My Third Journey (Not!)

I was all ready for my last journey, laying on my mat waiting for the others to arrive. I suddenly got a strange feeling that there was a bit of bad energy floating around the place I was in, yet it was nothing to do with the few people who were in there at the time. I felt really depressed and it was as if the atmosphere had gone flat. I could sense something was wrong, but was not sure what it was. I felt an emptiness around the place and had a feeling that there were some entities in the place with us that were not nice. It felt like I was part of a circular chain and the chain had been broken.

My husband arrived and told me that he was still not able to go through another ceremony and something made me jump up, collect my things and swiftly vacate the place.

My husband had been having messages all day telling him he was not to drink that night as it was not right. He had agreed to turn up and drink just a little so he could be there for me, just enough to "put him under"

We went back to our bungalow and talked. He said that a few of our tribe had gone out into the town and we decided to try to find them. Once we did, it was like a wave of warm energy blew towards me on seeing them. One asked why I was looking so down and I replied that I did not think I was looking like that. However, once he had said that the "chain being broken" feeling came again, but quickly passed.

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During the workshop we took part in a North American Indian Lakota tobacco tying tradition where you put tobacco and an intention into different coloured pieces of cloth and tie them in a row on a string in a certain order.

I was sitting on a mat with a person on either side of me, and I don't know why, but I had to go outside as I began to feel dizzy, my ears could hear a high pitched hum and my hands started shaking before we started and I had to go outside. I was physically sick in a bush.

Why this was so I do not know, but I have learned that the plant has given me a form of sensitivity which I cannot explain. Maybe she has given me a gift.

On the way off the plane from Sao Paulo to London Heathrow I was approached by a Customs Official as soon as I had put one foot on English soil. As he was asking me various questions he looked into my eyes and I purposely maintained direct eye contact with him. His eyes pierced into mine. He bent down with his head on one side till his face was a couple of inches off mine and it was like he was reading me. So I read him. He had very dark eyes and I saw the evil in them. I was not afraid but I saw right through into his soul. I was a bit miffed not only that he had singled me out of the group whilst I was in a great hurry to catch my next plane, but also because I was sad that there are people on this planet who take joy in trying to intimidate others with such black hearts.

After I had collected my luggage we ran to the train to the next terminal. If we had not passed a lady from our tribe who raised her hand at us waving as we ran along, I would not have noticed that this very same man had been watching us from a short distance. He looked at me directly again with his arms folded and again I noticed his eyes.

I smiled sweetly to his face, wondering if I had, at last, come face to face with a reptilian .....