What is a Psychic Imprint?

Nicole Chayka is the co-author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Luckily I’d heard of such things, because when I experienced such a thing, it had the subtlety of a space ship landing on your house.  If you ever run across a Psychic Imprint there will be no doubt of it even if it’s your first time.

It was early on at the turn of this new century as I went for a stroll with a dear friend of  mine who calls himself ‘the Wise Wizard’.  Peter and I used to enjoy going for a stretch along Jericho beach in Vancouver, Canada to ground ourselves and catch up on each others lives.  He was always a great sounding board, and the first to chuckle at one of my few fears in life, dying in a fire or by drowning.  He was quick to share that he had a flash of me in former lives and it was little wonder WHY those two haunted me. Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not afraid of death per say, but the ‘how to’ part might be problematic as I don’t find myself attracted to pain.  Past lives have a way sometimes of leaving an emotional mark in this one and I’d had many an unpleasant ‘end’ as a Witch or Healer or ‘Woman of the Woods’ when it was less than popular to be one.  Thank goodness we don’t stone Naturopaths or Herbalists in this day and age.

N’way, we were strolling along taking in the sun and surf when it felt like a wall of emotion ‘gob smacked’ me in my tracks.  I had the distinct impression of fear, panic, desperation as though I was in peril. I pointed to some shrubbery where a large rock was present and said, ‘There.  That’s where it happened. I felt like I was dragged in there.”

To my utter astonishment my companion answered back in agreement. “I was overwhelmed with the urge to sexually assault you.  To drag you into those bushes”  Even though his comments sounded predatory I wasn’t worried or offended because we were both psychics, and we both understood that what we’d experienced was an example of an imprint, but from two very different points of view.  I had taken in the extreme emotions imprinted on the natural environment from the victim’s stand point while my friend had experienced the echo of the stalker.  Echoes are not the same as your own emotions and having had plenty of run-ins with other people’s feelings I could differentiate like a 5 year old can tell chocolate from strawberry ice cream.  Advantage goes to the Empath.

A psychic imprint then is an echo of an emotion, an emotional memory of an event that occurred by those who experienced it. The natural environment almost acts like a sponge recording and playing back that energy.  I don’t believe it can hurt you although it can shock or frighten the heck out of you if you didn’t know what it is, or when it’s coming.  More than likely you can expect to pick up on places that witnessed great tragedy as obvious sources of unexplained outbursts of emotional energy, however great joy and love can also imprint an area.

To review, any intense emotional charge can have this effect so be forewarned that just going into the bedroom of the average North American teenager may lead to bursts of emotional drama. (grin)  Yes, that was a joke.  For those of you who still have adolescent children at home….good luck with that.

For the rest of us, if you pass by an area and inexplicably find yourself shaken with intense emotions that aren’t your own, there’s a very good chance you just experienced your first psychic imprint. Inhale-Exhale.  Just breathe, and leave. Whatever happened is in the past so say a little prayer such as the protective affirmation “All that is not mine, please leave” with conviction, and go on with your day knowing you caught wind of some echoes wafting through time.

Namaste, Nicole

 


The Past Life Meditation

Nicole Chayka is the co-author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'This is not for the faint of heart.

Nor is this something I recommend doing at a party or in place of fooling around with Ouija boards. If that’s where you live please stop reading. It is a deeply personal and Spiritual experience and not to be treated like some game or frivolity. I regret having shared it with my sister, and my niece both of whom are lovely people but weren’t ready to address looking into the face of their own past lives. They weren’t ready and it freaked them out.  Actually to qualify the phrase ‘past lives’,  I don’t really believe that there is a past, present, future for the soul (just the body) so it bugs me to use the term ‘past’ life when ‘alternate’ lives seems to be more appropriate.  For the sake of using a well coined term that everybody gets, I’ll try not to be controversial and for the remainder of this post simply say ‘past life’.

There is a simple exercise called the ‘Candle-Mirror Mediation’ which yielded a very strange and wondrous revelation for me.  I was able to connect with myself in such a way as to see the faces I have worn in ‘previous’ lives. (gritting of the teeth here)  I have been told on numerous occasions that I am a very Old Soul and my game plan in this lifetime is merely to sew up that last 5% of human experience before I move on.  I’ve often joked that I must be a ridiculously slow learner if I have been around since before humans had language, and every generation of man there after, and still haven’t nailed down whatever it is I need to know.  Is there dyslexia for life?

N ‘way the meditation takes place in a medium dark room.  You sit on the floor in a comfortable cross legged poise and there is a candle to the right of you and a full length mirror before you. It is important to ground yourself and connect to your higher power to set your intention and the tone for the room.  Only ‘those of Light’ are invited to the party people, no gate crashers!  The idea is to breath deeply and slowly while looking into the flame of the candle until all else but the flame dissolves from your vision.  When you have narrowed down your focus in this way you are to turn your eyes, and your attention to face yourself in the mirror.  As you stare into your own eyes, unblinking, unwavering you continue to breath deeply as you wait for the room to collapse from your view, and all else dissolves but your own eyes.

Then magic begins.

I can’t predict what you will see.  All I can share with you is what I saw.  The faces of both men and women from all times in history, of all backgrounds began to turn as though thumbing through a thick worn leather book.  Then the faces came at me faster, and faster and faster still as both human and non human faces looked back.  I was taken aback for a moment when I realized the Alien visages were still me in another format, but the shock subdued quickly and I eased into the parade of thousands.  Finally, one last image presented itself.  Half my face shimmered as half feline and half human stared back.  Then the other half of my face shimmered and I sat there staring into the calm, collected eyes and face of a tan coloured lioness.  I have no idea what this means, but it would explain the affinity I have always had for cats, and they for me. And the tree climbing.  It also explains the tree climbing (only kidding).

What you will see I can’t say.  How you interpret it will depend upon your current set of beliefs.  For my part I believe in Reincarnation and the many faces we have worn in our attempt to make known the unknown.  I mean we’re eternal.  What the hell else do we have to do except keep pushing the envelope to discover aspects of ourselves and to continue expanding,  to make known the unknown.  Kinda sounds a little like Star Trek exploring the universe ‘going where no one has gone before’ but in this case the universe is internal.  Kinda like the macro is the micro. Ever see fractals?  Same Same.  Now I’m getting philosophical and this was supposed to be about the Candle-Mirror Meditation. Ok that’s enough outta me.

If you should decide to give this a try I’d love to hear back from you and whatever you’d care to share about your experience.  Remember to follow the tenant of the Hitch Hiker’s guide to the Galaxy when you go off exploring and Don’t Panic!  Then come back and tell Nikki all about it.  Do share.

Namaste, Nicole

 


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