one scrying moment
Allright, I have choosen a moment in life where I scryed. It is not one of the earlier scryings.. But it is one that I treashure and remember well.
This is some time ago, four years ago I belive. I had just moved ground and was feeling a bit alone. Sinces all my abillities need to regroup when I switch ground. (litterly switching ground, moved between countries.) I was struggeling at that time to re-establish connections with my abillities. It took about 6 months to do so.. both the first time I moved to another ground and as well when returning back home.
This story may or may not contain what you are seeking. If it do not have what you want then please ask me to retell that part you woundering about. I can then give more details about just that thing. This story is about giving the idea what scrying means.. I little about how it is done and what can happen.
This moment, this evening I was laying on my bed remembering scryings and remote weings from the past. Remembering about just that I was loonging to be able to see again.
On the wall at the fotside on my bed I had a drawing made to me just a year or two before. The drawing was a portrait of my past and future husband. and this evening I was trying to get in contact with him.. To see him, what he was doing. To gather some information about the time to come, when he was free to join me.
A was lying there and thinking about all of this.. remembering, staring at the drawing.. searching for feelings.. Looking into the drawings eyes.. and just wander in to them.
After some time, how long I do not know.. The drawing started to look back at me.. the eyes shifted colour into the yellow that was suposed to be there. I allways knew that when the eyes where yellow it was him. he was there.. And he was uppset with me.
At first I wanted to look away, I didn't like that he was angy with me.. And I did look away.. just for a second. In that second I went angry with myself for being so cowerdly.
I turned back my eyes and hoped he be there still, and that one second was not enough for the image to go away.. He was still there.. And I could start communicated..
In my mind I asked him why he was uppset with me.. He responded that he was busy and that I interrupted..
He told me he was out with his current girlfriend. That he had to go but that I could stay and watch if I wanted to.
I stayed, and his eyes faded in colour.. It was replaced by a scen instead. Slowly as his eyes died out a pictuer of a harbor appeard in its place. Soon all of the drawings face had gone to be a fainted bakground instead. And the picture of the harbore was clear.
About a year before this I have had a tarot reading done for me and this one.. I was then told that I would be rejoind with him in a harbore town. So the image of the harbore was not entirely whitout my own imagination. Althoug the image itself did not reflect on anything I had seen on my own.
The image became alive and I could see two figures on the promenade. They where walking side by side, talking.. I do not really remember the conversation anymore. It was not mine to remember or to take notice of.. I do how ever remember that the conversation was double.
One side was the two of them talking about their relasionship.. And the other side was him talking to me.. Informing me about the things that did affect me.. The questions I did have about the timeline where we where to rejoin.
At the end of the conversation I can remember one of the two saying something about it to be an end.. And that it did have to do with my presens in some way. Not surtain in what way.. And the lady took her steps in an nother direction, leaving him behind. He sat down on the nearby bench, the figurs head turned upwards.. (I was looking at them from the sky)
looked at me, in my eyes.. he was feeling sad, I just wanted to step down to hug him. It was so close and real that I could almost feel his presens in my room. above me, near me.. I reach out to hug him, to feel him and the reality hit me hard and fast.
The little movie faded away, the drawings image took its place instead. The face of the drawing had been turned straight looking at me during the little movie. Now It, he had ha sad look in his eyes, he said something. A tear fell down as his face was returned to its drawed state.
I could feel myself being distant from both him and the pictuer.. I tryied to reconnect, whitout succes.
I was left alone again, feeling more alone and more empty as ever.. Cursing the gods for leaving me with the knowledge and nothing else.. Cursing them for giving me the feeling of love and not a fysical thing to have it in.. Imagen to be able to se, smell and hear the objekt of your love.. and never being able to touch it.
