After my last disappointing encounter with a psychic teacher, I resolved not to let anyone deter me from embracing my gifts. For too long, I had allowed others to define me and dictate my potential. But that version of myself had long been buried, and I refused to let external voices shape my self-perception any longer.

Following a fruitless trance journey, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I delved into researching proper trance techniques and stumbled upon a guided meditation that resonated with me. Setting the stage in the privacy of my empty home, I geared up to embark on this journey solo.

As the recording began, I surrendered to its guidance and felt myself slipping into a profound lucid state. It was as if I traversed through a dimly lit cellar, passing by the fleeting presence of an elderly gentleman, whose essence intertwined with mine. I found myself inhabiting his aging body, feeling the weight of his years etched into every crease and fold of his skin.

Gradually, the darkness gave way to a brighter scene—a vista of majestic mountains basking in the sun’s golden rays, and the distant silhouette of galloping horses hinted at a ranch. Shifting perspectives, I realized I was seated on a rocking chair on a porch, my hands weathered with age gripping the chair’s handles, while the gentle breeze caressed my aged skin and rustled the brim of my hat.

In that surreal moment, I couldn’t discern if it was a memory or a vision, but it felt like I was reliving the final moments of this man’s life. His thoughts echoed in my mind, filled with reflections on life’s wonders, regrets, and gratitude for the journey he’d traveled.

It dawned on me that he had passed away, yet his spirit yearned for one last taste of life, seizing this chance to inhabit my body, to feel once more. As he bid farewell, I sensed his essence lifting away from mine, like a gentle breeze carrying him off into the unknown.

Gradually, I emerged from the depths of that trance, returning to my own body, with the distant echo of the guided meditation still playing. Alone in my experience, I couldn’t confirm if I channeled or tranced, but one thing was certain—I was capable, and that psychic teacher had been wrong all along. I had the power within me to delve deeper into this realm once more.