Mediumistic Practice with Cecil

 A few weeks ago I started a practice requesting any willing spirit to practice with me. In this exercise, I tried something new for me. In many questions I asked the spirit, I did in a multiple choice format. I would ask the question and see which answer the spirit would select based on the feeling I would get about the answers. With other questions I interpreted the emotions as I usually do. 

So when I detected a presence, I started to ask questions.

I asked for a name. 

I initially got Celce, then Cici, and later finally, Cecil.

Market by EC Holm

I asked for gender and posed man or woman. I got man. 

I asked living or dead. I got dead. Of course I got dead, but I was making sure. Sort of double checking myself.

Then I asked if he was in the light or not. I got in the light.

Then I was about to ask his age, but I realized that this wouldn't readily work in a multiple choice format.

So I asked are you young, middle, or old? I got middle.

Then to narrow it down, I asked if he was in his 20s, 30s, or 40s? Historically 40 was actually considered old. I had no idea what era this fellow was from. The answer I got was 20s.

Then I asked if he was a student or a worker. I got a worker.

Then I asked if he was white collar or blue collar and I had to explain those terms because I got a perplexing response back. So after a rather lengthy explanation, I got blue collar or laborer.

Then I stopped that line of questioning and asked to be taken on a tour of a day in his life. 

I experienced a bustling open air market place by the docks. He was wearing a heavy apron. 

Then I lost the connection because I think my brain just got tired out. 

So the other day, I reconnected with Cecil in another practice session. I started asking questions where we left off.

I asked him to show me where we left off, at the market. 

I smelled fish. I asked, "Do you sell fish?" I used my multiple choice format for some of these questions like this one. He indicated yes. 

I asked, "Are you selling fish?" He indicated no.

I asked, "What are you selling this day?" He said, "Meat."

I asked, "Do you own the store?" He indicated no.

Then I asked, "What happens?" He said, "I die."

I said, "Show me."

Then I felt the sadness and the crying. I asked, "Why do you cry, Cecil?"

He said, "She left me."

I asked, "Who?"

He said, "Fiona."

I asked, "How did you die?"

He said, "I hung a ham wrong. I bent over and it dropped on my head breaking my neck. It was pretty quick. An unfortunate accident."

I asked, "Did this happen because you were sad?" He indicated yes. 

I asked, "Do you blame Fiona?" He indicated no.

I asked, "What year did this happen?" He indicated the 1930s.

My last question was, "Will you reincarnate?" He indicated yes.

I thanked him for showing me his story.

I found this experience to be rewarding in that I was able to connect and communicate with a spirit that had crossed over. I also got some good detail using the multiple choice format. The problem with this format is that it took a long time and my brain got tired so I lost the connection. That's why I had to do a second session. In all, Cecil was a great sport and very helpful. He was kind to show me his world. I did feel I was at the market in his shoes so to speak. 

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Mediumistic Practice - Coffin Waking

 I did a practice session where I opened up and invited any spirit to practice with me. Here is what I got.

After a misstart, I felt comfort like I was on a cushion, a pink cushion. Then I realized I was encased, a coffin.

I felt panic and unsure sensations. "Get out!" was the cry I wanted to say. I couldn't. Then heavy breathing came. Then nothing. It was over.

Coffin by EC Holm

I asked the spirit for a name. I got Stacey. I asked for her age. I got 41. She volunteered that she was a heart attack victim, and that she woke up in the coffin. 

I thanked her for sharing the experience.

You might have imagined that this was a nerve wracking experience. I'm sure for Stacey it was a terrifying experience. For me it wasn't. I felt things step by step fully aware of my own safety and at the same time experiencing glimpses of hers.

Bargain for Brother

BARGAIN FOR BROTHER

Sweet.

Death.

Why you?

Why not me?

Man!

(cinquain in fibonacci syllabic sequence)

In Memoriam Christian Holm

My brother, Christian Holm, passed away on July 22nd 2015 at night. He died not like he lived his life or I should say not the way he was treated. He died peacefully. He was never one to fight back. You see, he was abused verbally and physically by his father. I really don't know how he dealt with it. The outcome was that he determined not to treat anyone like that. He was kind and gentle. He would also listen. He would listen to anyone who had trouble.

If you looked at him, you would not conclude that success was a thing he had mastered. He even had doubts and regrets about his lack of 'success' as we like to commonly define it. Success, I think, can be measured in many ways. He was never without friends. He was very successful at making and keeping friends. I believe it's because he provided them with and openness they rarely see.

Yes, my brother was a strong person, but you'd never know it. He was a student of philosophies and religions. In the end he found his faith, a personal victory by any measure.

He was the author of a blog called Homelessness for Stupid People. In it he told of the things he saw and experienced while homeless. Earlier in life he served in the Coast Guard. I always remember the incident he had to cover about a ship that ran aground into the back yard of a lady in Florida, spectacular. He also worked in the 3D imagery field for a while. The job he enjoyed most was being a Farrier. He loved working with horses. He loved their company, and he loved horse people.

You could always count on him to tell a good story.

This is my good bye to him and farewell. I wish him a bon voyage on his travels.