It has taken some getting used to the concept of having thoughts in my mind that aren’t my own. When some weird and wild thought comes out of nowhere, I usually realize there’s someone else on the other end of the line who has tapped into my brain.
A while back, I participated in a land journey with a group I was in. This journey was a spiritual one; we actually never left the room we were in. We only made the journey in an energetic sense. In retrospect, this journey was incredibly dangerous, and I strongly believe that inexperienced practitioners of any kind should not have made the journey because the land we traveled to was so energetically toxic. This was not an adventure for beginners.
In the process of the journey, I encountered a negative energy who tried to enter my body; I chased it away successfully and cut off my participation in the journey at that point. However, in the time that I was on the land, something put a metaphysical hook into me so that I could continue receiving messages for the owner of the land and so that she could get the information she needed to heal the land. My mentor and I had to remove that hook because I had not given consent for something to connect to me in that way nor had the owner hired me to be receiving messages for her.
The way that I discovered that the hook was still there was interesting. I was brushing my teeth in my bathroom and was thinking about the various people that I and others had encountered on the land journey. I went through the list of people in my head, and then the thought crossed my mind, “Or it could have been the one-armed man.”* About ten seconds later, I stopped what I was doing and thought to myself, “Wait! What one-armed man?” It took me another few seconds, and then I asked, “Is there someone there who wants to talk to me?” I of course got an emphatic “YES” in response. So I switched gears and tuned in to get the message to find out what was going on (and I did pass that information on to the land owner).
Every once in a while, it still throws me off when I get a random thought like that, though I’m now pretty secure and certain when I have things like that cross my mind that I am not going crazy. I just know that someone else is there who needs or wants my attention. Once I help them out, they leave me in peace.
*Using people first language, the correct way to phrase this would have been “the man with one arm.” This is not my choice of words, but the other side is not always in tune with the current language of the day.
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