It was a very strange night talking with Jessica on Instant Messenger (IM). All of a sudden she told me that I needed to teach her something. My mind did its usual thing, it went blank.
I asked her what I should teach her, and she didn’t know. Something prompted her to tell me to teach her something, but neither of us knew what. She said the words just popped into her head and she typed them. This went back and for the for a while, and when neither of us could come up with anything, we went one.
Then at some point she said that tomorrow would be a good day to teach her something. I verified this with her, and she said that today would be a good day too. Hmmm. I closed my eyes and looked at her chakras. They were all spinning in a clockwise direction, which is a goods thing. Her third eye (in the center of her forehead which is for insight) was wide open.
Neither of us knew what she needed to be taught or why. So, we again talked about other things. This went on for a few moments. And the she suddenly asked if I was ok. I told her yes, and asked why she inquired. She said that she just felt cold. Her right arm was getting cold, and her left shoulder. I had just picked up a up of something cold. If she had been tuning into me, her hand should have been cold, but it wasn’t. She did however, feel a tingling on top of her hand.
I knew that something was trying to tell her something, but I didn’t know what. All of a sudden it hit me, and my expression was something less than printable. I realized that something, or someone wanted her to write something, or to write something through her. I gave her basic instruction on automatic writing.
Automatic writing is where one allows a spirit to come in and se your body to write. ‘Comes in’ is probably a bad term. You give them control of your arm and hand. You have a pen or some other writing implement, and something to write on. You then let yourself trance a little, letting the spirit write its message on the paper. It helps if you start by moving the pen a little.
As she started to let go, the pen wrote “That’s”. Now, she was doing this with her eyes closed. She thought that maybe she had thought that, but that was not the case. What came out may not make much sense, but here it is… Thespian responsibility speak Jessica, and then the “that’s” turned into Thanks.
Now, neither of us have a clue what this meant, but the urging stopped. That says to me that what needed to be written, was. It may not make any sense to us, or it may not right now. It may some day, or it may make sense to someone else.
Wow. It took her guides and mine to get together to get what she needed. And the funny thing is that we still don’t know why it did, or the meaning for it. But she got the training she needed, even though we couldn’t figure it out at first.
Kay, my teacher once told us how she used to close her eyes at lunch when she was working at this one job. When she reopened them, there was text on a page. She was talking about having this put into a book. I don’t know whether she ever did or not.
She taught her classes this. When I tried it, I could connect to the guides, but couldn’t let go of the arm. When you’re a control freak, it is very difficult to give up control, especially of body parts.
Oh well, another mystery somewhat solved thanks to the prodding of the spirit plane. I feel like I was on an old time game show. So, will our next guest spirit please sign in.