I had not heard of Joel Bauer before and had no idea what I was in store for. All I knew was that my friends told me it would be an incredible business networking opportunity that I should not pass up.
Well, one of the first things Joel Bauer told us was, "Absolutely NO networking on his time! We were there for his seminar and if he caught anyone trying to 'sell' or pitch to anyone in the halls on breaks they would be asked to leave and not return. Not so much to be selfish, but Joel Bauer made it very clear to us and wanted to teach us, "Never sell or use the words sell or sale. Never pitch to anyone, ever. LISTEN first. Seek first to understand, then be understood. Connect with people on an emotional level, listen to what they need and maybe you just happen to have something to HELP them. Never sell." [paraphrased of course] Anyway, there is a connection between all of this and the post title, I promise.
We arrived Friday evening around midnight, at a different hotel than the seminar I need to point out. I had not seen the seminar room, the hotel, nothing to do with the weekend yet. I was tired and hit the bed for an early morning breakfast call. That night I dreamed of the seminar. I saw a young blond lady standing up front with her eyes closed and doing something with her arms. I saw a young man standing up front with his eyes open and I saw a third person, another man in such a manner that it appeared in my dream he was running the show. I awoke remembering the details thinking I must have imagined what the seminar would be like.
You can see where I am going with this. A few hours into the seminar that Saturday, the scenario I dreamed about unfolded before my eyes, detail for detail. The woman's face, her clothes, the young man and of course, Joel Bauer that I saw and had never met before. I was struck emotionally, but not for reasons you may think!
I was happy to have received yet another confirmation. This has been happening to me my whole life and I have stifled it because the few times I had come out before I was called crazy and made to feel so weird I just figured it would be easier and wiser to live the conventional life and work the 'regular' jobs. But one thing this seminar finally taught me was to live your dreams no matter what! Love life and live it to the fullest.
I can't count how many times I have dreamed images that happen later . . . and more . . . . I see people and animals that have passed, I see, hear, smell, feel their touch and sense their energy. All this has been happening to me since my first memories of three years young. I still remember the first time I spoke aloud about it to my family and how they laughed at me. That was a long time ago and consciousness is awakening. No, being a psychic medium by profession is not nor has it ever been a dream of mine per se. All I really ever wanted to do with it was to show people that there is nothing to fear and we are all just energy in a different form after we pass.
My first accidental reading was just the other day. Remember, I had been having experiences my whole life, but never read someone right to their face before. Our regular GIN meetings are Tuesday evenings. As usual, there was a lot of really fantastic new information to absorb and just great company with friends. By the way, our local GIN group Tues meetings are growing to over 100 people now!
Wednesday was back to work at the office. A very nice young lady [name ommitted] decided to open to me about how just three weeks ago her friend committed suicide! As she was telling me, I told her, "It's John, right?" And she said, "Yes, John, Johnny." Then as she was staring at me I said, "He has brunette hair, mustache, he's about 5'9-5'10, not quite 6 but definitely not a short guy, he's trim-fit-athletic, always wears blue jeans" And she said I described him to a T. I should mention, I did not 'see him in the office.' I saw him with my mind's eye . . . I won't even say in my mind, because the only way I can describe it is that he was 'standing' behind me, in the area surrounding me, outside of my body, that is in my mind's eye . . it is so difficult to explain, but I saw him clear as day and described him for her.
I told her I was very sorry for her friend but that he is okay and he was connecting with us because he knows you are talking about him. I told her that I have seen, feel, hear, smell, sense, dream of, etc...since I was three and I am not going to hide it any longer. I asked her if she thinks I am crazy and she said no. I told her all I want to do is help people understand that they are all around us, I see them all the time and it has made me a little weird to just not honor my true self. I mean, really, we all have it but I happen to have been born more sensitive I guess.
Anyway, it went on . . . . . She said the family is so confused because no one can figure out why he did it. He seemed fine. He talked to his sister just an hour before he hung himself. She didn't tell me how he was found, she just said 'he hung himself at his girlfriend's place
He heard what we were saying and he was acknowledging to me the pain he was in to commit suicide, but now he is okay. Then he revealed to me, telepathically, that he is sorry for causing hurt (that's a no brainer, we all know that) but he's not ready to reveal exactly why he did it.'
Then I told her, "I have to say exactly how I see him, it is significant to mention some how. He is standing in a field, like an unkempt yard, like a HUGE BACKYARD, like I see more land than trees and not your normal house yard. I don't see fences at all, just a plot of land." And she said, "YES! He hung himself in the back yard and it was just a large unkempt plot of land, open field with just a couple trees.
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