Psychic Tracking: Gunfire In the Night?
The outdoors always offers psychic opportunities.
“Pop! Pop! Pop!”
“What was that?”
“It sure sounded like gunfire.”
I was a little nervous. Maybe it was just someone shooting off some firecrackers.
That night I was sleeping in a deserted campground in a tent camper. There was nothing between me and the bullets except for canvas. It sure didn’t take a genius to figure out that canvas was not going to stop a bullet. If it just wasn’t so dark outside, maybe I would have been able to see what was going on.
The night was pitch black. Clouds had covered every inch of light from the moon. And to make matters worse, it was raining hard which made visibility impossible.
I laid there in the darkness and wondered what was that sound… “Pop! Pop! Pop!” There is was again.
An airplane flew overhead getting closer and closer. I was sure it was going to fall out of the sky and hit me. Where was it? Closer! Closer! It was going to hit me, I knew it.
Somehow I survived the bullets and the airplane crash.
Then it happened again, “Pop! Pop! Pop!”
There was no other solution, it was time for some “psychic reconaissance”. It would be very difficult to do psychic work this late at night. I was already exhausted from a strenuous bicycle ride in 95 degree temperatures up rocky trails, through trees, over lava hardened layers of rock, through clumps of spiders and ending at a raging waterfall.
Okay, I admit it, it really should have been a raging waterfall but it was only driping that day. Drought does bad things to waterfall. The water had mostly disappeared. All that was left was a lot of frogs and some big… big… humongous… RATTLE SNAKES! Snakes bigger than me. Well… they would be if they could stand up.
It really is hard to do psychic work when you are exhausted. But the popping sound was keeping me awake. It was 3 o’clock in the morning and I still had to survive until daybreak.
I laid back and let my psychic system travel to the source of the sound. My psychic awareness shifted and turned through the darkness as I followed the trail back into the darkness. I really love psychic tracking, it feels so good to lay back, close my eyes and go through sensual twists and turns, as if I am flying though space. It is so easy and exhilirating.
Minutes later my psychic tracking came to a screeching halt at huge old tree with branches drooping to the ground. On one of the limbs a small bird sat and watched me. At least I felt like he was watching me. My awareness was right there with him, but my body was still back in the camper. I think that bird knew I was watching him. There were no popping sounds, just silence. The bird and I watched each other for awhile.
My psychic search was a failure. I had found nothing. The sounds had stopped. Thre was no sense trying to track any further. Sometimes I have psychic success, sometime I do not. This was a “do not” night.
I told my body, “Now will you please just go to sleep. Relax. There is nothing out there.”
The next day as I sat in a chair outside reading. I heard it again. “Pop! Pop! Pop!” It sounded very near now, but not as loud as in the night. I followed the sound, it came from a big garled tree. There on a tree branch sat a tiny bird… with a big, big sound. I had never heared anything like it before. There it was, the source of the “Pop! Pop! Pop!” that had scared me in the blackness of night.
I made a mistake. I used my psychic system to follow the sound of popping in the night… the sound that had scared me… the sound that I was sure was gunfire in the distance. When my psychic system had led me to a tiny bird, I thought that my psychic senses had not led me in the right direction, but I was wrong. I had psychically followed the sound, I had found the bird. But the bird was so little, I had assumed that I had failed in my psychic tracking, but I had not. I had found the bird in the darkness of night, the one that had been scaring me with its “mighty voice”!
Trust your psychic discoveries. Don’t assume you are wrong when you find the unexpected.
[If you want to see photos come back tomorrow. Sorry no snake photos. Wait, I think I do have a rattle snake photo taken at the waterfall.]
Written by Sandra ColleRain Copyright © 2009