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Submitted by Erlinng on Sat, 2006-12-30 20:59.
Excerpt from the diary of a clairvoyant, medium and healer. “I meet Snubbi.” Some months ago, when I was moving, I came across my old diary. This diary contains different kinds of experiences I have had because of my profession as a clairvoyant, medium and healer. “I meet Snubbi” is one of the very funny and significant experiences I have had. The incidence took place in November 2002. I had a phone call, and I was asked if I would go to a suburb of Copenhagen. The task was a group clairvoyance – in this case a group of eight people gathered together – each one of them wanted a private sitting. On an icing cold evening in February I arrive on a completely empty underground station – somewhere in the city of Copenhagen. I waited for about ten minutes before the hostess of the evening arrived. The mistress the hostess was called. You will get to know why later on…..We went together to an address which I even today will not be able to find again. We had a cosy talk in the car. Due to habit I asked how many participants there would be this particular evening. I hear a bit about how much the participants know about clairvoyance, and if they do – which experiences do they have with it. The answer is simple: On the whole they know nothing - is the answer from the mistress. Together with the mistress I arrive on the address where the home party/ the group clairvoyance is to take place. I have hardly entered the house before Snubbi comes to greet me. While I am putting my bag down I get a warm welcome – the first lick in my face from Snubbi. Snubbi insists that we get to greet each other. We certainly do that – I am sitting on the floor, and Snubbi is sitting right on his hind legs with both his front paws on my shoulders. The mistress looks at me apologetically saying:” Well, I actually don’t know what to do about him!” Snubbi is an intelligent dog. He communicates with me by sending me pictures. You can compare it with a photo he shows me. He transmits the picture to my mind. This turns out to be much fun – if not the most humorous woof of the evening. The evening starts with a cup of coffee and a wealth of different cakes – what a treat. I give a short introduction about the course of each sitting, about the use of a clairvoyant, and about the pitfalls which may be related to this. I have to say, though, that my concentration gets lost from time to time which is not normally a habit of mine, as Snubbi from his basket at the other side of the room is sending a picture of the contents of a refrigerator. Repeatedly I try to push this picture out of my mind, but Snubbi is very persistent. Looking at the mistress I ask:” Is it true that you have numerous kinds of liver pâté in the refrigerator? A gold liver pâté with bacon and a dull coarse liver pâté?” Blushing a little the mistress confirms this. “I have a message from Snubbi: From now on he would very much like to have the gold liver pâté.” At first the other participants are a bit staggered, but then they shriek with laughter. The mistress looks very angrily in Snubbi’s direction – and with all possible speed Snubbi turns his back at us in his basket. I smile to myself thinking, what will be next? When it is time for a break, Snubbi enters the course again. I am sitting quietly in the chair smoking a well earned cigarette. This time Snubbi transmits a picture of a plastic box filled with chocolates. These delicate chocolates are placed in the kitchen cupboard in the middle. There are eight pieces left. Again I look at the mistress. Before I get to say anything, she exclaims:” What has the tell-tale got on his mind this time?” Laughing a little I ask if she is reducing after the hardships of Christmas? After having sent a good deal of disapproving looks in Snubbi’s direction the mistress admits that. “Snubbi has asked me to ask you if we may share the chocolate.” Reluctantly the mistress gets the chocolate for us from the kitchen. Snubbi and I share it. We both confirm that this is exquisite chocolate. I direct Snubbi back to his basket, and he does so – a little reluctantly, though. The other guests have a hard time stopping to laugh – one of them even complains of stomach cramps. The last part of the sitting was brought to an end. At the end of every group clairvoyance I always end by making a plenum in case there are any questions. But as if he hadn’t made enough fuss, Snubbi here at the end again transmits to me. The mistress is feeling more and more in a tight spot by the situation – as I on Snubbi’s behalf say: “I am tired of the dry rice I get in my food bowl every other day.” After that Snubbi is led out into the garden. Visibly irritated the mistress’ comment is:” What a tell-tale. You can’t find his likeness anywhere, can you?” The rest of us laugh and smile about this. I bid the participants of the evening farewell and thank them for a rewarding and exciting evening. I start out into the cold night for the underground station. Six months later the mistress phones me. She wants me to come and guide another group clairvoyance. Before I have the time to ask, the mistress rapidly says that Snubbi will be looked after elsewhere that evening. What a shame – I think to myself. This was my meeting with Snubbi – a Springer Spaniel.
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