you can find rolling in the street.

There I had this unexpected chance meeting, with the man who ran the shop and who apparently had psychic gifts.

He was very good with the pendulum and gave me a full reading quite unexpectedly, and not even asked for, but well intended apparently (and for FREE !!)

He checked organ by organ and could tell me what organs I had to keep an eye on; liver and spleen for me apparently (I could have known, having a chocolate addiction like mine!) and he could also tell

what stones were good for me; Apatite and Chrysoprase.

He even knew the doctors had prescribed me Glucosamine for my bad knees and I hadn't talked about that (nor even thought about that). He then took a leaflet of nature-products and indicated to me which products I should use. According to him the degree of acidity in my body was too high and I should get rid of that acidity first, in order for the Glucosamine to work faster.

Then he told me that there was someone who was tearing my aura open, leaving me with too little energy to do anything but trying to fetch/mend my own aura again. 

I know the man is right, but my friend (whom this is all about) doesn't want to let go of me.

We had a quarrel on Valentine's day but he kept coming back, until I gave in (see Start of the Synchronicity).

08-06-2007 om 00:00 geschreven door Weeping Angel

More Omens

Now in the meantime much more happened to me.

As the man with the pendulum had told me I needed  Apatite and Chrysoprase, but didn't happen to have any stock of those stones at that moment, I went to look for it elsewhere.

He also told me I had to get some product to diminish the acidity in my body and to that effect he gave me a leaflet with all sorts of Nature products in it.

I didn't like the product he had ticked of for me, but I saw some other product called RESTART.

Now as I am in training to become a computer worker; the word RESTART shot out at me like a perfect match!

It said the product contained Gingko Biloba, Ginseng Root, Selenium, Q-enzym and what more. All this would give me energy, vitality, would help me concentrate and give better memory.

What more could I need?!

I also read about Fenugreek tea, which would help lift the "bloated" feeling I had after meals, even if I only ate two slices of bread. So there I went to get all this.

Synchronicity again

So I went to a Nature Shop in my neighbourhood but unfortunately they didn't have that product. When I left the shop I saw something in their shop window which I hadn't noticed upon entering the shop.

A display with necklaces and bracelets made of semi-precious stones. 

I saw a beautiful necklace of Rock Crystal, which purifies and strengthens by giving energy and a nice bracelet of green and purple coloured Fluoride that is supposed to give me better concentration, a bright mind and a faster understanding.  Hurray, some more help for my computer lessons! 

The Rock Crystal necklace that cost only 12,95 Euro really seemed to call me and on its label it stated not only that it would give energy but also that it was good to face the challenges of life. Just what I needed.  As the bracelet wasn't very expensive 5,95 Euro, I bought both of them for less than 20 Euro.

Then I went in town to find some more Nature-shops. I missed the proper tramstop and went one stop too far, realising I came close to another shop which is called "The little Prince".  This is a book-and-stone shop run by a very kind and patient lady. She helped me find a nice piece of Chrysoprase for a mere 3 Euro. In the pocket it went.

Then I went to the shop I intended going to in the first place. She had the RESTART product and the Fenugreek tea but unfortunately she never heard of tea from the Tea Tree (something else I had wanted to buy).  She knew the oil - which I already had - but had no knowledge of tea being made of that tree. It set her thinking, as it is rather silly that you couldn't get tea from a Tea Tree... She would ask her tea supplier next time.

Believe it or not but the necklace seemed to work wonders. Already the very next day I felt like dressing up all in white and it made me feel "pure" inside.  I carried the Chrysoprase with me all day and when I was at home I managed to carry it on my skin, where my liver is supposed to be.

On Wednesday I had a breakdown in class and started crying. When my fellow students got on to my skin saying: "I ought to do this and I ought to do that and I ought to become tougher...."

I got fed up with it all !!

I do not HAVE to do anything, and I certainly do not want to become tougher, it would be much better if the rest of the world would become a bit softer, then less aggression, violence and verbal abuse would happen, but how do you get that through their thick skulls?!

Only later did I realize the rock crystal helped me purify on the inside and that this would happen by means of tears was just one possibility.

I remember an Indian saying: "Tears wash away grief".

The tears had more to do with my love life coming to an end, than with the problems at hand in the computer class, but I couldn't tell yet that very Wednesday.

I hope this crying will al be over soon.

09-06-2007 om 00:00 geschreven door Weeping Angel

12-06-2007 om 00:00 geschreven door Weeping Angel

Break Up

Sylvia kept giving me good advice and supported me from afar.

She had told me that a simple NO was the best answer to people like my friend who cling on.

So when my friend came back from a trip abroad, I told him all about the events that took place in his absence and also told him about the Pendulum-man talking about the "ripping of the aura".

And then he went furious and we had words and he walked out again.

The very next morning he wanted to argue with me on the phone, but I simply said there was no point as to me this was final.  A long silence fell on the other side at which I wished him a good day (I didn't even mean it sarcastically - I really meant well) and hooked up the phone.

I truly hope it will end here, for this is mentally sóóóó tiring that it eats away my energy.

No wonder I feel week and am at the brink of crying so often.

I suppose this was the HEAVY DOOR, I had to open on my own.  It was a heavy task for sure.

I hope a period of peace and quiet will come now.  A period in which I can calm down and heal from the wounds of wrong love. I sincerely hope I will recognize true love when I see it in future and that I can use the force of love to help others.

And most of all I do not want to get hurt each time I try to do good.  I'll burn a candle for that in a moment.

15-06-2007 om 00:00 geschreven door Weeping Angel