Look Ma, No Hands

When I was a little girl. the ghost story that frightened me the most was that of the severed hand that crept around the bedroom,up over the edge of the bed and strangled people.I must have heard it with variations at a thousand times at camp and sleep overs.I was terrified each time.
Much later in life,I joined a class on Crystal Gazing given by a local psychic.She taught these steps
1,Sit comfortably in a dimly lit room
2.Put both feet on the floor,hands palms up on your knees,and take 3 deep cleansing breaths.
3.Empty your mind of all thoughts as you look and concentrate only on the crystal.
4,Watch for shifts and variations as they appear in the crystal.
5,Describe what you begin to see.
6.Practice this at least 15 minutes daily with a tape recording your descriptions.

I did this faithfully in the week between classes and did not really see much of anything except a sort of smoke and some crack like things inside.Everyone else had these great images to report at the next class dogs,houses,cars.I was disappointed in my paltry gathering of cracks and smoke.The instructor was very encouraging even of my report.She hauled out the Crystal balls we were using in class,lit the candles and we assumed the position.This time we were going to meditate and read...
After a bit, there it was.I saw an image,my first image and last reading.You can guess.a severed hand crawling up the side of a mattress.So ended my time as a scryer.
Where did it come from? I had not thought of that story in years.Was it my unconscious mind having its' say? Probably.