I have read numerous articles on necromancy over the years, and it has always scared me, until I realised that I had already been practising it most of my life. I always thought it entailed standing in a circle in graveyards at the full moon and chanting strange incantations whilst waving a sword in the air, for the reanimation of a decayed corpse, (Physically impossible, I know.......Or mabe not?). When I have a problem of some kind, to which I cannot find a solution, I ask my Ancestors to help me out, and they never fail me. I don't always get the answer in the way I expect, or want, but I always get the answer. No elaborate rituals, incantations, fat of unbaptised babies or anything at all is required. Just purity of intent, and a genuine desire to make contact. They are really good at arranging seemingly mundane coincidences, so it is easy to forget to thank them for their efforts. They don't really care about this in most cases, and in mine, they know what an absent minded buffoon I can be sometimes ( I just got a voice saying,'You said it!'.) so they make allowances. They also have a wicked sense of humour, and their jokes have bruised and battered my ego into submission on many occasions, mostly to my own personal benefit, although it hardly ever feels like it at the time. I do sometimes like to burn incense along with my prayer, or whatever it's called, as I do feel the Ancestors appreciate the effort made on their behalf. Plus I also feel that they can experience sensuality to some degree by tuning into the sensory impressions of those incarnates open enough to allow them to do so. Especially by invitation. They will not harm us, as they have nothing to gain by doing so, and as they are likely to be those who loved us when alive, there is no logical reason why this should suddenly change post mortem. I have had the privelage of being taken over to the other side, and seen the conditions of their/our non-existence. My visual impressions of them/us was of infinitely small, but infinitely bright points of light, sentient and enlightened. They made their incarnate identities known to me by the images moulded into the energy substance which surrounded them. Sometimes I would see a portrait of their face, and then maybe a series of artworks in the case of the more artistically inclined, or images of their acheivements during the course of their lives. None of this was really necessary, as there was a telepathic sharing of thoughts between us, but it made for an entertaining show all the same. Obviously, there are some points I'm not sure of, like the extent of seemingly needless suffering in the world, but I think I've got quite far in working that one out, but don't want to go into it right now, as I'm ready for my ugly sleep. If anyone is interested, I can write a fuller account of this at some point, but it will be a long post and might take me some time. Thanks for reading. Steve.
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