tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997452011653892014.post3860391634315263422..comments2023-05-27T05:05:21.005-04:00Comments on The Higher Voice: Describing the IndescribableOreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18230423027873129535noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997452011653892014.post-2555794345918963332011-05-30T10:58:34.875-04:002011-05-30T10:58:34.875-04:00David, the best way I can explain this is to tell ...David, the best way I can explain this is to tell you that there are alternate realities. We are all familiar with this one, but there are others that are less common, but no less real. It can be a stretch for those of us who are brought up in this western, science-worshiping culture to accept or believe this, but I have had ample verification that the experiences and information that come my way are real. <br /><br />These vary from the mundane, like driving help, to the unusual. For example, many, many years ago, early in my psychic opening, I was in heavy traffic and needed to get over from the right lane to the crowded left lane to make a turn. I was going to say I heard a voice, but I'm not sure I did. Somehow, I got the thought that I should proceed, and in a half block, there would be an opening for me to move over. And that's exactly what happened. <br /><br />Then there was a time, also long ago, when my sister and I were both actively practicing shamanism. I don't remember all of the details, but for some reason, we set up a time where we would both journey simultaneously, and we would switch power animals for the duration, then return them to each other. I don't recall which animal I sent, but I sent a "normal" sized critter, and it returned as big as my house! I called my sister and said, "What did you do to my animal, he's huge!" And she responded with surprise, "Oh, I thought he changed size all the time!" <br /><br />Real, verifiable results in a different reality. <br /><br />I promise you, I was not only awake, but alert. And Ginger must have been fed somehow, because she was so laid back about her breakfast, whereas today she all but mugged me for feeding her too slowly, and she ate her last meal much later last night than the night the power went out. She should have been ravenous. <br /><br />This may have been a once in a lifetime experience. It's not run of the mill for me by any measure. My sister has had a number of really cool experiences, all totally different. I admit to having been jealous at times. She calls these kinds of things, "carrots for the donkey." That is, motivation for the spiritual aspirant to keep them going. I'll have to ask her if she would do a guest spot here to talk about some of her "Carrot" experiences. Or anything else, for that matter.Oreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18230423027873129535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-997452011653892014.post-63101965382626517122011-05-29T21:23:17.113-04:002011-05-29T21:23:17.113-04:00That's a very surreal experience, it leaves me...That's a very surreal experience, it leaves me to wonder if you were in a deep state of sleep or if you actually journeyed to this magical place. The details in your story are so rich and precise that it seems you traveled to that special place. It's interesting how Ginger was less hungry as if God had fed her while you were away. Wish we had the answers to life, I'd love to be whisked away like that. Would love to hear more!! Thanks for sharing!!Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06410839514624429792noreply@blogger.com