I used to stare into mirrors until my face blurred and I saw beyond, and my visage was replaced by others, that I still felt were me, and took to be former incarnations. I had bad experiences with and following that though and wouldn't recommend it. There was one particular occasion when the eyes looking back at me were malevolent and certainly not my own, that frightened the hell out of me. I've pondered since then what I had got in touch with - whether I was hallucinating or had summoned some evil spirit or had just got in touch with the dark side of my nature. There are surely forces in the universe that I don't understand and that are perhaps best left alone. I've been chased by shadows and ghosts since then, up until the time that I faced the heart of the dark mass above me and blessed it, with love. It took immense will power and truth in my intention to love the darkness and I felt it oppressing and attacking me but I kept my eyes open and continued to issue forth love and acceptance, until at last it faded. I haven't been troubled since then.