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March 2003 –
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Accurate Channeling
by Kim
About 1996, I went babysitting with my friend. It was to take all night, so they offered us a channeling experience for exchange of our babysitting duties. Even though I am heavily into paranormal phenomena, I had never heard of channeling before. So I agreed to go.
The children were wonderful, and we had a great time babysitting them. By the time their parents got home, my friend and I were very very nervous. We had no idea what was going to happen. My friend was not such a big believer, so she was keeping a light air about it. I reminded her to keep an open mind. So we got settled on the couch, holding hands so tightly I'm sure we cut each others blood circulation off. The husband, who was the channeler, was in one La-z-boy, and his wife in another. As he was going into his trance, my friend and I started nervous giggling. He kept his eyes closed, and started talking to us in an accent, kind of Sigmund Freud-ish. He introduced himself as Professor So-and-so (I do not remember the exact name) who passed away in 1916, and to not be afraid, as he sensed much trepidation in the room. (Such a word! I'd never heard it before. I had to look it up when I got home). He told us what it was all about, and that we were to ask questions, and he would answer the best he could.
He talked to my friend first, most of her reading a blur to me now. But at my turn, I was having a hard time keeping my mind open to all energy. But I asked questions, about my grandfathers that had passed away, about my future, so on and so forth. I had asked if my grandpa George was okay, and if he ever watched over me. He told me that he was okay and that he didn't suffer (he passed from a heart attack), and to tell Linda, Edie and Terry (my mother, aunt and uncle) hello and that he loves them and watches over them. He also told me to tell Daisy (my grandma) that he still loves her with all his heart, and he hears her talking to him.
He went on to tell me that he sees a tall man standing over me, about 6 feet tall with a full head of white hair, wearing bib overalls, holding a gun and talking to me about rabbit hunting. I was confused because the grandfather that we were talking about was short and Armenian. I just shrugged it off as a bad reading. The next day my mom and I were in the car, talking about it. I told her I wasn't impressed, and proceeded to tell her why. Before I was even done, she had pulled into our driveway, and was almost crying. I asked her why.
I just described her grandfather. I got goosebumps from that.
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