It was Friday afternoon last April and I was looking forward to our traditional “Spaghetti Night” dinner and relaxing weekend with my husband. A friend sent me a text asking if I would like to go to a Shamanic Journey practice night. I felt a tingling sensation run through me as I texted her back to say that I would go. Somehow I had a sense that I was meant to go to this practice night. There was a message that I needed to get. My instincts were not wrong. If anything, I think they may have under sensed what I was about to experience.