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ALICE:



I broke up with my guy and moved to my first own flat (apartment).



It was wonderful to have my own life, even if I missed him from time to time.



I was enjoying coming home among my things, have a nice cop of tea and sit in front of the TV, when ever I wanted to. If I felt for a nap I could take it without of having to explain or make apologies.



Halle, my boy-friend had been rather dominating, not that I objected, but I didn’t like him being constantly jealous at anyone who had trousers (pants) in my present. As long as he was dominant when we played our little games it was OK, but when he started to steer my life in jealousy he went too far. His jealousy becomes unhealthy for both of us. A little jealousy shows protection and love and ownership, but

If he just could be dominant without of being jealous it would be fine.



Now I was naked in my flat, with the door locked and I enjoyed my newfound freedom. I love to be naked, it gives me a feeling of closeness to nature beside it tickled my pussy (cunt) in such an erotic way.



I was naked in Halle’s flat as often as possible but I worried about him getting tired of my naked body so I started to ration my nudeness.



The last three years I had more and more started to believe in a life after this one. With my 22 years as a starting-point I’m thinking that moving ahead will not be in endlessness.



The thought of the inescapable death frighten me to death (smile).



When I contacted a spiritualist grope I started to get a glimmer of a life after this. It helped me to control my agony of death and it didn’t felt that scaring anymore.



I visit several séances and heard voices and shapes from the other world.

Every other believed and so did I. But I also search for technical and logical explanations to what was happening.



I register for a course. A well-known medium had a lecture and training for a small group for 1200 SEK (170 dollars) for a week-end.

We sat in form of a circle and on the floor was a big piece if cloth and there were seven candles.



She led (lead) us verbally through the ceremony and several of those taking part thought they getting contact. I didn’t get that far, but felt it close, very close, but it vanished.



The leader told us that we all had given our voluntary signal to the spirit-world that we wanted to have contact. Most important was that we should not be scared.



Was I afraid?

No, I don’t think so.



Spiritual world was for me positive and something I must respect.



I felt a great respect, but no fear, I think.

Everything was unknown and a little frightening by that. It is always easier to understand things you can touch.



Several evenings here locked in my secure flat I tried to conjure up a contact. I sat naked on a stool in my big room and speak up loudly. The thing that I was naked was no deal at all. It was simply so that I was almost naked all the time.



I did exactly as I was taught, both feet on the floor, hands in my thighs, breathe calmly and tried to visualize different part on my body.



Suddenly I got a feeling of that I wasn’t alone in the room, somebody was watching me.



But that was impossible. The entrance door was locked, twice and the security chain on. I was strictly alone in the flat.



But the feeling of being watched was still there. I moved my knees together as a good girl. If something was in the room it couldn’t be anything dangerous.



I wanted to have contact and I had wished it for so long now. If there really was a spirit-world I knew that my mortal dread would disappear. It would be as if the life shifted over to another form.



I had absolutely no hurry with my own death.



With all this thoughts in my mind I loose my concentration and abort my try to a séance.



But I vas now convinced that I wasn’t alone in the room, that somebody watch me. I felt it like a good feeling, there were hopes.



I took the telephone and rang my contact person, the woman who had had the séance and our training.

At the ending of the course she had told us to contact her if we had any questions.



I told her everything in detail, what I’ve done and how I felt, that I had had the strong feeling of being watched and also that I had had checked the entrée door and it was locked. There was only I in the room. The fact that I was naked was so unimportant so I didn’t even mention it.



“It is absolutely terrific! It sounds just like you had your spiritual leader in your room!”

She explained and was happy on my behalf.”



I didn’t find it that fabulous, more of a little peculiar. But certainly, she was right!

Most of all I felt thankful for her to not call my feeling in the room in question.



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When I had lived in my flat a week or so, something odd happened.



I sat naked at my stool and suddenly I heard a dark and dull voice that called:

“Alice! Alice! Do you hear me?”



I went stiff and felt it like my heart stopped and rushed to the entrée door to control it. It was locked. I was here alone in my own security and felt a little shame over my impolite rush to the door.



I returned and fell on my plaited basket, that I had my crochet-work in and manage to hit my little toe in a leg of my sofa, but it didn’t hurt until later.



I sat down on the stool and answer:



“Yes, I hear you! Who are you and how do you know my name?”



“I’m your spirit leader, so naturally I know your name.”



I had tried to locate the direction, but it was heard as if from the centre of the room.



“I have heard about the spirit leader at the course. Are you my spirit leader, Sir?”



I felt that a SIR was very right in this moment.



“Yes I’m and I can lead you in the right direction, if you want me to. Do you want that?”



“OH, Yes, please!”



“Okay, that’s good. I will be back. Continue to do as you do.”



“Yes, Sir!”



Then the voice was gone and I didn’t hear from it that evening or night.



Every thought I have in my head dance its own dance. I don’t know if it was in dizziness or just the thoughts having difficulty to stand still. It was so unreal, as in a dream. It must be a dream!



In the morning I called the woman again and told her everything.



I told her that the entrée door was absolutely locked and the safety chain was on and that I was alone in the flat.



I asked her again what she thought.



“I’m completely convinced that you have got contact with the spirit world and for that you shall feel auspicious. It is not that many that are chosen. Just keep doing what you do.”



That was funny I thought when I had thanked her and finished the call. I didn’t tell her that HE had said just so: Keep doing what you do!”



Now I was also convinced, anyway much more that yesterday. I had got contact with the spirit World. There was no other sensible explanation. I was chosen and I had got a spirit leader, who was going to guide me in my life.



I could only follow his advice in security and he could make everything right. JESUS! This was better than the first prize on LOTTO, better than everything. I was blest!