Observational telepathy and some profiling techniques to facilitate telepathy…

I don’t know where I learned how to do it. I think it’s genetic. I can read almost anyone almost all the time. From anywhere. Yeah, creepy I know. But this is some secrets on how to do it yourself. Try it. You might be surprised how easy it is.The psychic part of this I cannot teach since I do it instinctively. I just know certain details of the people I read that no one could as if I was there with them in their past, present and future. Its still creeps me out a little sometimes. lol.

Anyways, here is how to do it or at least to start:

Watch people.

How they move. (Body language.)

How their eyes move when looking at people places or things. If you watch closely you can almost feel them making associations and assessments.

How they walk. This can often reveal how they feel about themselves and their place in the world around them. 

How the touch things around them and how they react when they are touched by think around them.

How they speak. Whether they feel in control or vulnerable. Listen for their intonation, their word selection when speaking and how they say what they say. This reveals who they are, how they think and what they think of themselves.

Look at their clothing not so much the brand of clothing but colors, fabrics and style of dress. This lets you know what they want to project and what they want to be perceived as.

Watch their facial gestures, mannerisms and movements. These reveal who they really are at any given time.

Listen to the content of their conversations. There is a lot people say behind what their actually saying.

Remember: arrogance is just veiled insecurity and fear of judgment. It is the fear of being hurt so believing you are better than everybody else is merely a defense mechanism that perpetuates loneliness because to be perfect is to be alone. Alone because nobody is perfect. Hate is fear and hurt that has gone undealt with for years buried under huge layers of a lack of self-worth. Bitterness comes from the subconscious belief that you are not worthy to be loved and years of self-sabotage in love and the love of self.

Remember true kindness cannot be rehearsed. Unconditional love is not only for relationships but friendships too and it is hard because you have to loves yourself the way you want to be loved by the world. Dysfunctional relationships and friendships are the hardest to end because they are built on a foundation of enabling, conditional love, reward and punishment tactics and unhealthy co-dependencies. (Some co-dependency dynamics are healthy when love, respect, communication and trust are present but this is my opinion.) Our friendships and relationships are based on patterns that we have learned through our own subjective socialization processes. 

It helps if you know your self, your virtues and vices and assess yourself honestly at at all times. If you can lie to yourself, you can be easily lied too.

I share this information to help people to understand others and themselves. I am always trying to understand myself so I can be better able to understand the people around me and the world. This is just some information and techniques that I have used in helping and healing myself and others.

AT HOME...(Spiritual urban poem)

Swimming in a sea of books of shadows, magical verses, quatrains and tomes. Bloody telepathic and psychic battles, even the most devout monks and holy men would get shitless and rattled. Could never follow the orthodox religions built on the cornerstones of innocent blood, corralling the spiritually seeking, like livestock or cattle. Some spiritual wars, one is forced to fight alone. 

Exorcisms in Latin, Ancient Egyptian and Sumerian. Taming both my lineages of Nephilim and Barbarian while I struggle to be the best Humanitarian I can be. My soul, my life has always been to walk the path of honor and to be unlike the aristocratic or elite but more like an incorruptible proletarian. If some could know the secret corners of my mind? They’d lock me up in a remote, high security sanitarium.

I hear voices that whispered secrets, thousands of years ago. Yesterday’s truths are tomorrow’s miracles. It has always been the arcane and occult that has protected the mundane and empirical. The nether realms of Gods, Angels, Demons, shadows and beings light, have existed since before creation but have been consigned to fairy tales, a fact that I find both disrespectful and satirical. 

It is the threshold of night people walk to when they are plagued by the unknown. Living a life mocking the supernatural, barely accepting the natural, ignoring the GOD within you preferring the animal yet still daring to wonder “What if I’m not alone.”  

At home.

Warding off demonic attacks by will alone. Ancient words spoken to weave magical tapestries, leaving the resolve of all inhuman enemies broken and summoning ethereal sigils in the air, that no one but you can see, making them all the more potent. An unseen masterpiece of spiritual light to be continuously released. 

Reading books that have yet to be written. Periodic visits to the Akashic records. Astral travel and remote viewing of the past, present and future and all parallels and multi-universal dimensions while possessing a physical vessel, makes it hard to stay centered. 

But it is my chief duty to try. Not everybody lives but it has become vastly easy to die. While we are encouraged as a society to kill ourselves softly, by the drink, drugs, over medication and over simplification of our complexities, I chose to become and stay spiritually alive. 

My demons I recognize and have named, so now they bow to me. The demons of the evil I have done in the past no longer torture me with guilt but rather prostrate themselves and loyalty is what they vow to me. I am the light in the tunnel that is my life. I am the darkness that I banish. I am the hands and word that brings love and miracles in to my life and heals all my damage. 

If there is a creator? It created me. It created me and so it is a part of me. So many fear the ending but it is the beginning that I chose to give all of me. I recreate myself the way I want to be and leave in the past, what I thought I was and what others thought of me. 

I am one with the zenith. I am the soul of Ra, the phoenix. I tame the animal I have within and wish to taste the light rather than blood. This time my 7 souls mean it. 

I let go of the past, I let go of the trash. The trash I thought I was and the body bags of all the negative beings I gave birth too because of my ego and all of my many masks. I let go of trash.

I am finally home…within my true self. 

At home. 

Swimming in a sea of books of shadows, magical verses, quatrains and tomes. Bloody telepathic and psychic battles, even the most devout monks and holy men would get shitless and rattled. Could never follow the orthodox religions built on the cornerstones of innocent blood, corralling the spiritually seeking, like livestock or cattle. Some spiritual wars, one is forced to fight alone. 

SILENT MIRROR

Silent mirror in my mind. Faces and darkness intertwined. Laced with silver, a silver line.
The power of three Hecate gives unto me, to spill the blood and pain from all my enemies, for what they are doing and for what they did to me.

My enemies plans, I undermine. No earth shall sustain, no water to drink, fire burns cold and air will choke, as all they touch becomes hell and smoke.

Silent mirror in my mind. Faces and darkness intertwined. Laced with silver, a silver line.
The power of three Hecate gives unto me, to spill the blood and pain from all my enemies, for what they are doing and for what they did to me.

Magic’s that bind me I leave behind. My wrath is dire, as I make the sky rumble, rock and stone tumble, to break and crush metal as glass and walls crumble. Bringer of woe, is who I become and all magic, insult and slight that was done, to me, is now broken and undone.

Silent mirror in my mind. Faces and darkness intertwined. Laced with silver, a silver line.
The power of three Hecate gives unto me, to spill the blood and pain from all my enemies, for what they are doing and for what they did to me.

Payment in kind, retribution divine through the silent mirror inside my mind. Faces and darkness intertwined. Laced with silver, a silver line, my enemies very lives and power, I forever undermine.

MY BEAUTIFUL INCUBUS

I swear this,
be like a spell.
I can’t even tell,
how you lull me in to a state of unawareness.
Your words woven so well.

Seamless and ceaseless
like the continuity only found on the finest of tapestries. My heart hurts so wonderful as I hear you speak and witness you verbally weaving a
brilliant masterpiece.

Dare I be so bold as to say on my behalf?
I would be blessed to be half as blessed as the
words that drip from your honey soaked lips
make me and so many others I’m sure, lose their breath.

Though I struggle against the seduction you provoke within the secret places that my heart hides. Sanctuary shall be I. As I become the bastion your soul needs and you become the healing that I need, deep inside.

How is it that you make the tides swell so strong within my being that I become lost within my own profundity? This level of emotional consciousness is new to me. 

I honestly never thought I would find someone who could respect me so dutifully, let alone someone that suited me. I suspect you do not entirely know what it is, that you do to me.

I swear this,
be like a spell.
I can’t even tell
how you lull me in to a state of unawareness.
Your words woven so well.

My heart aches with each loving glance as if you
remove firmly rooted pain with your eyes.
Tears spring and leap out of mine, like living poison fleeing the very body it was sworn to hurt. They fall to the ground and disappear in to the thirsty earth.

Your whispers make me surrender and I give all of me to you. My gentle conqueror. I never new passion could be so clean.

I thought my love, my ache to be loved and seen was obscene so, I warred as a warrior when all I really wanted to be was somebody's Queen.

You devour all that is sour from my heart and soul. With your smile, your voice, your affection and passionate kisses that are both forceful and rough, yet gentle and moist. 

Damn, this tear soaked pillow of a heart that takes so long to dry.

Damn, your words of healing and hope that makes me carry on.

Damn, this world so deliciously dismal, perpetually savage and unexpectedly innocent and noble.

Damn, your touch, your kiss and your addictive  lips that make me only hunger for more.

I swear this,
be like a spell.
I can’t even tell,
how you lull me in to a state of unawareness.
Your words woven so well.

THE BUM

(Before my Father passed away he was homeless for 13 years on "Skid Row" in Los Angeles. He had  dissappeared for years before we found out about his passing away. This is a tribute to him.) 

Excuse me sir but can you spare a quarter? It's been like two days since I had a drink of fresh water. I Know I ought'a, go to a shelter but they gotta, waiting list, they filled to capacity and I usually end up giving my place up to Women and they Daughters.

I know you probably, think I'm a lazy ass. I mean you gotta be, crazy as hell to wind up like me, right? I mean honestly, But I didn't choose to be, where I am, I remember I refused to be, the one asking for help, even though now I am, though people see me less than I am, I know I'm still the man I used to be.

Who would choose this? Some think I chose this? Don't make me laugh, rocking rags, smelling like last month's trash, got fools beating my ass for cash that I don't even have, getting raped or stabbed Y'all don't even know the half.

So yeah, I get drunk every night under the street light, ready to start a fight put me in a cop car tonight so I can sleep tight. 3 meals a day, clean clothes and a place to stay, some say, hell is a jail cell but being homeless is hell in the worst way.

I tried to apply for a job, but was told I'm a slob and got thrown out on the road, even if I used your quarter for some clean clothes or to wash my clothes, they'd be dirty tomorrow and I'd still be asking for a quarter to barrow, no matter how far I walk I'm always on skid row.

Sometimes I catch myself trippen', talking to myself and answering myself, and I know that my mind is slippen', forgetting faces names, family and places, damn the games, life plays when you drifting farther and farther away as your reality keeps shifting farther and farther away.

I know I shouldn't give a damn, logically, but being judged for the failure I feel I am, is messing me up psychologically. Can only talk to people in small doses, I've dealt with so many social workers I got a Ph.D. in Sociology through osmosis. There's more homeless than honest people and everybody knows this.

Hospitals don't want to see me Dude, it's like they already know, I have no HMO, PPO and no other possible way my medical bills get paid fo'. So out the door, in to the night is were they send me so, I get a free ambulance ride right back to die on skid row.

Oh, no it's all right. See It must be my fault, that Hot or cold I sleep on the asphault, developing infantago, eyes blood shot looking like a mad dog. Neglected, disrespected, avoided like a bad dog.

Do I have right to health and wealth? Can I live within in four walls with roof like everybody else? I'm willing to work and do what I can for myself or do I die in the gutter or in a dumpster like filth? 

I know some of ya'll really ain't try'n to hear me. Even though you looking at me, you can't see me clearly. You fear me, because you need to put some mental and physical distance between yourself and myself, so you ain't no were near me.

No disrespect, don't want to conject, Just inflect and project the truth, that the difference between a homeless person and you, is a paycheck.

But hey it's cool, sorry to bother you and yeah you right sooner or later you gotta do watch you gotta do. Even though I hate, the beaurocratic red tape and case managers using me for statistical data, still though, opportunities are there to take.

So I'll get in line and stay in line this time, accept any help I can get to stay clean and clear my mind cause I'm, tired of the film and the grime and dream of a hot shower to wash off the street slime. It's time, to design a positive future vision and fight for mine.

Get clean, get cleaned up, get clothes, get the job skills and get teamed up with people who are equals and who've kept up, even when it was dark and they fell, these are the people that stepped up.

Some people survive, stay a live or die by the wayside deep down ya'll know it's true, I ain't trying to be cruel, But this, you going to have to do, sooner or later you going have to figure out which one of these people are you.

I know you probably, think I'm a lazy ass. I mean you gotta be, crazy as hell to wind up like me, right? I mean honestly, But I didn't choose to be, where I am, I remember I refused to be, the one asking for help, even though now I am, though people see me less than I am, I know I'm still the man I used to be.

Excuse me sir but can you spare a quarter? It's been like two days since I had a drink of fresh water. I Know I ought'a, go to a shelter but they gotta, waiting list, they filled to capacity and I usually end up giving my place up to Women and they Daughters...

PASSION

I have waited; it seems a thousand life times to hold you in my arms. I have waited to be enveloped in your sight and loving gaze. I am reborn each time my lips find yours in moist harmony. I melt as your hands search every curve my body owns. I find bliss as I taste the salty passion from your neck.

I cry tears of euphoria and rapture as I am honored to please you and surrender myself unto you. I am grateful that your love and passion finds sanctuary within all that I willingly share with you. I have all but forgotten the past lovers, the hurt they visited on me, all that they took and the tears they wrung from my soul.

All of the them fade into the shadow of the past. You are my greatest love, my greatest hope, my king and my man. I would die for you and live for you. I would devour the very heart of hell that you may not suffer its wrath. I know that you would sacrifice a world for me. I know with our love we may find our salvation. Redemption and absolution.

Maddening pleasure, Secret treasures. Treasures that only you and I can share. The two becoming one inside of one another. Forever is but a blink of an eye and when I think of how I love you, forever is not nearly long enough. As my shape touches yours I find myself fearing your absence and yearning for the time when we unite once more. Our bodies ache in unison when we are apart and supply the kindling for the passionate fire created upon our melting into one another. Melting inside of one another.

IN THE STILLNESS OF BECOMING...

My armor weighs heavily upon me. I have always fought wars with lesser opponents but the opponent that has consistently refused to fall and match my every attempt to become something more, has always been myself. I ache to become something more than myself. My armor, my shield and my sword are no longer part of my all. They are merely things. Things I have allowed to rule me and my projected self no longer resembles who I really and truly am. If indeed, it ever did.

Now I struggle to shed the weight of my armaments. As I cast aside my many aegises, I feel as though the world dons theirs, ever willing to seize upon my vulnerabilities that I secretly held captive beneath my protective shielding.  

I am not my armor. I am not a mere sword or shield to be wielded and sheathed. I am more than the successes and failures that define this world and my perception of it. I am more than the many enemies I have felled. I am more than the knight or the knave that I have been and that I have tirelessly fought to be seen as. In the stillness of myself, I have stolen glimpses of who I really am. I am gentle. I am a Samaritan. I am a temple. I am a messenger of guidance and spirit. I grow so weary of my ego. My ego…the bane of all human existence. My existence. 

In my lifetime I have caused blood to flow. I have tasted the metallic and salty flavor of my own. In so doing, I have not been able to move a world, change a world nor heal a world. Now I see, how can one effect change, move a people let alone the self and heal by bloodletting? This is not the way. It is not my way. Not anymore.

I know what I am capable of. I have lost the desire and the need to prove my pain causing talents when the pain I cause, I feel. It overwhelms me. So, let unseen foes sharpen their weapons and lie in wait as I discard the vestments of war I so greedily clung too. 

I allow myself to become. In the stillness of my inner realm I become the phoenix. Rather than defeating my enemies, I choose to transcend them. They have no power over me. I have been shaped by hunger, poverty, loneliness, pain and sorrow and still I have managed to heal, help, protect and love along the way. I have not fallen to self-abuse, self-pity, debauchery, hate and cruelty. I have stayed true, walking the imperfect road that is my life, imperfectly. Should challenges come with the strength of a storm, I shall become a mountain. Should challenges come in the form of a mountain, I shall become the sky. 

I shed my armor and become…more than what I used to be. That I might be what I have always been. This is my new adventure and woe to those who would encumber my transformation for I am a lowly pilgrim on the winding road to light and life accompanied by a ferocious animal within me ever willing to drag myself and anyone else into the darkest pits of chaos and despair should they test my resolve to become more than what I am.

In the stillness...I become...