Entering a room, the air seemed to be thick seemed humid. There were several dark energies in the enclosure that there was an unsettling mist or fog that would at best be a burden if something of the solution sense is embarked upon. At the simultaneous instance the thought had fled his mind, an ominous knock reverberated through the hill side town home. I have recollection of the hair raised on my arms and there back of my neck, mind perspiration forming just underneath armpits, constriction of my vocal box. Deep breaths benching around my body as my blood starts to flow regularly. Was this, no question no doubts this is intuitive spiritual awareness ...

TBC...
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