Meditarot
This was my second time participating to a medium event. It happened a few days ago. There were different people gathered, and one medium, whom had educated herself professionally on the topic, delivering messages.
The medium event was about half way through, when kind of a strange thing happened.
As I was exhaling through my nose, I had a strange sensation, like a rose oil-like perfume was being held below my nose. It was quite faint, but I smelled it always while exhaling outwards (not inwards). Imagine kind of a cloudy pink mist coming out of my nose while exhaling outwards, "that" kind of a perfume smell.
It was a weird feeling and I wasn't sure whether I imagined it or whether it was something else.
While this had gone on for about 5 minutes, the female medium contacted me from the front.
She said my grandfather had contacted her and followed to depict somewhat accurately my deceased grandfather's home place. It wasn't all accurate, but it wasn't a complete hit & miss either. Sometimes she needed a little nodge from me.
"This.. I'm sensing that [thing x]."
Me: "Well, there was a [thing y]."
"Oh yes, that was what I meant."
She did depict the correct bloodline too (which bloodline of my parent's he represented)
I didn't really know what to think of it, and then the medium continued on to the actual message.
And this one was where I went really confused, because the message which the person told didn't really sound at times like it would've come from my grandfather's mouth.
When he, before death, had the habit of saying to me at times, "I'll tell you, you just burn those study books of yours and move here to my place. You'll make a good place to live here, and I'll teach you the ways of the forest." He was of course partially joking, but he partially meant what he said too.
He cared about me and after all, he was always a very practical man and didn't like theoretical stuff.
Now the woman told me that he was encouraging me to continue my studies and "develop my techniques". This I didn't really understand. Develop my studying techniques, or these tarot reading techniques which I had recently developed? (He was a man who liked mystical things too, and had lots of stories around it. Still, he was no tarot reader or a divinator, but simply a story teller).
Also, the lady went on to mention my issues with relationships, and how I could make them more positive (By developing my heart energy and by emitting more light around me. Right now I was an "open/closed" type of a person - which was partially right, I admit.
But at times it simply felt like it was more the lady giving advices, than my grandfather.
Then she said that my grandfather would make his best efforts that I would confront some good people in the near future.
This was where I also went quite baffled.
I had imagined my grandfather as the old, practical, wise and joking man sitting at his rocking chair.
Now he's some sort of a guardian creature, who goes about the world and affects in things?
I went into kind of a poker face, but I didn't know whether I would just simply walk outside to think on it, or stay in order to make my respects.
But it did felt partially comforting that the lady depicted him now as healthy, and that this man was "immensely happy to see me here, and that I was the only one (of my bloodline) to do this kind of a thing. (to go to a medium event in order to make contact).
In the end, the lady simply had to end the contact, even though the man would've liked to just continue on and on. He was so happy about the whole thing, and wished me to come again some time."
After the event I was, not only baffled but also exhausted. My close but deceased grandfather had "contacted" me, but I had not truly recognized my grandfather through the medium.
I just couldn't be sure whether it was him or not.
Different thoughts went in my head;
Was I contacted? She did depict some things quite accurately after all.
But why was the message so weird then, not necessarily sounding like from my grandfather?
He was happy to see me, that I could've imagined well, but at times it just didn't seem right.
And if the whole thing was fake, then how..
One thing was sure, I couldn't tell people about it. It felt too absurd for even myself, let alone for my relatives or my family.
Perhaps I'll visit the event some other time again, perhaps I'll try to forge my own way.
But it was an unique experience to say the least.
The medium event was about half way through, when kind of a strange thing happened.
As I was exhaling through my nose, I had a strange sensation, like a rose oil-like perfume was being held below my nose. It was quite faint, but I smelled it always while exhaling outwards (not inwards). Imagine kind of a cloudy pink mist coming out of my nose while exhaling outwards, "that" kind of a perfume smell.
It was a weird feeling and I wasn't sure whether I imagined it or whether it was something else.
While this had gone on for about 5 minutes, the female medium contacted me from the front.
She said my grandfather had contacted her and followed to depict somewhat accurately my deceased grandfather's home place. It wasn't all accurate, but it wasn't a complete hit & miss either. Sometimes she needed a little nodge from me.
"This.. I'm sensing that [thing x]."
Me: "Well, there was a [thing y]."
"Oh yes, that was what I meant."
She did depict the correct bloodline too (which bloodline of my parent's he represented)
I didn't really know what to think of it, and then the medium continued on to the actual message.
And this one was where I went really confused, because the message which the person told didn't really sound at times like it would've come from my grandfather's mouth.
When he, before death, had the habit of saying to me at times, "I'll tell you, you just burn those study books of yours and move here to my place. You'll make a good place to live here, and I'll teach you the ways of the forest." He was of course partially joking, but he partially meant what he said too.
He cared about me and after all, he was always a very practical man and didn't like theoretical stuff.
Now the woman told me that he was encouraging me to continue my studies and "develop my techniques". This I didn't really understand. Develop my studying techniques, or these tarot reading techniques which I had recently developed? (He was a man who liked mystical things too, and had lots of stories around it. Still, he was no tarot reader or a divinator, but simply a story teller).
Also, the lady went on to mention my issues with relationships, and how I could make them more positive (By developing my heart energy and by emitting more light around me. Right now I was an "open/closed" type of a person - which was partially right, I admit.
But at times it simply felt like it was more the lady giving advices, than my grandfather.
Then she said that my grandfather would make his best efforts that I would confront some good people in the near future.
This was where I also went quite baffled.
I had imagined my grandfather as the old, practical, wise and joking man sitting at his rocking chair.
Now he's some sort of a guardian creature, who goes about the world and affects in things?
I went into kind of a poker face, but I didn't know whether I would just simply walk outside to think on it, or stay in order to make my respects.
But it did felt partially comforting that the lady depicted him now as healthy, and that this man was "immensely happy to see me here, and that I was the only one (of my bloodline) to do this kind of a thing. (to go to a medium event in order to make contact).
In the end, the lady simply had to end the contact, even though the man would've liked to just continue on and on. He was so happy about the whole thing, and wished me to come again some time."
After the event I was, not only baffled but also exhausted. My close but deceased grandfather had "contacted" me, but I had not truly recognized my grandfather through the medium.
I just couldn't be sure whether it was him or not.
Different thoughts went in my head;
Was I contacted? She did depict some things quite accurately after all.
But why was the message so weird then, not necessarily sounding like from my grandfather?
He was happy to see me, that I could've imagined well, but at times it just didn't seem right.
And if the whole thing was fake, then how..
One thing was sure, I couldn't tell people about it. It felt too absurd for even myself, let alone for my relatives or my family.
Perhaps I'll visit the event some other time again, perhaps I'll try to forge my own way.
But it was an unique experience to say the least.