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curate, as time goes on. My own readings for others in the classes have
become far more detailed than they were in the beginning, and the im-
pressions more elaborate (words, images, and very occasionally, vi-
sions that unfold like a mental video). I learned to recognize a strange
feeling that comes when receiving an impression that is at odds with
my everyday perception of the individual and leaves me feeling inse-
cure. Quite often this leads to my giving a message that seems strange
to me but is later confirmed by the individual concerned.
Consider this example from my own experience. Michel asks us to
“see” something for the two people seated to our left and tell them
what it means. I close my eyes and see Réjeanne, a fifty-ish home health
care worker seated two places left of me. She is receiving a bird of par-
adise flower from a friend. I try to figure out the meaning. Could this
be something unusual someone is inviting her to do? A week later,
Réjeanne greets me before the class and says, “Guess what? Last week
when I went home after the class, someone gave me a flower just like
the one you described! The first time in my whole life that I got such
a flower!” Conclusion: Sometimes a flower is just a flower.
Often, clairvoyance seems to involve emotional rather than factual
truth. Messages may be about how a person is feeling now and in the
near future. The following occurred while this article was being writ-
ten and illustrates the anxiety one can feel when giving a message that
might be taken as negative:
We are supposed to go into the aura of the person on our left and
see something they need. I concentrate on Arianne (slim blond art-
ist, early thirties; we took the subway together once a few weeks
ago, it was the first time we talked outside the class). Immediately
the words come, emphatic: “Forget it.” (I feel silly, this can’t be a
message, can it?) I try to sink into it, be open to the possibility that
I am able to see. In this meditation I suddenly feel paralysis, it’s as
if I’m nailed to my chair. “Forget it,” comes again. “It’s too heavy,
it was not your fault, you’ll paralyze yourself with this, you have
to forget it.” Michel calls on me. I give the message, feeling foolish
and embarrassed. I hope Arianne isn’t offended. After the class,