Had a couple of interesting things happen in class the tonight. The first dealt with how I did some bodywork. The other had to do with the visitor that popped in (and I mean popped in).
The teacher had chosen one of us to be on the table so she could demonstrate what to do with a subject laying on their side. She showed us something, and then had each of us do it on her subject.
One of the moves dealt with massaging the neck. Each person did a little to try to feel what was happening and deciding on what to do. When it was my turn, something happened inside me, and I put my hand on her neck and closed my eyes. At first my subject looked and was surprised that it was me, the touch was so gentle. Next, I started moving my fingers and just zoning in on the moves that needed to be done, and the places that needed to be worked. The teacher noted to the class that I was feeling the areas.
Actually, I was intuiting the areas. I was locating by 6th sense only, what I needed to do. Again I was doing what I should be doing, letting everything go that did not need to be there, and being a healer. There is actual beauty in being in this moment. To be locating a problem that someone has, and bearing one’s full abilities (or what one is allowed to do) on healing. It was a great feeling. I think I am finally coming back.
The class then partnered up, and since one student had been sent home sick, I was left without a partner (as is the norm in these situations). The teacher told me I could float around. At one point she saw me sitting, watching one couple, and must have felt I was bored and not wanting to be there. She told me I could go home if I wanted to, but I didn’t. I was watching the one girl giving and learning from what she was doing. I keep saying, one should be able to learn from all that they work on, and that works on them. But one should also be able to learn from even the newest of students. There is something everywhere.
When they switched, I was watching what the other one was doing. It is very interesting. The teacher came to watch them after the switch to see how this person was reading the other’s body. She made the comment that she needed to learn to feel the body. She then told her that I read the subject’s body when I work on them, but that to start out, she needed to feel it.
I thought that was an interesting comment. I guess in a way, I do read the body. But the way I ‘read’ it is to intuit it. In a sense (and that seems to be the operative word) I pick up things form it which direct my actions. This is a little bit different than feeling it with my hand to see where the problems are. I actually sense it.
Ok, ok... the mysterious visitor. While I was watching these two work on each other, I kept seeing shadows on the open door to the room. As movement catches the eye, I could only see it out of the corner of my eye. My peripheral vision was picking it up, but when I looked right at it, I could see nothing. (I have seen this happen once before when I helped a friend move. We kept watching outside in the yard, and kept seeing something move with our peripheral vision. When we looked at it, there was nothing.) the same thing was happening here.
I scanned the area and found another source of energy in the room with all of us. I couldn’t see anything, even when I unfocused my eyes. I energized and astral projected in the room. It took me a bit to stabilize myself, but I finally got inside the projection and looked around. I saw an energy figure about where I had located it a moment before. As soon as I looked at it, it disappeared.
I sent my projection out walking the halls and looking around. I went up and down one hallway (there are only two), and found nothing. I went through the other, and ended up in the school’s owner’s office. There, I saw a man sitting in the chair with his feet up on the desk. The best I can describe him was to say he was an older man, balding, or with short gray hair. He was smiling, but then he seemed startled, and then disappeared again.
I have never seen anything like that before. I can’t imagine why he was startled. I may not be handsome, but I can’t be so ugly I scared a ghost. Or can I? I know, I am the mighty ghostbuster come to send him off. And if you believe that one, I have some nice swamp land near here to sell you (after all look what Cape Canaveral did with theirs).
My impression was that the spirit was not there to harm anyone. He was simply watching. I feel that he was earthbound, but either was afraid, or didn’t want to go to the light. I felt he may have left because I would have told him to do so. I don’t know for sure. This is just the impression I am left with.
Now, did I tell anyone there that the place is haunted? I may be crazy, but I’m not that crazy. I’ll tell it here. But I am not sure I will ever mention it to anyone there.
What will I do if he shows up again. I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll try to say hi. Wish me luck.