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    My Third Eye
    My Third Eye
    My Third Eye
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    My Third Eye

    By Lady Sunday

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    In researching my own personal experiences and why the feathers on the back of my neck get ruffled, this book is a personal autobiography with personal paranormal experiences.
    A short series on the backgrounds and histories of Astrology, Tarot and Ufology, such as the Black Knight Satellite.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLady Sunday
    Release dateJul 17, 2016
    ISBN9781533700803
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      My Third Eye - Lady Sunday

      ~What is The Third Eye?~

      In Hindu, Buddhist, and Taoist belief’s, the Third Eye, also called the ‘mind’s eye’, is the area between the eyebrows and considered one of the seven main energy centers of the body. These seven energy centers, called ‘Chakra’s’, through which energy flows in our bodies, form a main meridian line, from head to toe. The Third Eye is at the sixth chakra, and represents the spiritual eye, to hear, see and emotionally connect with others and nature. It is our intuitive center that we use as an insightful way to gain wisdom, and gives us the ability to make decisions from a spiritual point of view. This belief, is that through time, and scientific, technological advances, the Third Eye has become blocked. Buddhist and Tibetan spiritual texts and practices have shown that through meditation, the Third Eye can become unblocked. Unblocking our Third Eye, causes humanity to raise consciousness, for transcendental awareness, using an eye, other than our two physical ones, to see and hear from an emotional level.

      The belief in a Third Eye, invisible in the middle of one’s forehead, that provides perception beyond physical sight, is considered Esoterical and Mystical. However, Esoterical and Mystical beliefs can not be proven with a scientific method. The Third Eye is present in all human beings at birth, and becomes blocked during childhood, according to the spiritual beliefs that were formed with the scientific method as a base foundation. Any of the senses can be damaged. We can become deaf and mute or are born with defects to that degree. The ‘Sixth Sense’ or Third Eye is no different. It is a sense that must be used and tuned, just like hearing, touching, tasting, smelling and seeing. The interpretation of results and properly communicating these with others, can easily be mistranslated. Through the study and research of our history on Earth, archaeological digs in Ancient Indian caves, study of the Corpus Hermeticum (a series translated to Latin and printed from before 1500 based on tablets of Egyptian history, Babylonian history, and includes parts from authors like Hermes, such as the emerald tablet) and those psychologists and astronomers who authored books on their personal experiences and studies, we gain an understanding of our Third Eye. Before beliefs became split by the scientific method, authors such as John Dee, Carl Jung, Nostradamus, Aleister Crowley and many more, we can began to remember again.

      ~A Rendering of Myself for you~

      A little bit about my fascination with the paranormal will tell anyone that I am a little eccentric. Starting at the age of 12 years old, I read books on Cell Memory, Past Life Regression and the Paranormal. As a child, younger than that, I was described as precocious. I constantly angered my mother when I would ask what I thought was a perfectly common sense question. She didn’t want common sense. She wanted me to cry along with her or be angry along with her and I remember feeling as though it all could have been avoided. What the hell was she crying for? One action had a definite reaction.

      Yes, I got slapped for talking back. I really was being innocent though.

      I freaked my mother out when she left me at a babysitter’s so her and a friend could go out one night and the woman told her when she picked me up she would never sit me again. That was New York in the early 1980’s and before cellphones. The poor woman was stuck with me until my mother was done with her night. Apparently, from what I remember, there was a boy who wanted to play with me and there was no little boy at the house. It was late at night and the woman and her older-than-me daughter were annoyed. She let her daughter take me to the basement, where she had said earlier I was not allowed, so I could play with their cat. That’s how annoying I became about this little blond haired boy that kept wanting me to get off the couch and go down the hall to play. I didn’t want to go and the dark haired woman with hair not quite to her shoulders, kept saying no one was there for me to have been talking to. I know the house was in the area of Newfane and Wilson, NY and was a ranch on the inside. Walking in the front door, you had the open living room on the right with the basement door on the left and straight ahead was the kitchen beyond a big curved doorway. The sink was in the counter-top that ran along the wall on the right with I believe the refrigerator and stove. The hallway went off to the left to the bedrooms and bathroom. I wasn’t allowed in any rooms but the living room, kitchen and bathroom, so I have no way of saying what was down the hallway. Memory can be tricky and details can be off but not so much that I wouldn’t remember I was sitting on a couch with the kitchen directly in front of me. This little boy just stood to the entrance of the hallway and kept saying ‘come see my room’ and ‘come on! Don’t you want to come play?’

      It went on for quite a while before the woman got up and stood near him and said what do you see. After I told her, she told her daughter to take me to play with the cat until I fell asleep. Her daughter acted funny also. Down in the basement, she asked me if I saw the boy anymore and of course, I didn’t. That seemed to confuse them even more when they brought me BACK into the living room and there he was again. I remember there was some whispered conversation between them at the door, while I looked for their cat. I stayed in the basement with her daughter until my mother came and I can honestly say, I do NOT remember a cat. Maybe it was hiding. Every time I asked the girl, she said the cat must have been hiding. I remember the car ride was quiet with me in the back trying to tell what happened and her telling me to sit back and be quiet. Her friend and her were awfully quiet and in the glow of the dashboard lights, I could see them glancing at each other now and again while my mother drove the country road.

      I was born on May 1, 1976, commonly referred to as May Day. My father was Baron

      McBride, but he used Barry as his given name. I was born in Buffalo, NY and my mother and father lived together for a little while until I was about 2 years old. At that point, my mother had my birth certificate changed to her maiden name. She attempted to permanently remove him from her life. I think she forgot to remove me, too, as it was an unsuccessful attempt. I look exactly like my Creole father, who was born and raised in Louisiana and was from New Orleans. I have lighter skin and hair. I have the dimple in my chin he has and dark brown, wavy hair that lightens in the summer. I always have a tan but in the summer it darkens. As a child, I looked like Hiawatha. My hair was straight and came almost to my shoulders. It didn’t get curly unless it got wet. I was known in my family to run around like a little Indian, climb trees, swim, dumpster dive, hide in clothes

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