Astral Travel: A Series
One of my intentions for 2023 is to deepen and develop my skills as a medium.
Identifying as a psychic is a challenging step, because nothing about the practice is real in the sense of our lives as humans on this planet. Here, in this time and place, we have decided that reality is what can be determined from the rigorous testing of the scientific method. This is how things are explained.
What I do, however, can’t be rationally explained. It is really scary to learn to work with deep intuition when serving other people. Being a medium can be like learning to drive — you’re not sure what you’re doing and you don’t want to hurt yourself or anyone else in the process. If you run your own car into a pole it’s not as big of a deal as if you injure your passenger. Once I became a professional medium, I felt an ethical obligation to refine my skills to the highest and most reliable degree possible.
Even though I can’t explain how I perform my psychic readings, I know they are helpful and accurate based on the feedback of my clients. I was as shocked as anyone when I started to get accurate hits about names, dates, and places in regards to people’s ancestry. I wish I could tell you how I do it. I only know my own methods for accessing the astral and what has worked for me, and so I try to practice those methods on a regular basis.
I have been using what I would call “astral travel” techniques to visit places in the past based on what my guides want to show me. Each night, I do about 15-20 minutes of meditation and ask my guides to show me something from the past that I could verify in the historical record. For example, I might be taken to a battlefield in South Carolina and see a scene from wartime, and then be able to research that yes, there was a battle in this location during the Civil War.
After my visions, I take some notes or just file away the images mentally and then research them later as I have time. This is intended to be a series where I share some of these travels.
A few nights ago, I was taken immediately to France. I heard the word “Bastille” and saw a scene of warfare with men fighting with bayonets and cannons in the mud. But this was just to set the scene. Pretty soon I was in a monastery and saw frantic and panicked monks running through the halls trying to preserve wheels of cheese! The takeaway I got was that, during the French revolution, monks were responsible for saving their literal cheese culture from destruction.
Eager to learn more, I did some research. It turns out that, during the late 1700s, cheese in France was highly political. Monks, who had long mastered the art of cheesemaking, taught the trade to the landowning class. In turn, there was a tax or tithe collected by the church. Eventually, the burden of taxation by the landowning and “ecclesiastic class” contributed to the unrest that would result in revolution.
Interestingly,
For testimony of the importance of cheese to the French, one merely has to look to the history of the Revolution to find that the cheeses that were made in the monasteries were spared while the monasteries were destroyed. -The Cheese Traveller
Although I would probably have to read a book about French Cheese to get all the details, it seems that cheese culture was spared while the religious institutions that created them were not. During my astral travel, I had the strong sense of secrets being passed down through a religious order or society. My impression is that not ALL the secrets of the abbey were given away, and that even after cheese was democratically shared across all classes after the revolution, the monks held some secrets of cheesemaking close in their own secluded hideaways.
