A gentlemen friend carried a pocketknife, and in conversation said he had no idea where he got it. He had owned it for so long he didn’t remember where it came from. In my meditative state, I queried about the knife. This is the information that I received:
Red and blue type, like type-set letters. I hear the keying of a manual typewriter. Perhaps the knife was originally purchased through a magazine ad or some other form of advertising.
I see many, many male faces, one at a time, in great detail. The faces are live. I would judge them to be all over the age of fifty. The progression of faces is very detailed and very fast, too fast to grasp individual features. One I remember is a gray-bearded man.
The next thing I see is something representing heat, like hot metal. Perhaps it is a steel plant, with molten steel.
Quite strangely, I see my Aunt Marion’s face in a manufactured form, like an applique or a sewn patch. She is wearing the hair style that she wore in the 1960’s. Then I see her real face in living detail. I see many screen shots of her face. Her hair is brown, and not the blonde I remember so well, which would have been her hair color in the late 60’s.
I originally thought that she was a part of the person’s life who had owned this pocketknife at that time which didn’t make any sense to me at all. The information continued.
I then feel the impact of parts being made. I can assume the pocketknife is carried by someone working in a plant.
Next, my nose feels stuffy, and there is something packed in it. I think about the snorting of cocaine, but that’s not it. It’s snuff, or a substance that is inhaled through the nose. It is a heavy substance and I cannot breathe clearly. I feel it is tobacco.
From this presentation of events, I assume the man who owned this pocketknife worked in a print shop that used plates in their printing process, and the man inhaled snuff. It was some time later that I realized that my late aunt was the guide that brought me this information!