experimenting with instrumental trans communication.

Morning I have decided to get back into doing ITC (instrumental trans communication).

I have been using my little portable analogue television and an app I forgot I had that just using white noise to pick up spirit.

Both of them do it you just take photos or video it for a while, sometimes it can take up to an hour filming but it's the aftermath of slowly going through frame by frame to pick up anomalies.

Over the last few days I have captured these images of my family including my Gary, an Auntie and Uncle, my great grandfather my nans dad, my grandad, and my mum and dad.

There is also an alien child which looks like a little girl.

These are a few I have captured.

Looks like my final full year on this earth is being fulfilled in many different ways.

I am receiving another third eye awakening download its happening now, its not so severe but it is there.

Also to give me some comfort I have a new kitty she is ginger in colour and very cute but senses spirit a lot.

Gary chose her name she is called Toffee and she let's him tickle her tummy, also she gets excited and looks at my painting on the lounge wall.

Reason why is she can see his face in the painting.

OK enough rabbiting here are a few images I received from doing visual itc.

my grandad Fred.

my mum and dad

my auntie and uncle

my great grandfather George

an alien child looks female.

Gary

Gary.

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