African Mask (1926)

I went to a garage sale to find the next item. A man sat at a table in the back of his garage while I perused his stuff. It was late in the day, garage sales close down early in Arizona because of the heat, and no other patron was present when I arrived. I looked around, taking my time to touch a few things on one of the tables. Occasionally something will call to me so I’m never in a hurry.
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I spied a shelf, down low near the floor of the garage, that had some masks on it. These drew me right over. Some were from Kenya and others from different places. I squatted down and was checking them out, one by one, asking the price and origin of each. There was a green one that looked like a dragon, from China, that I focused on but when I held it, nothing came to me so I put it down. At this point, from over my left shoulder, I heard a man’s voice. Another would be buyer had shown up. I didn’t look at him as he knelt beside me and started doing the same thing I was. He picked up a few masks and asked the same questions I did. This was where I felt him, his energy got stronger as it came at me (we were nearly elbow to elbow) “Desire,” that’s the word I got when I felt his vibration. We handed masks back and forth,”Hey, check out the back of this one,” “Feel the weight of this one, it’s heavier than the rest.”
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I took a mask in hand, one of the heavy ones, and slowly walked over to the man behind the table when from out of nowhere the other guy grabs the mask right out of my hand and offers the homeowner more money than he’d asked if he could take the two of them. I was dumbfounded. I was pissed. The exchange that followed, and ended with me having the mask back in my hand, was full of colorful expletives that flowed from my mouth. Now I may be tall and lean, but I’m no pushover.
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One thing I didn’t do was to make eye contact with this guy during the exchange. I never got in his face or threatened him. I have a good idea of what I can do and never use it unnecessarily on anyone.
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There was obviously a reason for the exchange. I was there at the exact moment that man arrived and was in the exact location for the whole thing to take place. The only thing I can figure is that I did him a favor by knocking him down a notch. His arrogance, self-righteousness, judgmental actions (probably based on the way I was dressed, I’d just gotten off of a job and it was messy) led him to believe that I was going to put up with him, or at least scurry away. I’ve been called a lot of things in my life but meek isn’t one of them.
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So that’s how I got this mask, I wonder what it’ll show me…
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A dark skinned man, he’s working under a roughly built shelter with a grass or straw roof. There are many men there doing the same thing as him, carving masks for the master.
These men don’t speak English and the tools they use are very simple. They wear long red skirts that are just above the ground and no shoes.
There are lions that live nearby, the men see them almost daily.
This mask is only one style, there are many different ones being worked on. Some are much taller and others are more squat and round.
They use grass or straw to pack the masks up in boxes when they are completed.
They start out with blocks of wood. They carry stacks of them on their heads, taken off the back of a truck. I see the man’s hands as he runs them over the piece of wood he was given. The backs are dark black and his palms are powdery white.
They have different stations to work at. The rough shaping is done at a table. They use what looks like a piece of chalk t draw the outline of what the mask will look like. There is a finished mask that they use for a pattern.
 The man draws it very carefully, where the eyes will go and the mouth. He’s talking, another man comes over to help him with something. They have a too to mark distance, like a compass, it’s only two sticks that are held together tightly, bound with string or twine. After the shape is traced the eyes are marked for location with an X. Then the mouth and the nose last. The helping man pats him on the back and then returns to his own station where he’s putting the finishing touches on his own mask.
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I disrupted the flow here by picking up the mask and examining it. I got so into the scene that my mind kicked in. This is the first time I might actually learn a skill through psychometry so I got a little excited.
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Looking at a flower mesmerizes you because of its natural beauty, it needs no explanation or searching. An item that was crafted has a story. there are threads attached to it that lead to the craftsman and anyone else that formed an emotional attachment to it after it’s creation. Perhaps it was a gift from a loved one. After that loved one has moved far away or passed on to the next life the thread becomes stronger.
I’ll look for some answers, specific ones, to learn as much of the story of this mask as I can.  Who, who made it?
One man takes the block of wood, he’s young, he does all the rough shaping because he’s new at this. An older man shows him how to trace the shape onto the block, “Don’t cut off too much, ” he’s told in his own language.
The wood is dense and hard to cut. He turns it on its edge and uses a heavy blade And something to hit it with. (the blade looks like a machete that’s been cut short and ground down. (I can’t see a hammer at this stage, I think he just swings the blade)
     What was his name?   Ooday, (spelled phonetically) Ooday was the young apprentice woodworker.
     Where in Africa are they?   South, way south. The word “Johnsburg” comes.
     When, when was this mask made? “1926” comes as words.
The old man watches Ooday work. He warns him that if he cuts himself it won’t heal…

Block Plane

DSC_0264I picked up this old block plane at a garage sale for $15. I figured that because it’s old, it’ll have a story to tell me. A very simple tool, one piece of wood with a tapered wedge to hold the blade in place. Since it’s a hand tool someone had to have put a lot of energy into it to make it work. Let’s see if there’s a thread attached that I can follow…


 

The first thing I see is someone using a wooden hammer to tap the wedge in place, tightening the blade.

A man, he’s wearing a heavy leather apron and has round spectacles on.

I see a shop, they make banisters there, other things as well. The plane isn’t flat, it doesn’t have a straight blade, it’s rounded to dish something out. He used it on the side of a banister.

There is a wooden sign hanging outside the shop. A horse and cart, the road is dirt. A small bell hangs from the jamb in the upper corner of the door. It jingles when someone opens the door and walks inside. There are round pegs sticking out of the wall, maybe where tools are stored or finished pieces are set. Inside the shop, there is a lot of sawdust on the floor, off to the side an old cash register sits on a small table or counter. The cash register displays numbers on something above the body, like around bar. (I drew a picture of this) There’s a crank handle on the side.

The shopkeeper writes things on a piece of yellow paper, a small pad that he keeps next to the register. “1920” comes as words.

Ok, I’m doing pretty good with this object. I’ll try to get some answers to specific questions.

“Where is this shop located?”   Cambridge Massachutesets. – This came easy, came as words. I didn’t even have to look.

“What id the name on the sign?” O’Rileys (woodworking) Thomas O’Riley. Tougher to get this, couldn’t see the sign, just heard the words. I also get the smell of horse shit outside the shop.

I see a canvas bag with woodworkers tools in it. It’s heavy. The word “Florence” comes. Could be a place or a person. Big, heavy wooden table inside. Made of four by fours. He made it. “2 August, 1914,” he writes it on the pad cash register.

I see some kind of a handle on the front of this plane. Kinda looks like a shovel handle, but different. It looks like a piece is missing.

I see a pile of logs, raw materials for him to use.


So I did some research. There were plenty of unpaved roads in Cambridge in 1914. There were also plenty of horses, people still used them to get around. The cash registers of the period had a crank on the side. I couldn’t find anything specific about O’Rileys, but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t out there….

Seeing without eyes.

I do, almost every day…

Definition of psychometry              

  1. 1:  divination of facts concerning an object or its owner through contact with or proximity to the object.         Merriam-Webster

“Psychometry is a psychic ability in which a person can sense or “read” the history of an object by touching it. Such a person can receive impressions from an object by holding it in his/her hands or, perhaps, touching it to the forehead. Such impressions can be perceived as images, sounds, smells, tastes – even emotions.”       Stephen Wagner 

“2. The alleged art or faculty of divining facts concerning an object or person associated with it, by contact with or proximity to the object.”   Dictionary.com

“Psychometry (from Greek: ψυχή, psukhē, “spirit, soul” and μέτρον, metron, “measure”), also known as token-object reading, or psychoscopy, is a form of extrasensory perception characterized by the claimed ability to make relevant associations from an object of unknown history by making physical contact with that object.  Supporters assert that an object may have an energy field that transfers knowledge regarding that object’s history. There is no scientific evidence that psychometry exists and the concept has been widely criticized.”   Wikipedia

“1The supposed ability to discover facts about an event or person by touching inanimate objects associated with them.” Oxford Living Dictionaries

“psychometry 1 the supposed divination of facts about events, people, etc., from inanimate objects associated with them. ”   Oxford American Dictionary

“psy·chom·e·try
the hypothesized ability to obtain knowledge about an object, or about a person connected with it, through contact with the object” Your Dictionary

“2. (in parapsychology) the supposed ability to deduce facts about events by touching objects related to them” collinsdictionary.com

“1.The paranormal ability to discover information about an object’s past, and especially about its past owners, merely by handling it.” Wiktionary

“Psychometry may refer to: ▪ Psychometry, a form of extrasensory perception ▪”                                englishdictionary.education


I found these definitions in books and on the internet. Six of them are opinion, using words like supposed or hypothesized, the rest are accurate. I can, beyond the shadow of a doubt, prove the six wrong. Experience supersedes belief. My experiences have changed my beliefs from somewhat scattered to firm and immovable. I, and how do I say this without sounding pius, perform, practice, can do, am skilled in, learned how to use this ability. Psychometry is a word that describes an action, a skill, like carpentry or tailor. If words only hold credence because they have scientific evidence , we need to take love out of the dictionary. (along with many others)

Enough description, let me share an experience with you. In fact, let me share my first psychometry experience with you. How I got to the point that I have this ability is a story for another day. Suffice it to say the road to where I stand today was steep, long and winding with no signs or arrows to show me the way. I attended the psychic fair in Phoenix this spring. There were several lectures throughout the day and I planned to attend as many as possible. Since there were overlapping lectures in the same time block, I had to choose between two. Neither description grabbed me so I just walked into the closest conference room and took a seat along the aisle, four rows from the front.

The speaker was a woman who performed Reiki, amongst other things. During her talk I learned that one of the things she does is to assist in missing person cases. She uses her abilities to help families to find their missing loved ones. This intrigued me, so I listened to every word she said and asked as many questions as I could muster. About three quarters of the way through her talk, she asked if anyone in the room knew what psychometry was. I, at that moment, did not. She explained what the word meant and told us (there were about fifteen people in the room) that she had asked a few people to bring an item with them that would be read in front of the audience.

(A little side note here, I’m already a gifted psychic and have spent a lot of time looking for missing people. This blog is to tell people about psychometry, but it’s hard to separate one from the other)  

Then, to my surprise, she asked for a volunteer to try reading an item. Since I already walked into a room, by chance, with a woman giving a lecture about her own experiences finding missing persons (which is right up my alley) I raised my hand. Two rows ahead of me, across the aisle, a woman with dark hair turned and reached toward me with an item in her hand. I never looked at the item nor did I look her in the face. I simply took it, leaned forward in my chair with my elbows on my knees and got into the zone.

As the images came to me in succession I spoke aloud what I saw in each. The first was a clear view, as if I were lying on the floor, of a dark brown wooden dais. I saw the bull nose edging, it was only six or seven inches above the main floor. The next thing I saw was a pulpit, to my left, the same dark color as the floor. My vantage point was the same so I was looking up at it from the side. Behind it I saw a figure, shrouded in white and gold, tall and bearded. The next thing I described was a window or a door with a gothic arch at the top. Also made of wood. There was either a cross or a plus sign shaped opening in this door shuttered window.

That was it, I was drained at that point. I told the audience that there was more but I had spent my energy for the moment. I handed the item back to the woman and again I didn’t look at her face. Everyone was amazed when the woman told the audience that the item she had brought with her, a brass envelope opener in the shape of a double edged knife, belonged to her grandfather. He had been a carpenter and built many churches in his day. I don’t get attached to anything I see though I can obviously remember it all. After the lecture the woman came up to me and wanted to know how I did it. How I could get so much information just by touching an object. I gave her the best explanation I could, which was probably lacking at best. She thanked me and we parted ways. I had to sit in my chair for a few minutes after I finished. It is a draining task to accomplish as I found out that day.

What are the real world applications of this skill, what good is it to be able to discern information from a material object? I suppose it could be used to solve a crime or catch a bad guy. When I find missing people I haven’t used this particular skill, but I’m sure it would compliment the process I use. I haven’t gotten that far yet.I must add that this is all fact, I didn’t adlib any of it and I’d take a lie detector test any day of the week. It can absolutely be done, no doubt.