(bryanism Repost on: Intuitive Experiences---> Intution, Detectives, and Criminal behavior) Intution, Detectives, and Criminal behavior (story) I had been watching a lot of criminal investigation shows and the ocassional psychic detective program that was popular at the time, trying to figure out why Id ever want my intuitive side open to the shadow of human nature, also called crime, and I definitely didnt know what I know now, that our inner divine is there within the full range of what humans do. And yet, with all that undecided, it was on a winters afternoon, when my (deceased) grandfather and main spirit guide suggested, You know its time. Moments later, I was literally flipping through the yellow book using my index finger to run down the page looking for detectives, scoping names, while waiting for a sign or sensation that felt like the vagal response or a reverse swing of the pendulum to tell me when to stop and who I should call. Now I was dialing the number, and suddenly talking to a detective who sounded cautious but open, as if his and my intuition had reached out to consumate with the phone call we were having right now. He wanted to be scientific about it, I could tell, so I was okay that he started by asking, Why did you call? I am an intuitive and I was led to, I replied, also adding I was a pharmacist to suggest that I was balanced (imagine that). The detective dove right in, but with limited information, Im working on a case, where Im trying to prove my clients innocence. Can you describe him physically? Okay, I said looking toward heaven invoking my grandfather for guidance, Dont leave me hanging. Okay? But then I saw something: a cartoon-like character, at first, that looked like Shaggy on Scooby Doo, but as the picture turned photo-like I started describing a real person, Well, hes caucasian, about 5 foot ten, with light brown hair thats kind of scraggly, which is a way to describe his overall physical presentation actually. The detective seemed amazed that I knew he was white, saying, Impressive. Most defendants in these parts with a crime of this nature are African American, yet he knew I was African American and that I wasnt offended, and could also tell that I took him seriously, and found his observation quite interesting. He added, The event took place at a bar, but I dont believe my client had anything to do with it, he led me on wanting more information. I begin explaining by asking, Werent there two cars involved during the crime? Yes, he said. And I continued, He was in the second car, sitting in the back seat directing the whole thing. I apologized while admitting, Im sorry to say, but the client you believe is innocent was actually involved, because it was a vendetta from something that happened to him at that very bar earlier on. Needless to say, the investigator was unsettled that I was accurate in one regard but disproving in another, yet he moved to the next case and I allowed it, because some how I knew hed come to a more enlightened conclusion rather than a right or wrong one. Does that make sense? Any way, as he started with the next case, I could hear him (over the phone) shifting positions, reaching for something, and then I heard papers shuffling too, like he was literally pulling files to read for my consideration. This was affirming for me, and that was good. I was in service as my friend, PMH Atwater once told me. The investigator continued, The second case, which is over 15 years old, involves a woman secretary who always went in early to open the law office where she worked, but by the time the attorneys showed up, closer to opening time, they discovered the door was still locked, even though the secretarys car was in the parking lot with her purse at the desk, which wasnt accurate on the part of the detective while explaining. In any event the detective asked me, Who was involved? By then, I was warmed up and locked-into anything the detective had in mind, and only for the sake of shedding light on what had already happened, bearing a purpose so much greater than any self-doubt I entertained, I was emboldened, now ready to set-up a story line in what I had perceived, starting out by saying, I believe the custodial workers did it, feeling strange for knowing that -- like a helpful messenger with really, realy bad news. Without stopping, I explained the motive, what the car ride was like, what they said to her, what their individual criminal past was like, that the body was buried but then moved somewhere else. The detective listened attentively and then responded, Well, thats pretty interesting, but we thought it was a group of guys the property manager had hired to do painting and other odd jobs on the premises. I didnt believe my ears, but still repeated, I said they were custodial workers...didnt I? The detective was silent and then said, Yes, you did. --- About one year later I was cleaning the kitchen barely listening to the television, which was in the other room; but still my attention weaved in and out of the narrative I was overhearing from the broadcast playing on the Arts and Entertainment channel, which was sounding more and more like a cross between real-life documentary and Americas Most Wanted. When I heard key words like Toledo, 16 years ago, Attorneys office, I walked like a zombie to face the TV, finally giving the taped announcer my full attention as he explained, that the only clue regarding this abduction were initials painted on the walls of an adjacent strip mall directly facing the attorneys office, which were later painted over, but definitely linked to the name of one of workers on the crew. Then they broke away to show her via a picture over sixteen years old, which is when I looked into her eyes as she was back then, for the first time asking, Is there something you want me to do for you? Although I didnt get an answer; I knew this wasnt the end. But most importantly, I finally understood that I or any psychic isnt meant to help solve the crime per se but to help iin processing the experience, understand or acknowledge the full scope of human nature outside judgement, which might end up helping someone else self-heal or move on, and sometimes during which, you actually pin point who did it (the culprit). Here she is (unsolved/ajaxfiles/mis_cynthia_anderson.htm)
Posted on: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 18:12:57 +0000
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