I need to distract myself from heavy energies, so...
...I'd like to tell a thing happened to me about 20 years ago. Like a sort of little light peculiar memories of a master :-)
I liked - and I like - Elvis Presley, in a normal way. I mean, it's Elvis, musically, it's impossible to not love him.
Remember, it's about 20 years ago: there was not Youtube, not Spotify, no iTunes, no... etc...
I enjoyed him if I listened to the radio or on tv.
Then a day, I saw some LPs at friends home. And I had the pulse to ask them if they could borrow them.
In the same time, on nation tv channel, there were two Elvis' movies every day. And I began to watch them too.
There was no pressure. I listened and I watched all with much relax and joy. But it seemed an "Elvis full immersion days". This for a week.
During the week-end, if there was possible, my parents and I usually played cards. And that Saturday afternoon we played.
Before we started, I felt a presence. very comfortable, soft, lovable. I felt like I was sitting on a beautiful sofa. Some feelings told me it was Elvis.
Naturally, without doubts or mind questionings, I accepted that presence near me. I felt good, why not?!
But I never thought about what would happen after.
For all afternoon I won, won and won. I have not lost a game! Generally, I play card for the joy.; it doesn't matter if I lose. Yes, if I win I'm happy but if I lose games... it doesn't matter...
But that afternoon, wow, even if my cards were very bad in the beginning, and I thought to lose... in a very ease and grace way, all changed, very good cards arrived at me and I won.
After two hours, my father was angry because they were not able to win neither a game. And I smiled because I felt this beautiful presence and I simply won.
The same thing happened the day after.
"Elvis" presence" arrived when we decided to play. And I won all games. After some hours my father decided to stop playing.
It was evening and this presence, with feelings, said me that it was the time he went on. I understood it and I said goodbye.
Gently, as he came, so he was gone.
I returned to listen to Elvis in a very normal way.
AND sometimes, I smile about this event because never, never, never, I have not ever won as that weekend. :-)
(now that I wrote it, as dreamwalker death guide, it seems like a sort of dreamwalking???)