Back in 2014 I moved to a province in southern Argentina, where I met a very special woman. She became my Psychic Master. I started different therapy practices with her that somehow "woke up" my sensitivity. Before that, I would have weird long dreams, but after these practices, my dreams became precognitive and I would suddenly just know stuff out of nowhere. Those therapies were breathing regressions and Reiki initiation.
However, I couldn't keep up with that when I went back home. Everything down south was so beautiful and dreamy, surrounded by nature everywhere, that by the time I got back to my hometown, very far away from my Master and new friends, I got depressed and slowly abandoned what I had learnt.
Anyway, my skills are still there. I don't practice Reiki or meditation anymore, but I've been connecting with my inner artist. I had started tattooing in 2013, but it never felt like the real deal for me. I'm still struggling with the frustration and self-esteem issues that come with becoming a professional artist. So when I'm feeling motivated enough, I share my work and people seem to appreciate it. I'm learning to enjoy the process rather than the result.
Last year I decided to give Inktober a try. For those of you who have no social media, Inktober is a worldwide challenge for anyone who wants to take part, and it's about doing a piece of art using ink every day during October. People mainly share their pieces on Instagram. Some achieve their monthly goal, some don't. Well guess what? I didn't achieve the goal, but it was fun for a few days. There's an official account on Instagram which is supposed to have created this challenge, and every year they give out a list of 30 "keywords" for the current Inktober, so that people get "inspired" and every word shows up in their works.
On October 3rd I sketched a weird creature (my favorite topic) around the keyword "Mindless". I was focusing on having fun while doing it, so with music playing in the background I just drew whatever I thought of. Once the sketch was done, I was super excited to start inking because I was experimenting with tattoo inks. Before that, I texted my brother - which I rarely do - and he replied asking me if I had talked to mom. I hadn't, but I was thinking of her while drawing, and was planning on texting her after I finished my piece. That's when he told me my mom's husband had passed away. He had cancer and was bouncing between doctors for months. The man had a tumor in one leg, which was diagnosed too late, and it spread very quickly. One of the last organs the cancer took over was his brain. I can't describe how shocked I was, even more when I looked back at my drawing.
"Mindless" is - now - a painting of a weird smiling creature pinching its head with a needle, releasing some yellow thing, showered by white flowers. The most striking detail for me is the needle, because it's holding a black thread that looks like curly hair. My mom has curly hair, and she's been a dressmaker her whole life. It took me hours to calm down. I'm attaching a scan of the piece so that you can see it. The following day I stayed at my mom's place overnight. I didn't tell her about this, I was worried it would be too much for her. The same day I met her, she got a plant in memory of her husband, and it had big white flowers.
I don't know if I should do this kind of "psychic" drawings as my service to help people somehow. I've done other pieces like this before. Even though I don't practice the above mentioned therapies anymore, stuff like this still happen on a pretty regular basis. All I know is everything seems to flow harmoniously when I allow myself to enjoy what I'm drawing/painting. I just wanted to share this with you because I've read stories here from people who also make art like this. If you've come this far, thank you! It would be amazing to get in touch with anyone who's had such experiences, so feel free to comment and/or send me an email.
Thank you for your time.