RETROCOGNITION is seeing events that happened in the past usually by entering a trance. I experienced this when I first entered one of the first tall buildings built in Manila which is the Luneta Hotel. I went there to check the rates of their function rooms. When I looked out from one of its windows, I just saw the old state of Manila where there are no cars but several horse carriages were passing and I can see a bay at a distance then, several beautiful and well dressed women came in. This experience drew me to research the history of the place.It was built in 1919 and served as a brothel to American G.I.s during the World War 2.The Manila Bay can be viewed before from the site.

This is what President Dwight Eisenhower wrote about the Luneta Hotel's beauty:

"This Luneta was for more than 4 years the scene of my habitual evening walks. To this day it lives in memory as one of the most pleasant, indeed even one of the most romantic spots, I have known in this entire world. Leaving the front entrance of the Luneta Hotel in the evening, I could walk to the right to view the busy docks where Philippine commerce with the world was loaded and unloaded. From the hotel, looking across the peaceful waters of Manila Bay, I could see the gorgeous sunsets over Miravales. Walking toward the Club of the Army and the Navy, and looking down toward the city itself, I nearly always paused for a moment before the statue of the great José Rizal before returning to my quarters."

Are Dogs Psychic?

If you think human beings are the only ones capable of becoming psychic, think again. Even animals can possess this ability, especially dogs. In fact, dogs are believed to have high psychic qualities and can be sensitive to paranormal activities.

We credit dogs for their amazing qualities that endear them to us. We can train them and they can be of great help.

My late dad was a dog trainer and he taught our dogs, Bimbo and Bak, a lot of things. We would bring them with us to the market so that they could carry our baskets. Everyone who saw us was amazed. I cannot forget how they entertained our guests by doing tricks like sitting, standing, jumping, acting dead and solving simple math problems.

What other pet can beat a dog’s loyalty? They stay loyal to their owners — even if some owners beat them to death. Stories of dogs that stayed by their master’s grave even after death are not uncommon. Although, I am not sure if dogs cry — I don’t even know if they can shed tears, but they have their ways of expressing grief.

I experienced this when I saw from my dogs, after I came home from a long vacation, the way they moaned and repeatedly leaped on me. This seemed to be their way of asking why it took me so long to come back.

Dogs have also been helpful in scaring thieves away. A little sound could awaken them, and, if they feel that there is an intruder nearby, they get up, bark at the offender and prepare to attack. They can save the lives of their owners, even if that would mean risking their own lives. This is the reason why some of them have been honored as heroes.

Yet, dogs have another quality that everyone should be aware of — they have very keen instincts, one of the most important qualities of psychics.

It is not uncommon for some dogs to see a person and sense if that person has bad intentions. They have an uncanny knack for knowing if someone means harm. This can be attributed to their sense of smell, which is very powerful, and can be equivalent to clairalience — the psychic ability of gaining insight through distinct smelling.

I have often wondered how my dogs know that I am on my way home. My mother often tells me how my dogs would sit in front of the door, wagging their tails a few minutes before I arrive.

Or one wonders whether dogs have a strong sense of direction that allows them to find their way back home. Can they smell illnesses? Or are they just simply naturally psychic?

Dogs seem to see things that ordinary human eyes can’t. Have you ever noticed your dog staring at a corner of the house and acting silly as if it is seeing something creepy? My pets are no exception. They sleep regularly in my room and I notice that there are times when they suddenly seem frightened. They rush to the corner and bark at something unseen. At other times, they bark angrily at my window, even if there’s nothing there.

Do they see ghosts? Well, that’s not impossible. Dogs are believed to possess this ability from ancient times.

Some paranormal investigators bring dogs with them during their paranormal activities for experimentation. I remember Maddie, the Ghost Hunting Dog trained to sniff ghosts. The Atlantic Paranormal Society’s (TAPS) lead investigator Jason Hawes, who rescued the dog in 2010, has a lot to say about the half German Shepherd, half Australian Cattle Dog. According to him, the group taught Maddie to identify signs of paranormal activities in a location, which includes high magnetic fields.

We’ve certainly heard and read a lot of good things about dogs. Indeed, they were given a lot of useful traits that we can benefit from if we know how to be responsible pet owners. They are capable of giving and returning love. We just have to open our eyes to see those traits and appreciate them.

Dogs are our best friends. If we treat them with kindness, they can even be more than just our best friends. Give them a little care and they will return the favor 100 folds. Who knows, if we give them the love that they deserve, they can even be our psychic guides.

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The Day My Lola Passed Away

This was first posted on my FB Wall in 2013, the year my lola died. I do not feel her presence in the house anymore and I no longer see her apparition.

It was 3am on the 31st of March, year 2012. I woke up because I heard a loud voice shouting on my right ear. It called my name. The voice is quite familiar but I couldn't identify it. Then, I said to myself, "I think Lola Juaning will pass away today."

My lola has been sick for weeks and we have already accepted the fact that she is about to reunite with my Lolo Islaw, the only love of her life. She was already so thin and wouldn't take any food nor drink. It really breaks my heart to see her in that condition.

That morning, I went to her room and asked her if there is anything she wants to eat. She said, "Hindi, busog ako." I asked, "Paano ka nabusog." And she answered, "Maraming nagdadala sa akin ng pagkain." I couldn't help but cry because I know something isn't normal anymore. I also noticed that she wouldn't let go of a wooden pole beside her. I said, "Bakit ba ayaw mong bitiwan yan?" She said, "Diyan, maraming mga gamot." I quickly embraced her and whispered, "La, magpahinga ka na. Pagod ka na e." After promising her that I will buy her ice cream, I went out of her room and sobbed outside. Just after a few seconds, my teary-eyed mother rushed to me and said, "Patay na ang lola mo. Hinintay ka lang niya talaga."

After the funeral service picked up her body, we started cleaning her room. We found a calendar where the date March 31, 2013 was encircled. We were all surprised. Is it possible that Lola Juaning predicted her own death? Days passed and she was buried. That night after she was buried, I saw the door of my room slightly moved, the very same way it would move whenever my lola goes to me when she was still living. Seconds after that, I heard her howling voice saying, "Nayyyy !!! Bakitttt !!! Wala Na !!!"

That incident gave me creeps. And yes, it didn't stop there. Until now, I can still feel her presence in the house. I sometimes see her beside the stove in our kitchen, where she usually goes whenever she feels hungry. Whenever I hear my dogs barking at night and I would attempt to go out to check what's bothering them, I would see her walking towards the door, which is her usual practice whenever she suspects there is somebody outside the house. There are also times where I see her sitting in the living room, smiling at me. She was ever lovely.

Honestly, I find myself guilty that she still lingers. A part of me is not yet willing to let her go completely. It's always difficult to release someone you really love but I also have this strong desire for her to be in a better place. I am still working on my emotional healing; though over a year had already passed. We could have shared more wonderful things together if she was given the chance to stay with us a little bit longer. Her death is something so striking and it's something that I won't be able to accept quickly. I am, at least, trying to do that until now.

Ang Lalaki Sa Bintana

Mayroong nag-iisang kapatid ang nanay ko na malapit sa akin. Nuong dalaga pa ako, naisipan kong dalawin siya sa bagong bahay na inuupahan niya sa Guiguinto, Bulacan at manatili duon ng ilang araw. Isang araw, naisipan kong maglibot sa lugar nila. Sa di kalayuan, isang kakaibang bahay ang nakaagaw ng pansin ko. Isa itong maliit na kubo na napakapulido ng pagkakagawa. Labis akong natuwa sa napakalaki at napakalinis nitong bakuran na napapaligiran ng mababang pader at “gate”.

Simula ng makita ko ang bahay na ito, wala nang araw ang lumipas na hindi ko naisipang puntahan ito at saglit na tanawin. Hindi ko rin maiwasang mag-isip kung sino kaya ang nakatira dito at paano sila nagkakasya sa napakaliit na kubo. Sadyang kahali-halina ang kalinisan sa paligid nito.

Isang araw, may natanaw ako dito na isang matandang babae na may hawak na walis tingting. Hindi ko nakita ang mukha niya dahil nakatalikod siya pero napako ang mga mata ko sa buhok niya na kahit puti na lahat ay napakaayos ng pagkakapusod.

Duon ako nagtanong sa isang mama na nakatayo sa di kalayuan, “Mama, kilala n’yo po ba ang nakatira diyan sa kubo?”

“Hindi ineng e. Hindi sila lumalabas. Pero ang alam ko, front lang yang kubo na yan. Ang totoong bahay ay nasa ilalim ng lupa,” tugon niya sa akin.

Nagtaka ako sa narinig ko. Sino naman ang magpapatayo ng bahay sa ilalim ng lupa at bakit nila gagawin iyon?

Nuong huling gabi ng pagtulog ko sa bahay ng tiyahin ko, bigla akong nagising ng madaling araw. Una akong napatingin sa bintana. Mayroon akong nakita na isang lalaking nakadungaw duon mula sa labas. Ang nakapagtataka ay hindi takot ang una kong naramdaman nuon; bagkus ay mistula akong natulala. Pinagmamasdan ko siya at kung may kakayahan lang akong gumuhit ng larawan ng tao, malamang ay maiguguhit ko ang napakaamo niyang mukha, makintab at unat na buhok, makinis na balat at balingkinitang pangangatawan. Nakasuot siya ng pantalong maong at wala siyang pang-itaas. Napakaganda niyang lalaki at hindi ko makakalimutan kailanman ang mga mata niya.

Nang mahimasmasan ako, duon ko naisip kung bakit may lalaki sa bintana. Tinangka kong sumigaw ngunit hirap na hirap akong palabasin ang boses ko. Maya-maya lang, nagawa ko ring sumigaw ng “May tao” na siyang naging dahilan kung bakit nagising ang tiyahin ko at ang asawa niya. Biglang tumalon ang lalaki at nawala sa dilim. Agad kaming lumabas ng bahay. Nakapagtatakang isipin na naakyat niya ang bintanang napakasukol. Hindi ito magagawang akyatin ng ordinaryong tao kung hindi siya gagamit ng hagdan dahil may kataasan ito at wala naman siyang pwedeng kapitan sa pader. Ang pader kung saan naroroon ang bintana ay gawa sa pinagpatong-patong na madudulas na grava.

Ang mga nagtumbahang halaman sa ibaba ng bintana ay patunay na may tumalon mula duon. Nasisiguro kong hindi ako nananaginip lang at ang lalaking iyon ay hindi lamang isang guni-guni.

Bago ako bumalik nang Maynila kinabukasan, nagtanong-tanong pa kami sa mga tao duon kung may kilala silang lalaki na katulad ng lalaking dumungaw sa bintana nang nakaraang gabi. Wala sa kanila ang may nakikilala o nakikita man lang na ganun, ayon sa kanila.

Bago ako sumakay ng tricycle, muli kong sinaglit ang maliit na kubong iyon. Tulad ng madalas kong nakikita, walang tao dito at malinis na malinis ang paligid. Nuon ko lang naisip, bakit nga ba ako pumupunta lagi sa lugar na ito gayong napaka delikado ng daan papunta dito? Upang marating kasi ang lugar, kailangan pang tumawid sa sapa gamit ang isang napakanipis na tulay. Mapuno rin ang daan patungo sa kubo at walang mga bahay.

Tila ba hindi ko na naiisip ang kaligtasan ko nang mga panahong iyon. Hindi normal sa akin ang lumakad sa mga ganitong klaseng lugar dahil sa malaking takot ko sa ahas. Idagdag pa, paano kung may mga masasamang loob sa lugar na iyon at basta na lamang ako hilahin kung saan? Hindi ko rin maiwasang isipin na maaaring ang lalaking nakita ko sa bintana ay konektado sa bahay na ito. Hindi ko rin maipaliwanag kung papano ko natunton ang lugar na ito nuong halos kadarating ko pa lang sa Guiguinto.

Kung may katotohanan man ang mga haka-haka kong ito o kung produkto lamang ang mga ito ng malikhain kong isip ay hindi ko na nagawang alamin pa. Mula ng makauwi ako sa Maynila ay hindi na natahimik ang aking diwa.

24 taon na ang nakakaraan mula ng nangyari ito sa akin. Nakapag-asawa na ako at nagkaroon ng 4 na anak; ngunit ang kaanyuan ng lalaking iyon ay malinaw na malinaw pa ring nakatatak sa isipan ko. Hindi ko rin maipaliwanag kung bakit may mga araw na tila ba tinatawag ako ng bahay kubong iyon. Gusto ko itong balikan, tanawin ulit at magbakasakaling makitang muli ang mahiwagang lalaking iyon. Parang lagi na lang may nagsasabi sa akin na makikita ko pa siyang muli.

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To the Ghost that Follows Me

We've conducted a documented paranormal investigation at Fort Santiago on June 5, 2016. I, Jade Martin, was with Weng Cortes, Zernan Mataya, Vangie Bote and Edward Desales.

The spot where you can see the cross marks the final resting place of 600 Americans and Filipinos whose dead bodies were found in a nearby dungeon which is sealed with iron. They were starved and left to die of suffocation. When you approach the very small and narrow entrance of The Dungeons, you will still feel their agony.

I captured an anomaly on photo which was validated and declared legit by Profilers of the Unknown's truly reliable Validator, JR IV Rodriguez, a professional photographer of more than 30 years. And now, I have a new stalker --- the most handsome entity ever captured on pic. This gave me the inspiration to scribble my new poem on June 26, 2016.

To the Ghost that Follows Me

(By Jade Martin)

I wonder who you are

And what you need from me

You linger so consistently

My prying eyes can see

I wouldn't really mind

If you will walk with me

Oh you my mysterious sentry

I feel your agony

There's familiarity

With the way that you smile

Are you real or another lie

Stick with me for a while

I feel you in my heart

You're like a long lost friend

I know that I will comprehend

There's no need to pretend

And I will never fear

I'll be your company

Hold on to me persistently

Until it's time for me

To set you free

To give you back to destiny

Baluarte - A True Ghost Love Story

Photo Credits: Edz Diaz

I started operating the Intramuros Ghost Walk (IGW) on January 23, 2016. It’s a unique tour that aims to help people explore Intramuros, share some knowledge about Philippine History, give some education about The Paranormal, help the indigent families of Tribu Ni Bro, promote walking since it is the best exercise and spread the advocacy of treasuring and safeguarding our heritage. This project is so successful and we get regular bookings from different types of tourists, local and foreign alike. I personally chose the place because I feel a very strong attachment to it that I can’t explain.

Being a ghost tour operator and a paranormal investigator, I am very much exposed to ghosts and other types of spirits. But the most recent ghost experience I’ve encountered is the most interesting for me.

My IGW guests would usually feel strange whenever I take them to a certain tree outside Fort Santiago. Some of my psychic friends I brought there told me they got the impression that some people from different eras have committed suicide there bystrangulation. They also felt a very heavy emotion accompanied by anguish and tightening of the chest. For some reasons, I find that tree very intriguing.

In the month of May 2016, I thought of going to Intramuros alone. While strolling at the Baluarte De Dilao, I noticed a man on top of the wall. I am certain that he is a ghost because his body is see-through and I cannot see his face clearly. He followed me all throughout the Baluarte De Dilao. Whenever my steps become faster, his steps become faster too until he was almost running after me. When his presence became stronger, it sent chills down my spine and I immediately ran down of the fort.

Since that incident happened, some of my IGW guests would see an apparition of what they think is a soldier. Whenever a guest tells me about seeing that ghost, I would just congratulate them teasingly; however, at the back of my mind, I kept on wondering who he could be and if he needs anything from me.

I don’t know what came into my head that I thought of inviting my teammates to investigate Fort Santiago. 5 of us went there last June 5, 2016. There is a spot there that serves as the mass grave of the 600 American and Filipino soldiers whose dead bodies were found in a tight cell inside The Dungeons. They died there of hunger and suffocation during the Battle of Manila in 1945. While 3 of my teammates were checking The Dungeons, I decided to go to the mass grave and take a shot of it using my cellphone. I uploaded the pic to our Facebook Group, Center for Paranormal Studies, and some of the members noticed that it was photobombed by a very handsome full-bodied ghost.

Since I captured that photo, I would get short dreams in black and white where that man is talking to me. One dream showed that he is giving me white flowers that look like Kalachuchi, which is very common in Intramuros. I would remember this dream whenever my guests and I pass by the spots where this flower is dominant. In another dream, I saw us walking on the wall and he told me that his name is Lt. Scott Daniel. In another dream, he told me, “I will help you with Intramuros.”

I see him a lot whenever I go to Intramuros, whether there is a tour or none. I also see him standing at the gate whenever it’s time for me to leave The Great Walled City. I would always look back and smile at him. There was a time, while I was walking on the wall with some guests; I heard a voice saying, “I am very happy that you’re doing well.”

Since the haunting is becoming prevalent, I got so bothered. The mystery about my new stalker has caught my interest so much that I started seeking answers. First, I asked The Validator of my team, JR Rodriguez IV, to validate the photo. He told me that it is a legitimate anomaly. I also showed it to Ed Gamo, Jr., a friend of mine who is selling antiques, because I know that he is knowledgeable about old uniforms. He told me that he is sure, what the guy was wearing on the pic is the uniform of theAmerican Soldiers during the Vietnam War. I consulted 2 friends of mine who werepsychic mediums. Both of them told me that this ghost and I have a past life connection and it involves romance. They also told me that he follows me whenever I am inside Intramuros; and that the stalking started when he first saw and recognized me on the wall.

In the month of July 2016, my mentor who is a New Yorker, took a short vacation to the Philippines. We had lunch and I told him about the ghost and what I’ve been told by the people I consulted. He offered to do a past life regression on me so we can dig the mystery behind this haunting. I agreed without hesitation because there is nothing to lose anyway. 

The memories that came back during this past life regression have affected me so much. I was crying so hard then and I couldn’t help it…

The period is post-WW2 and the year that registered in my mind is 1958 or 1968. I am a club singer and my name is Emiliana. I was singing the song “Ang Tangi Kong Pag-ibig” one night when Scott, an American soldier who is fulfilling his duty here in the Philippines, caught my attention. I immediately noticed him although he is sitting at a corner because of the way he stared and smiled at me, and also because of his good looks. To cut a long story short, we had a relationship and he frequented the club because of me. He fondly calls me by the nameEmmy.

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After several months filled with happy moments, he stopped seeing me for reasons I am not aware of. He also stopped going to the club. I waited for days, weeks and months for him to return until the pain and sorrow almost killed me. I no longer want to sing. I no longer want to eat. I no longer want to live. The owner of the club named Alfonso, my father’s friend who adopted me after I got orphaned by the war, got so worried about me and encouraged me to forget about the American bastard who did not really love me; because if he did, he wouldn’t just leave without closure. He did his best to encourage me to eat; to remind me of how people adore me whenever they hear me sing; and to plead with me to do this not just for myself but also for him because seeing me like this makes him die every day.

When I realized the things that he said, I decided to move on and start my life anew. I started singing again and though I would still remember Scott, a new smile started to inspire me every time I perform. And that was Alfonso’s. He professed that he has special feelings for me and he’s been keeping those for years. I accepted his love. He is older than me by so many years but he is still single. A bit peevish but he is always nice to me. Eventually, we got married. He helped me a lot in healing my wounded heart and I became a devoted wife to him because of that.

One day, I sat at the entrance of the club to read a book. When I lifted my head, I felt so cold upon seeing a familiar physique walking towards my direction. With all excitement, the man walked faster when he recognized me. I slowly stood up and dropped the book to my surprise. It was Scott. He hugged me tightly and I was speechless. He told me how he missed me...how he was saddened when he came to the club that afternoon and was told that I am no longer there. He wanted to give me the news that he will be assigned to a different country and he has to leave immediately via cruise the next day; but he will come back after that assignment. He also mentioned about the tons of letters he sent me while he was away. I told him I didn’t get any letter from him. I also told him that I never left the club.

Angrily, he entered and went up to the second floor, which is our home. When he found Alfonso sitting in the living room, he quickly pulled him by the shirt and pressured him to say what really happened then. It was through their conversation that I learned that when Scott came one afternoon to the club, it was Alfonso who welcomed him. He lied to him by saying I stowed away because he reprimanded me for not asking permission whenever I go out on dates with him. Scott told Alfonso that he will send me letters after leaving the country, with the hope that I will be back after a few days. While in a mission, he suffered months of emptiness because he never heard from me again. It turned out; Alfonso received all the letters and after reading one, he would burn it in the furnace.

Scott almost beat Alfonso black and blue because of anger; and I was already in panic because of what’s happening. Scott asked me to go with him and leave Alfonso because he cheated both of us. But I can’t leave him because he took good care of me and he treated me so well. He is the only family I have since my parents died. Most of all, he is my husband now. Surprised and devastated, Scott ran away after hearing those words from me. I wanted to run after him but Alfonso cried out for help. He got bruises and I had to treat him immediately. I felt hate for my husband for what he did to me and to my one and only love but I had to consider all the good things he’s done for me. After all, we’re bound by our matrimony.

While treating him, he asked for my forgiveness and told me that he intended to take me away from Scott because I will not have a good future with a soldier who keeps on leaving for his missions. He knows that he can take care of me more and he won't be like him who will make me wait for a long time before coming back. Besides, I'll have no assurance if he will really come back. I heard every word he said but I don't seem to absorb anything. My chest felt so heavy that I wanted to pound it. I felt like my heart is about to explode.

The next day, I saw a number of people gathering around a tree outsideFort Santiago. A man hanged himself there to death. I covered my mouth in astonishment when I saw that it is Scott. That unbearable sight got my eyes flooded with tears. 

That’s the last thing I saw at the end of the regression. After that, I felt sad for a matter of days. Call it crazy but this is the first time I felt an attachment with a ghost. It’s like I feel his pain…his sadness…his longing. I even scribbled a poem for him just to release the emotions.

One day, I went to the tree outside Fort Santiago alone. I was trembling while approaching it because I can feel the usual heaviness around it and the goosebumps. I asked, “What do you want from me?” Scott’s apparition came out from behind the tree. I only heard the words, “I can’t leave Intramuros.”

When I met my mentor again, he encouraged me to light a candle for him and channel him so he can move on. He told me that if he really committed suicide insideIntramuros, his soul must have been trapped in there. I might be the key that can set him free, according to him. This made me think for a few days. 

I am not a devoted Catholic and I don’t observe mass for some reasons, but for Scott’s sake, I went to San Agustin Church and lit candles for him. While doing this, I felt him beside me and tears fell from my eyes. It may be Déjà Vu but the thought of us visiting this church a lot when he was still alive and lighting candles together just like this suddenly called to mind. Without turning my head to his direction, I uttered these words for him:

“I am doing this not because I really want to let you go. But it’s because I want you to have peace.”

I still see the handsome soldier whenever I go to Intramuros. But I no longer feel his sorrow. Maybe, he has already let go of whatever anguish his soul has. I am certain that his journey toward a better place will soon take place once he has completely detached himself from whatever kept him for a long period of time in the place that served as our "Baluarte", the very beautiful City of Intramuros.

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Why a Relationship with a Ghost is Sometimes Better

NOTE: This article is made for fun. Please don't take this seriously. But that's up to you. :

1. You don't need to worry about faithfulness. He won't flirt with other girls and is not interested in that anymore.

2. He won't nag. He no longer have vocal cords. He won't be demanding as well.

3. You won't get bugged by text messages asking you where you are and who's with you. He doesn't need to ask anyway. He knows. You don't need to lie.

4. He won't need space. You wouldn't suffer because of his so called "caveman drama" where he'll just stop communicating and disappear from your sight for a matter of days or weeks and then, come back when he's ready to mingle with you again. He sticks with you. And more than that, he lingers 24/7.

5. He doesn't have a Facebook account. That is why there is no reason for you to get jealous of the pics he uploads, and the statuses he posts; and vice versa. You don't have to unfriend him when the relationship turns sour and add him back when your anger has passed.

6. It's not difficult to say sorry. No effort is needed for this most of the time. He isn't hard to please too.

7. You don't have to oblige yourself to have sex with him. He doesn't need it.

8. Less obligation is required. No need to wash and iron clothes, no need to cook, and so on. He also wouldn't complain if the house is not clean.

9. He wouldn't add up to the monthly billing and other expenses. He doesn't use electricity (though he may absorb electrically charged ions to be able to manifest), he doesn't need cellphone load, water and so on. Hence, you'll be able to save more money.

10. Communication is easier if you are sensitive enough. It only needs telepathy to send and receive messages from him. You don't need to text him or send him PMs and wait for his reply forever.

11. He can't hurt you physically, emotionally and mentally.

12. You can always shut him off if you wish. And he'll wait patiently until you're OK again.

13. It wouldn't matter to him if you're gaining weight or if you're developing wrinkles. You don't need to be upset if you're tummy has grown bigger and if your breasts are already sagging. He always sees you as the real you. The young version of you.

14. He doesn't have bad influential friends. You wouldn't get that much headache because he doesn't go to drinking sprees, spend money on other girls and expensive gadgets.

15. His love is forever.

Past Life Regression

This is a technique where hypnosis will be used on you to help you recover the memories of your past life. Knowing who and what you are in your past life can help you understand your present situation. Some of the things you’ll discover from this are the following:

1. Why you have difficult relationships

2. Why you have emotional issues

3. Why you are drawn to certain people, places, hobbies, etc.

4. Your purpose in your current life

5. Your soul mates 

6. Ways to access the abilities you’ve developed then 

7. New perspective on how you can improve your present life

Concerning Third Eye Issues

Are you experiencing migraine, anxiety, sinusitis, seizures, poor vision, backache, depression, nightmares, vivid dreams, intense skepticism and paranoia? These are some of the signs that your Third Eye is blocked or suffering from imbalance.

The Third Eye, for your information, is the 6TH Chakra, and it is connected not only to Clairvoyance but also to Higher Consciousness, Creativity, Wisdom, Emotional Intelligence, Intuition, Inspiration, Imagination, and so on.

We are all born with it. It only gets blocked along the way because of many reasons.

When the Third Eye is not active or is too active, it is an indication that there is imbalance going on.

I made this simple for those who keep on asking me how to open or close the Third Eye. There is no need to open it. You only need to cultivate it. There is also no need to close it. If the only problem you are having is you don't want to see ghosts and other spirits, you can have that feature deactivated. Closing the Third Eye means completely blocking it; hence, the other things connected to it (as mentioned above) will also get affected.

Some realistic ways to deal with this problem is to meditate, keep a healthy lifestyle, stop doubting your intuition, to mention a few…