I Met a Medium – and This is What I Wrote!
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First was an image of a man alone and contorted in pain.
I met a medium recently. Found myself having breakfast with him. And this turned out to be a really interesting experience.
I’m not religious but I’m open to all kinds of possibilities. After all isn’t over 80% of the universe made up of dark matter or something like that?
Something we can’t detect to capture a whole lot of everything.
So I was talking to this medium, let’s call him Paul. Because that was his name.
And the conversation moved through this and that, astrology and fire signs and all kinds of stuff. And I mentioned at one point that me and my daughter, we share the same birth date.
And he said, “Ah, you’re air people.”
Air people!
I love that.
Anyway, he said “Air people can be either like a gentle breeze or a real force of nature.”
I laughed.
That’s me and my daughter, all right.
And then we got on to writing and journaling, morning pages and all that kind of thing. And I mentioned that I do gratitude journaling lasting at night before I go to sleep.
And I also mentioned that, you know, sometimes I ask my dad for advice or guidance and that kind of thing, and he died a few years ago.
I don’t know if this is something I believe, you know, that he’s out there somewhere.
But all that dark matter…
There’s only so much energy in the universe. Who knows?
Anyway, Paul made a suggestion. He said, “say this to yourself: ‘Show me a life I’ve lived before.’ And then you meditate for five minutes. When you open your eyes, you write whatever’s in your mind.”
And I’ve got to tell you, the result was pretty dramatic.
So here we go. This is what I saw.
The first was an image of a man, alone and contorted in pain.
It was like a photograph, a still image.
He had dark hair.
I don’t know if that was me. Could be.
And then I’m with a young woman. She’s in her late 20s maybe.
We’re in a barn. There’s lots of hay.
She’s wearing a blue and white checked pinafore dress.
We’re scared.
We’re hiding.
Someone’s coming.
In my mind, I’m feeling like soldiers.
We don’t want to be separated, but I have to go.
I feel like we’ve had some kind of romantic relationship.
She steers me towards the door.
She’s glancing back.
Someone’s coming.
“You must go,” she says.
I’m wearing a green uniform.
I feel like it’s like World War Two army or something like that.
I also got an image of a church or it might have been a castle.
A stained glass window.
A steam train hooted.
I also got an image of a harbour.
There were no people, but it was a small working port like a French fishing village, something like that. Dark grey buildings made of big blocks of stone and cold grey water, still water.
There was a tension in the air.
And that was what I got after asking myself, show me a life I’ve lived before.
It was fragments but they were really quite vivid.
And there was a genuine emotional charge.
It was really quite distinct.
So what was this?
Some kind of dream?
Something I made up?
Images from a life I’ve lived before?
I have no idea.
What do you think about all this?
If you try it, let me know, because I’m really interested in what you see, if anything.
I think the technique is very similar to morning pages.
You don’t think, you just see what comes out.
If you give it a try let me know in the comments, OK?
I’d love to know.
Let me know what you think about mediums and the afterlife or whatever.
I’m intrigued by all that.
The universe and all this dark matter.
Who knows?
I’m a published novelist, writer, editor and Royal Literary Fund Writing Fellow with 30 years’ experience across business, fiction, other non-fiction, scriptwriting and education.
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