How To Become A Psychic

Posted by Astral Projection Team on 07, March 2011 with 13 Comments

 We all know and accept that microscopic organisms exist. Even though we can’t see them with the naked eye, we have either seen them ourselves through a microscope or see photographs taken of them. Although most of us haven’t had the opportunity to explore the world of subatomic particles, we trust that the physicists who study them know what they’re talking about. When it comes to psychic phenomena, though, unless we’ve experienced it firsthand, we are skeptical. This has always been the case with me, at least. I was the ultimate skeptic until I was forced by some remarkable experiences in my early twenties to face the fact that there are realities beyond those that our five senses can see and that science is yet to uncover.

Years went by after those initial experiences and over time I lost interest in the subject of the paranormal. Being a practical person, I focused my attention on my work and my growing family and put the paranormal on the back burner. I also remained skeptical about all the psychics and spiritual healers who were cropping up everywhere I turned. It seemed like half of my neighbor’s wives were becoming Reiki practitioners, Tarot readers or spiritual healers. Yes, I know that sounds sexist, but in my part of the world, at least, what I called the “fad” of spirituality that followed in the wake of films like “What the Bleep!” and books and videos like “The Secret” was primarily a female one. Then something happened and once again I was forced to re-evaluate my prejudices.

In 2004 I was trying to enjoy a vacation on Bali, but an old back injury was making it impossible to get the most out of my vacation. Every day as I hobbled from my hotel room down to the beach, I passed a storefront with a big hand painted sign that read “Spiritual Healing” and every day my reaction was the same: “What a hoax!” I said to myself as I hobbled along. Then one morning I though, “What’s there to loose? If it works, it works; if it doesn’t, it doesn’t.”

After the proprietor gave me an examination which consisted of nothing more than poking around my belly with his fingers and then correctly diagnosing the fact that I had a prolapsed disc in my lower back, I wasn’t impressed. He could have noticed that just from my posture when I walked in the door. He recommended a special Balinese massage instead of a psychic healing. An assistant came and administered the “massage,” which was the most excruciatingly painful treatment I have ever received. When it was over, the owner came back and recommended I drink a liter of water, go back to my room, sleep and come back the next day. He needn’t have told me. I finished off two liters of water, fell into bed and went into a virtual coma for several hours.

When I awoke, I felt refreshed and my back felt better than it had felt in years. I went surfing the next morning and actually fell off on my first wave because I got to my feet so much faster than I was accustomed to. Although after I left the healer’s studio I was thinking I probably would not follow up on his final advice and go in for another treatment, I couldn’t wait to see him again.

This time, the spiritual healer suggested a different treatment. He told me I had some deep psychic scars that needed healing if my back was going to stay healed. I was now open minded enough to listen to him and allowed him to use the technique of his choosing. He told me to lie down on my back, close my eyes and relax. He put on some soothing Balinese music and “went to work.”

I had been told to keep my eyes closed no matter what happened. That was difficult, because nothing was happening! I assumed he was there because I hadn’t heard him leave, but he wasn’t touching me. After ten minutes or so, I started seeing pulsing red light in front of my closed eyes, as if someone was shining a strobe light. In fact, that’s what I assumed he was doing, though I couldn’t imagine why. This went on for several minutes before my curiosity got the better of me and I took a peek. All the healer was doing was standing over me with his hands hovering about six inches above my solar plexus. There was no strobe light. There were no pulsing lights of any description, even from outside my cubicle. I quickly closed my eyes again and after quieting my mind, saw the flashing red light again. It slowly faded, as if the “strobe light” was getting dimmer. When it finally vanished, as if on cue, the healer said the session was over and told me to just lie down and relax for a little while before I left.

I had spent a lot of money on back specialists, chiropractors and physiotherapists over the years before I met this healer and none of them had really helped. My two one hour sessions with a traditional Balinese masseur and spiritual healer did more for my physical and emotional health than all of those Western doctors and practitioners combined. I’m not a skeptic anymore.

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