What happened to me?
What happened to me?
What happened to me during a web mediums online course is that I had waited for ten years to finally appear? I'm close to sharing it with you. Why I waited for ten years? Because the official course was cancelled and there was no other offer. I was close to sharing information I had experienced from the one's point of view. I'd never considered going direct through paranormal phenomena.
That thought was way off my list of interests. My joy was great, and I would do the course immediately. I was unresponsive and almost invisible to my relations for the next few days. I wanted to record everything and ensure I didn't skip any information. I was focused on each video and word said for days in my bedroom.
Well, there was also a question I needed to answer at the top of the course. I lost track of days and time as I raised my head from the PC. Night had filled the space with its dark cover, and every family member was deep asleep while cigarette smoke awakened my attention.
I was on my bed with my laptop. It was late and I assumed the night had fallen. I was wondering where that smoke come from? HM, my bedroom window was closed and nobody smoked in the family. I placed the PC to the side, got out of my bed, and went to the kitchen to see if anybody was awake. I checked the time; it was already 3:00 am. I was walking from one room to another, also going outdoors to ascertain if somebody would be smoking there.
I noticed that the further I moved away from my bedroom, the less cigarette smoke became. HM, I was annoyed about being disturbed at the top of the course. Who dared? I suddenly knew. That smoke was so familiar: my father shot through my head. Oh no, How dare you come so near. I forbid you ever to return to me ever again. Am I clear?
The smell of the smoke fated away. I returned to the remainder of the course on hold; it was expecting me. The end of the last video was closer, I assumed. Ten minutes later, the course ended, I was asked to fill out the assessment and sent it back. Oh, man. This was a moment when I regretted that I had sent my father's spirit away as I was reading about the past life expected as an assessment. I hadn't had a conversation with a spirit for quite a time, and I had sent the only fresh opportunity out the door with no return.
Well, that went down like cream. What now? I want that reading. I didn’t just like the idea of my father's spirit around me or close to me, but I need that reading from the one that was willing to supply me with a connection? I called upon Archangel Azrael, the death angel. We will get there, but not just yet. I'll talk more about it during a series of miracles.
Let's revisit the experience: I explained my situation physically to the angelic realm; I explained it energetically, but it is not necessary that they know before you create the thought of what you would like. The energy of my past father was guided back for the reading.
There was a flash of an energy field that opened to form the connection. This portal was open for a short time and would close as fast as it had opened. Gratefully, I was ready to conclude , the course and therefore, the assessment with an email sent to “whom it may concern”.
If you got or had an experience like this or similar, or you recognize someone who did, mention it. Find others that have had a similar or the same experience. Learn more about it instead of trying to shut it out of your life, which you cannot. You will be surprised what proportion of information you will learn about yourself.
If you have nobody to talk to about paranormal phenomena, you are heartily welcome to share your story with me. I would love to listen to your story.