#15. Triangle Attack

Another friend I owe much of my success to is someone I’ll just call Dan.  He was a key component on my road to believing in myself.  He wouldn’t let me doubt myself and step back from what I’ve already established to be true, and he was supportive in that I had no reason to think I was crazy.  I tried something that shouldn’t have worked, but it did, so I had a responsibility to find out why.  He was one of those people who pushed me to keep a clear head no matter what was going on, and if I experienced any success with this stuff, that probably had something to do with it. He connected me to a few events where I could just walk around and anonymously practice, and I had some of my best reads in front of strangers.  Once I went with Dan and someone I’ll just call Shane to help Shane get some of his stuff from an ex-girlfriend’s place.  There were a few people there I didn’t know, the ex, and some guys at a table.   Dan introduced me, “This is Joe, he’s psychic, check this out, think of a picture.”  I forget what the picture was, but I got it correct, and the next guy wanted to try.  When I closed my eyes for the read, I caught a glimpse of a rainbow pulsing triangle with drooping corners, the most vivid thing I’ve ever seen in my own mind, and as I opened my eyes, he suddenly lurched in pain, leaning back in his chair with his hand over his eye, and shouted, “You stabbed me with my triangle!”  From what I gather, he might have experienced some sort of vertigo in his mind’s eye, but I still can’t fully explain the incident. We each had our own quiet panic attacks, and Dan calmed us down.  That was the only time anyone ever accused me of that, possibly because I try not to imagine motion during reads anymore, who knows, but somewhere down this road might be control of a long-lost psychic vertigo attack, or maybe I had nothing to do with his reaction. I may never nail that down.