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Inner Voice
15/02/10 18:37
We live and we die. That's a great conclusion and sometimes we have enough of the live bit to feel ready for the die bit. As this die bit is considered by some to be eternal then it's a good idea to cram a lot of life in during the years you can still do it while self propelled and motivated. The die bit is quite scary and how the light fades from your eyes causes great concern. Will it be a long, slow and painful illness? Will it be self motivated? An exciting moment gone wrong?
As we wait to find out what happens to that light we can only guess by what information has come our way and our own inner voice. It was a few years ago when my inner voice spoke. Yep, it did. It wasn't a speaking voice as such or even words - it was a feeling, a knowing, a familiarity. And the occasion? I was in the vaults of the south bridge in Edinburgh.
It was a ghost walk in the Blair Street vaults part way down the Royal Mile in the old area of Edinburgh. The tour guide went on at length about the ghosts and horror that took place down in the down arched rooms. I could see by the expression on people's faces that they were uncomfortable being in the darkness and hearing tales of poltergeist activity. Nervous flicks of eyes that tried to look calm yet hoping to see all around them for the approaching ghoul.
But I didn't have any of this. It was strange. I felt comfortable and 'at home'. It was though I could be left alone in these bare-brick caverns and feel as though I'd returned from a day at work. I hung back from the tour crowd who hung and the every telling word of the guide and although I could hear him, I was busy absorbing the familiarity of the rooms. Why? I stood there perplexed to this feeling. I wanted to be sensing a touch of fear like the rest of the crowd - getting my moneys-worth of scare. What I got was something far more interesting.
On my return I looked at various regression therapists who advertised their services. But they all wanted to know health details and why I wanted it. Was it for depression, health reasons etc? All I wanted was to find out if I did exist in another life, down in the dark vaults with the other poor souls of old Edinburgh. I didn't want to tell them anything about it in case they used this information to tell me what I wanted to hear rather than it come out 'in another way'.
So I'm none the wiser. I still believe you live then you die. The energy we use in our living bodies fades into the earth and we are no more. Would regression have changed this outlook? Possibly.
I'd like to hear your stories or comments if you have any on this subject.
Lee
It was a ghost walk in the Blair Street vaults part way down the Royal Mile in the old area of Edinburgh. The tour guide went on at length about the ghosts and horror that took place down in the down arched rooms. I could see by the expression on people's faces that they were uncomfortable being in the darkness and hearing tales of poltergeist activity. Nervous flicks of eyes that tried to look calm yet hoping to see all around them for the approaching ghoul.
But I didn't have any of this. It was strange. I felt comfortable and 'at home'. It was though I could be left alone in these bare-brick caverns and feel as though I'd returned from a day at work. I hung back from the tour crowd who hung and the every telling word of the guide and although I could hear him, I was busy absorbing the familiarity of the rooms. Why? I stood there perplexed to this feeling. I wanted to be sensing a touch of fear like the rest of the crowd - getting my moneys-worth of scare. What I got was something far more interesting.
On my return I looked at various regression therapists who advertised their services. But they all wanted to know health details and why I wanted it. Was it for depression, health reasons etc? All I wanted was to find out if I did exist in another life, down in the dark vaults with the other poor souls of old Edinburgh. I didn't want to tell them anything about it in case they used this information to tell me what I wanted to hear rather than it come out 'in another way'.
So I'm none the wiser. I still believe you live then you die. The energy we use in our living bodies fades into the earth and we are no more. Would regression have changed this outlook? Possibly.
I'd like to hear your stories or comments if you have any on this subject.
Lee