Desperate silence now prevails as transcendental connections have been rejected.
Mediumship, once a jewel in this life, is now the sodden embers of a fire which was extinguished amid a downpour of anguish and depression. That art is seemingly lost now. The keel and the oars of the vessel sunk without trace.
Life spinning round and round in an depressing, descending spiral. The purpose of it all lost in the darkness. A mire of sorrowful survival.
How those wondrous telepathic contacts were lost matters not any longer. They are out of reach. The world suffers the effects of another magnetic reversal and human consciousness feels the negative effects of a covert, technological attack. Perhaps it is an effect of these attacks that this sensitive is no longer aware of those contacts it made so easily not so long ago.
Shades and shadows still haunt. Contacts are still made in dream consciousness. But deliberate awareness tuning to receive telepathic impulse is lost.
Perhaps a temporary thing as an upgrade of the human consciousness takes place. Perhaps it is permanent. Only illusory time will tell.
