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Some Spirit Release Updates

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Not much happening at night that I can remember, but must be chocked full since I''m not feeling rested at all. Assume lots of downloading is taking place these days. Anyway, I''m taking a regular nap everyday from 30 minutes to an hour...and not getting any sleep there either. Most active time of day seems to be around 3pm.\r\n\r\nYesterday, right off...I came face to face with what appeared to be an old Jewish woman. She was very pleasant, but sorta spacey...a flibberty-jibbet of sorts. We were standing in that dark neutral space of mine that I call my "Etheric Waiting Room". She came up, took me by the arm, and manifested us both in the middle of her kitchen. She wanted to feed me, and give me tea, and chat, and chat. Then loads of neighbors came over (all of the Jewish grandmother variety)...and they were all tugging on my energy.\r\n\r\nI wasn''t sure how to approach the situation of her being dead. I asked if I could see the garden, which all her friends kept going on about. I thought that possibly her manifested world ended at the threshold. It didn''t. We walked around for awhile...and I could see where she put a ton of energy into all she busied herself with throughout her days. Also, made me consider that it was my energy that was footing the bill for all of it.\r\n\r\nI asked if I could speak to her alone for a moment.\r\n\r\nShe happily obliged and took me into her dining room. I asked how she was feeling. "Fine, fine my dear", she insisted. I told her to sit down...there was a fragile like quality about her, and a closeness that caused me to be courteous and gentle. I asked her how she felt about me. She went for a while about how much she adored being friends with me, how I inspired her, and how much we had in common. How thrilled she was that I''d finally come to visit! She wasn''t making the situation easy, so I had to just blurt it out. I told her her palce was beautiful, her world was beautiful, and how I was sure she was very attached to it, and loved it...but...it wasn''t real. She cocked her head. I told her she was dead. She didn''t respond at first...processing my words; then she broke into tears.\r\n\r\nI sat beside her and held her. Then she was no longer an old Jewish woman, but a mature (less older) black woman. Sort of confused me at first. It didn''t take long for her death to register. She explained that her husband had been cheating on her, and was leaving her...so she took his gun and shot herself in the head. She held her and said it hurt. She said that she had worked for an older Jewish woman...and had always admired her so much...her wealth, status, friends, and happiness. She wanted to be so much like her....thoughtful and giving, with a beautiful home for people to enjoy themselves in...for people that wanted to stay forever. So, when she died she took on that persona. I told her she''d done a fabulous job, and praised her for a good while...during this time the friends who were occupying the kitchen, had all moved one by one into the dining room with us, and were listening to me explain her situation. They were all whispering and wondering if they were dead as well.\r\n\r\nI had to explain to her that she was a very kind, very sweet woman...BUT, that she was making my life difficult for me; that she was using my energy to exist as she was and that it wore me down, and made it hard for me to do accomplish the things I needed in my life. She understood and as very apologetic. I began to get emotional, probably absorbing what she was experiencing...but it was causing me to wake up...and I hadn''t yet worked to release her. It took a lot for me to stay in and keep explaining the process to her.\r\n\r\nI told her that I helped people reunite with their families. That there was another place much better then the place she was at (if she could believe it)...and that she was free to go there if she wanted. It was the first time I''ve given an attachment of mine the option of staying around. I told her she could think about more if she wanted, take her time with it, and that when she was ready I''d help her cross over.\r\nI told her to close her eyes, and look through the darkness to see if there was anyone out there she recognized. She found her mother, which she seemed most overjoyed about....who she was the closest with. She was anxious to go. I explained that whenever she was ready to she could move on her own...that she didn''t need me to help her (fearing that any moment I would fully wake up). I told her all she had to do was take her mothers hand, and let go of her all her connections to this place.\r\n\r\nI did wake up, but I can stay in trance long enough (if I remain completely still and hold on to the energy...till I fall back into the same place). When I did...the old woman was holding ''my'' hand...and we were walking across the large garden to an area where there was a black family sitting on the porch of another house. They immediately gathered around her as family. So...I thought that was good sign, that possibly I was being taken along for the meeting...to pass her over to her folks. Then I realized that entire family was trapped in the astral realm as well. They weren''t all attachments of mine (like the neighbors)...it was some sort of crossed field or community..a foster situation of sorts...hard to explain. There were at least a dozen children of various ages. and a few adults that called the old woman ''mom''.\r\n\r\nI had to go through the entire process again...with the oldest of the group. She was of course shocked to find out that they were all dead, but she admitted it explained a lot of things. I was going to work on releasing the entire family. I''ve never done a such a large release, but I couldn''t see where it would be anymore difficult. Except...the old grandmother was missing! When I inquired to her whereabouts...they said she''d gone back home. :? A moment of empathy, and I didn''t want to release the only family this woman had...and I was already on the verge of waking up...so there wasn''t much I could do. I explained the process again, and that they didn''t need me to pass over into a ''freer'' zone of existence. Then I was awake.\r\n\r\nAwake and thinking what an extremely odd job I have. I thought...what would a normal person do if someone just showed up out of nowhere and told them they were "DEAD"?!? How weird would that be? I''m like the Angel of Death I thought. I go and tell people that their lives are over, and I''m gonna help them cross over to the other side. I thought...there has to be a better way to explain it! Something less scary, but isn''t that was Azrael does? Tries and makes it less freaky!?! Then I had to sit and think awhile about whether or not these attachments are really doing much harm? Some do; some are nasty as all get out! But the sweet ones...or the children. Just wonder I guess...on another level...if releasing them to "the light" is really what I think it is!??! What if it''s not? What if it''s a rouse? A trap? That would be terrible!!! :?

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Black Barbed-wire worms, natives, and release.

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I took quick nap yesterday. I was in some native american village...a town.\r\nI wandered around a short bit, but energetically everything was a blur, till\r\nI came to an open-market. The next thing I remember I was sitting on a blanket\r\nwith two younger men (brothers)...both doing crafts. One was making beautiful\r\nmoccasins, and I remember turning the way I was sitting so I could show him the\r\nones I wore. I said, "I made them", although I merely manifested them in the moment.\r\nHe complimented them. The feeling overall was good...to be sitting with artists, watching\r\nthem create...felt ''perfect'' for me.\r\n\r\nI can''t remember what happened from that point to the next, but the next thing I remember\r\nI was hunched down and pulling an ent from within me. I believe there was something about\r\nthe environment that ''intrigued'' it...and it was peeking out from my mouth. Unconsciously, as\r\nI can''t help but do...I grabbed hold it and began pulling. There''s always that ''euphoric'' release\r\nthat comes with pulling them out. One the other-hand (once outside me) it''s a very painful\r\nprocess to endure. Normally these ents/negs are like huge worms'' sometimes slippery and\r\nsquid-like, sometimes like snakes....all various colors ranging from warm-tones of white, to muddy grays, and dark browns. This was on jet black, and looked exactly like barbed-wire.\r\nIt cut into my hands, and burned as if excreting a strong acid. There is always a massive\r\namount of electricity pulsing through these things, and grabbing hold of one is like grabbing\r\nbare, hot wires.\r\n\r\nThe first ent I pulled out was fairly easy. There was three in total. The Native men I''d been watching early, were now watching me...hunched over on my knees with a tight handful of\r\nthis twisted, black, barbed creature. I noticed that the men were younger now...in their teens.\r\nOne walked up to me and took the mass from my hands. He smiled at me, as if to say that he\r\nwas fit to take it, that he understood. I trusted him without thought...and he carried the ent\r\noff through the crowd of the market. Seconds later...as a I sat exhausted, another ent moved\r\nfrom my mouth...searching for the one that was missing. This one was even shorter...maybe\r\nthree feet. I grabbed it by the tail, as it floated out of my mouth; and quickly balled it up. The\r\nother boy wanting to help like his brother had...took the second ent and walked off through the crowd.\r\n\r\nSeconds later (again), the third ent moved out....this was the longest and most powerful. I was\r\npulling and yanking on it, but wondering more where the boys were going? I wanted to dispose\r\nof this one as well, so I needed to follow them...see what they knew. So, I''m keeping my eye on the second boy in the distance, weaving through crowds, down small lanes, and alleys, and yanking this thing from within me all at once. The first boy had been gone for awhile now, but the second boy walked up to a tavern/pub. I was a few hundred feet away. He stopped and something to the man guarding the door...then turned away sadly. I barely had the energy to\r\nmove, but I stumbled closer...wanting to catch up with the boy. At that time a man appeared from the crowd, and asked him if he was looking for his grandfather. The boy said ''yes''. He told him to return to the door...to wait to make eye-contact with his grandfather within; that they would not let him enter otherwise.\r\n\r\nI was steps from the door now, when the grandfather came out and saw me. The typical wise, medicine-man/grandfather...with all seeing-eyes. He drew a long blue glass pipe from nowhere, put one end in his mouth, and the other end in mine...and blew smoke into the space that the ent was coming from. This caused it to react strangely...it began twisting, and heaving...that caused me to start gagging, and heaving as if I was going to throw-up. I probably should have thrown up, but while all this was going on...I was very aware that I was laying on the livingroom couch.\r\nPlus, by now I was hardly asleep....with the exhaustion, and my roommate stomping around, and flipping channels on the television...I just couldn''t stay with it.\r\n\r\nI woke up on the third of fourth gag...with such disappointment. I did manage to keep holding on the thing. I refused to let go my grip, even once I was awake. And, I thanked them all for their service. There''s still always that strong voice inside (when I''m working these things out of me) that say''s..."you will die if they''re removed". That''s a glitch that works to wake me up, and with all I understand...I can''t say whether that''s the truth or not. I just don''t know.\r\n\r\nI do know that there is that euphoric, absolutely clean, peaceful feeling that washes through me when one is being removed, but the thought is...."what is that feeling "worth" to me? death? :/\r\n\r\nOtherwise the worms within have been quite up till now, and I haven''t seen them in others as much. Not sure if they''re just laying low, or being permanently removed one-by-one?!? I did have a dream a few days back where I was standing in one of the infamous corridor systems that always looks to me like the worlds largest and most complex airports, but with no-windows.\r\nAnd millions upon millions of people were all ushering in one direction. Normally they''re all moving ever which way. I found something that looked like an information desk...and asked the women there what was going on. "A monumental event", she said. She couldn''t tell me anymore then that. I kept trying to get more out of her, but she''d just smile. Then I got the strong feeling that all these ''souls'' were being RELEASED...that they were going home. Everyone looked very happy, and excited. I asked her (carefully)..."are all these people going to the same place"? She smiled again. "Is it a good place"? She nodded, and said..."very good".\r\n\r\nSo, being the recluse that I am...I haven''t noticed a change with the outside world, but I''m hoping that''s the case. That are large number of souls have been freed, and it will lend to some\r\nprogress here & now.

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More Release Work

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Been doing extra shifts of "spirit release" lately. Mostly children.\r\n\r\nOne interesting experience I was drawn into the darkness to meet with three small children (1 boy & two girls) and their caretaker...(a teenage girl about 16 I''d say). The we''re all Caucasian and dressed in Victorian era clothing. I did my best to converse with the children, but the caretaker was extremely protective of them, and would barely allow it; on top of that she was very aloof. xenophobic almost. "Sheltered" perhaps is a better term.\r\n\r\nI did manage to find out that she was solely in charge of the children for the "weekend". The parents had an emergency out of town and were unable to take the children with them. I was also able to ask her who the president was...to which she responded "Garfield" (that places them in a small window of time, since Garfield was only in office six months during 1881). She began getting perturbed at my questions and wouldn''t give me any names. She began gathering the children up and ushering them off to avoid me. Wherever we happen to be there was no landscape...just darkness, and the vague, rough outline of shapes...furniture, buildings, etc. but nothing clear. As if it had all been greatly forgotten and only the thin threads of remembrance was loosely weaving together a vague environment.\r\n\r\nI caught up to her one last time, and cornered her using a more authoritative voice, which she responded to better. I had to get on with the work at hand...making her aware of the fact that she was dead...which I''ll mention is not easy or pleasant work. I came right out and asked her if she knew that?!? Is typical she avoided the idea of it, but there''s always a shift in energy that makes it clear it''s registered, and there is thinking going on about it. I can always sense a shuffle in their minds as they attempting to place the idea. She kept insisting she knew nothing about ''that''. That she worked for the children''s parents, and that she was in charge of caring for them, protecting them while they were gone. Much time was wasted validating that in order to create some trust, but she refused to tell if there''d been any ''situation'' that might have led to the death of all four of them. I kept getting the word "fire", but she refused to work with me on that level.\r\n\r\nIt''s interesting to get the information, and it''s helpful/cathartic to get the spirit to re-live the experience and release it, but it''s not *necessary* for release. So, I skipped all that and moved right to the part where you hook the wandering entities up with a guide...typically family members. The girl was concerned that the parents hadn''t returned...that it did seem to her that they''d been away longer then planned. I asked her (besides the children) if there was anyone around she recognized?!? She said there were too many people to see through them all. (This is important later.) I asked her to take her time and look again...look for the parents. A minute passed before she suddenly burst out that she could see them...waving. I didn''t have to convince her to go to them, she was already rounding up the children again...and heading off in their direction.\r\n(success).\r\n\r\nI''ve found that "releases" happen (for me in sets)...so it wasn''t unexpected that another spirit walked in as the others left. Two spirits...a teenage boy, and his younger brother. Native American. Pretty much the same scenario...try to ground them a little, open them up, and mostly distract them from whatever ideas they''re caught up in. That seems to be the stumbling block...that these spirits don''t realize they''re dead, and in that they are on a very short loop, that keeps cycling round; caught up in some sort of senseless drama that they can''t step out of. That''s my job...to break the cycle for a moment, and get them to look at other things. The boys were able to find their grandparents and tripped off joyfully in that direction.\r\n(success).\r\n\r\nI didn''t expect what happened next. I noted the darkness already, which continued up till this point...then a small amount of light was shed on the environment, and I was suddenly aware that I was surrounded by disembodied spirits. Real life experience I can only compare it to Walt Disney World. Tens of thousands mulling around me, and a good thousand of them coming at me for assistance. Unfortunately it was just too much excitement; too many talking at once...all desperately in search of family, friends, and pets. Too many questions and a good deal of pulling in one direction then another...that snapped me out of the trance and back into body.\r\n\r\nWanted: Spirit Release Workers\r\nRound the Clock hours. No days off. No pay.\r\nLots of Karma Points!\r\nMust be able to handle disorientation, be selflessly-motivated, and open-minded.\r\nCandidates for this position: Social Outcasts who aren''t afraid of the dark!

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A day of Celebrity Healing...

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No nap. more work...\r\n\r\nHands on healing episode for Tom Cruise, Uma Thurman, and Eminem.\r\n\r\nOkay, I know that sounds strange, but for me it''s just more of the same.\r\nCelebrities are a huge aspect of my astral dealings. I have yet to figure out why. At times I think it''s an Egregore/Tulpa type thing. A bunch of fragmented *fan*tasie rolled into some pretty messed up xerox copies, but sometimes they just come across as too plain to be made up. Still, thought-formed beings will with enough energy...attempt to completely adopt and (hopefully on their part) eventually fully embody the original after which they were modeled. So...I don''t know if these are the astral bodies of the real deal, or wanna-be''s, but when they ''call''.................I serve.\r\n\r\nTom had a lot of pent up anger, and dislocated energy...mostly in his spine, his hands, and forehead. Uma was a mess! Frail little thing, with nothing aligning properly. Worst areas were her knees, pelvis, shoulders, and elbows (esp). all her jointing was out of whack. She''s the first person I''ve worked on where I wasn''t able to completely get her back in alignment. Her right elbow wouldn''t budge at all.\r\n\r\nEm...sweet, sweet Em. :D (that was a treat!) His hands were messed up also, and all across his shoulders, and a slight "tool" problem. I gave him the whole body treatment!!! ;) No...as a professional...(not that kind of professional),but everyone usually gets that...a whole sweeping of hands thing working the front and back together, with the person sandwiched between. There''s a lot of snap, crackle, pop that goes on, and lots of long sighs from the recipients. I did Em''s head last...after his entire body was clear and flowing. There''s a lot crammed in that poor skull of his, but I can truly EMpathize with that!!! He melted in my hands like butter...and then went straight to writing.\r\nSo, if his next album is his best work ever....I''ll take partial credit!!!

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