Time to get those spidey senses tingling with this week’s Psychic Game!
Take a moment to center your body, quiet your mind and go to that child-like place in yourself that houses your imagination and intuition, where judgment is suspended and everything is possible.
With your eyes closed, bring your attention to your body. Notice your breathing. Breathe a little deeper. Where is your mind? Is it becoming more quiet and present? Good.
Now, with eyes wide, observe the photo. Gaze at the man in the photo as if you’re daydreaming about him.
What do you sense about him? What stories does his face tell? What does his posture tell you? Do you like him? Can you trust him? Where is he from? What is he about? What does he do for a living? What surrounds him? Who surrounds him? What would he say to you if you had a conversation with him? What does his overall energy say to you or feel like?
Daydream, imagine, be where he is. What’s going on? Do you get any names?
Close your eyes again and receive any other bits of information, visions, thoughts, impressions, sounds or smells. Simply allow this information to enter.
Now, go to the COMMENTS section on my blog and record ALL the impressions you receive, no matter what comes up. Just go with it and enjoy the process!
Eduard Einstein (28 July 1910 – 25 October 1965) was born in Zürich, Switzerland, the second son of physicist Albert Einstein and his first wife Mileva Marić. Einstein and his family moved to Berlin in 1914, but shortly thereafter Marić returned to Zürich, taking Eduard and his brother with her.
Eduard was a sensitive child and was often ill. He was a brilliant student, excelled in academics and had musical talent. He started to study medicine to become a psychiatrist, but by the age of twenty he was afflicted with schizophrenia and institutionalized two years later for the first of several times. Many people believe he was overdosed with drugs and harmed by the many “cures” that were used at the time. According to his brother Hans Albert Einstein, the thing that ruined him were the electric shock treatments.
After his illness struck, Eduard told his father that he hated him. Einstein never saw his son again for the rest of his life. Albert and Eduard, who Albert fondly referred to as “Tete,” corresponded previous to and after Eduard became ill, and continued after Albert Einstein’s emigration to the United States.
Eduard remained interested in music and art, wrote poetry, and was a Freud enthusiast – so much that he hung a picture of Freud on his bedroom wall.
His mother cared for him until she died in 1948. From then on Eduard lived most of the time at the psychiatric clinic Burghölzli in Zürich, where he died of a stroke at age 55. He is buried at Hönggerberg-Cemetery in Zurich. His family lineage has been used to raise public awareness of schizophrenia.