Spaced Out!

24 02 2012

Regular readers of my blogs will know that I use an extraordinary amount of energy in my rescue of lost souls as I have to tune in to any given area, connect mind to mind with the spirit of the person who is struggling in limbo, then guide them, telepathically, into the light of home.  Over a decade ago, my reiki master teacher said that it was obvious I was being protected by my spiritual team (which we all have) ‘otherwise you would be dead!’  I am after all handling high voltages of electricity (energy with which all living things vibrate).  This is why it is important to be fully grounded – which means having your feet on the ground in all respects.  If I was a floaty, light headed ‘airy fairy’ sort of person there is no way I could use my gift.

However, sometimes something can cause a person to become ungrounded (anger, grief or other sorts of stress for instance) and they will be unable to think straight.  Another cause, unknown to most, is wearing crystals which vibrate to a very high frequency.  Quartz is such a crystal and contains the colour vibrations of all of the spectrum and if worn close to the third eye (pineal gland) can make one extremely ‘whoppy’.

A very dear friend of mine, remembering that I had admired her swarowski crystal angel shaped earrings, kindly gave me a pair as a gift and, without thinking, I wore them for the first time last week before going on a walk with my husband and dog Sam.  It was a lovely morning and we saw many sights, including an elderly gentleman up a very high ladder pruning his trees in his front garden.  I suddenly felt alarmed that he might fall, as the metal ladder didn’t look too safely ‘grounded’ on the path.  He smiled as we passed, his wife bending down to retrieve the cut branches, and I called out to him to ‘be careful’!  We were just branching down another road ourselves so my plea to Mike to offer to hold the ladder for him fell on deaf ears.  “His wife’s there –  don’t worry about him!” he said, much to my dismay.  Perhaps I was being over the top, but I was convinced he would fall (altho’ he didn’t as far as we know) and told myself that Mike and I would have to disagree on this occasion – as I know how caring he usually is…

Once home I felt as though I was buzzing – as is usual when I have picked up a lot of energy via spirits latching on to me on a like attracts like basis – so I sat down on the kitchen chair and took out my dowser.  Sure enough, I’d trawled people who had fallen from ladders (that’s how crazy my life is!)  and as Mike put the kettle on to make us a drink I sat there whizzing my dowser, picking souls up and moving them on.  Suddenly I started sobbing (not my usual reaction, altho’ when I first started helping lost souls I had to empathise deeply and often felt their own grief or last feelings at death) I felt as though I wore a spaceman’s outfit!  (Often, I find myself in the shoes of the one I am helping, looking out through his or her eyes).  I was breathing through a tube leading from my helmet to my heart!   Then I was seeing three astronauts climbing down a ladder – onto the surface of another planet….somehow they had died….I felt as though I was ‘in the future’…and my dowser picked up each individual and helped him into the light.

By now, my right arm and leg had gone all ‘floaty’ and I was unable to lift my arm to take the cup Mike handed to me, let alone grasp it.  Most frighteningly, I couldn’t recall what we had just done.  Mike took me through our walk stage by stage.  ‘We went out of the front door and turned right to the Green Line…’  “Where’s the Green Line?” I asked, although we walk this disused railway line every day, having no idea what he was talking about.  I couldn’t remember anything of the last half hour, including seeing the elderly gent up the ladder.  However, within 5 minutes I remembered every little detail, telling Mike in great detail to reassure him.  ‘I’ll be alright’ I said (although my leg and arm still felt as though they weren’t mine.)

Mike and daughter Laura insisted that I check that I hadn’t had a stroke, although throughout I had been talking normally and had no facial twitches or droops associated with one.  The doctor also insisted I go to A & E (the third time since Christmas!) and a brain scan, an overnight stay and a blood test was normal, even though my normally low blood pressure was a little high and I had tachycardia (fast heart beats) all night.  It was eventually concluded that I’d had a rare form of migraine attack (I’ve suffered these since a young girl) and I was discharged with a physio follow-up as I was still having to drag my leg.

However, once home I sat and scanned my energies from head to toe, removing lots of emotional stress (unsurprisingly as I’d had a bit of a shock) but more importantly over 100 earthbound spirits who had died from strokes (!) I’d picked up as a result of being ungrounded (and being overnight on the Stroke Ward, presumably).   As I worked, I could feel energy trickling down my legs, trying to reach my feet.  When I could find no more souls trying to find the light I changed tack, desperate to balance my physical energy, and ‘ordered’ anything that ‘is not of the light’ to leave my energies NOW!  My dowser flung up and twisted violently as I hung on to and expelled 3 ‘dark ones’, who had snuck in to my body – due to me being ungrounded and therefore unprotected for the past 24 hours.

I stood up and ‘Hallelujah!’ I could walk again normally and my spirit was well and truly back inside my body and attached back to the physical earth….All because of those earings.  So be warned, if you are working with high energy – whether it be through the power of speech  or the mind (overdoing third eye work or over-thinking) be wary of wearing high energy crystals too close to the areas of the throat or the ears.  I learnt the hard way!  

Whitney’s spirit went straight home…

12 02 2012

Early this morning my son popped his head round the door and told me that Whitney Houston had, tragically, been found dead.

I picked up my dowser, as I always do, to check that she had passed safely and was pleased to hear that her spirit had left her body soon after her death.  I told my son that I was shown her arriving safely on the other side, dripping wet, being helped out of a bath, beautiful fluffy white towels lovingly enveloping her.  “It would be interesting to see what happened to her,” I added.

Around tea time today, my son again popped his head around the door and said matter of factly that Whitney had indeed been found drowned in her bath.  I asked if there was a message I could pass on and she cried “Hoo-ray!  Thank the Lord!” as she knew I would check on her to see if she had anything to pass down to this mortal world.  The portal of light between us was open so she was able to call several souls ‘missing from home’, including ‘male relatives of both Mariah Carey and Jessie James’ – as well as someone called ‘Rockafeller.’

I just read through the latest news on her death and came across a lovely photo of her, the caption underneath reading ‘Successor: Houston with Mariah Carey, one of the young singers who followed in her wake’……

The only Jessie James I had heard of was a civil war and 1860’s robber (like our Robin Hood) who had a brother Frank but my son tells me that Whitney must be talking of the American country pop singer and songwriter  Jessie James (Jessica Rose James, born 1988).   The ‘Rockefeller’ was American oil industrialist, investor and philanthropist, John Davison Rockefeller (1839 – 1937) Rather ironically, Rockefeller adhered to total abstinence from alcohol and tobacco throughout his life.  I asked what had kept him tied to the earth after his death (he inadvertently stayed more than the 3 months allowed for a spirit to follow the light home) and he said he had a lot of baggage to sort out.  (He also had a brother Frank!)

What Whitney said to me about her death has to be kept to myself I’m afraid, for obvious reasons, bless her.

Did Billy Butlin hold back to play the Last Post for ghostly soldiers?

7 02 2012

Rudely awoken at 3.15 am by a shrieking smoke alarm just outside our bedroom door.  It took a few ear piercing screeches for me to shake myself out of a deep slumber but Mike was oblivious, until I leapt out of bed and started fanning the alarm with a shirt grabbed from the linen basket.  I crawled back to bed and sleepily grabbed my dowser from its place on my sidelocker, ready to go as they say!  Sure enough, a spirit man by the name of Constantine smoking a cigar was standing by my bed ready to introduce the others…Mike sniffed the air as he too smelt the tobacco smoke…and my dowser picked up first one, then two, then three spirits and whirled them over to the other side.  It must have been the coldest night of the year and my bare arm was soon freezing as 5 minutes had passed and a total of 35 passed through.   I knew though that for the smoke alarm to be activated it meant there were a lot more souls queueing up in the ether, so it wasn’t surprising when the next wave flew in….

Mike was being a good sport and fanning the alarm every time another bunch came in…and he even grabbed a piece of paper and pencil and scribbled the visions and words down that I was shouting back to him.  The first things I said were ‘brigade of guards, Crimean war…choggy wollah…fuzzy wuzzies… Charge!‘ (I saw natives as well as soldiers being killed) and then I saw a long table covered in silver, such as in an officers mess. (He explained that a ‘choggy wollah’ describes a native who carried supplies for the army and however wrong it appears to us tody, a ‘fuzzy wuzzy’ was what the Victorians called the natives they were fighting.)

Wow!” he exclaimed…”The chap whose coming to see me in the morning (ie in 6 hours time) is particularly interested in military history…how weird is that?” He was even more amazed when the next regiment I mentioned was the very one that he and his ex-military pal had been in when they met 30 years ago!  The visions and impressions continued to pour in as I clung to my swirling dowser: Expressions like ‘down the pan’….’Omdurman’ (another battle of 1898) ..‘Eggs being cooked out in the field’…’Pea soup’…(being unable to see through the smoke of war)…‘sounds of war and people going over a ‘ridge’‘Saskatchewan‘ I repeated to Mike several times…”Where’s that?”  “Canada” he answered…

The alarm had  gone off three times when at last the rush of souls slowed to a stop.  I heard a bugler playing The Last Post.  I heard someone saying ‘At the going down of the sun… (and Mike finished it for me: “At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them“.  As though watching a film, the camera panned to a war memorial and an epitaph.  The bugler played again to remember these lost souls of various wars in history.  It was 3.50 am.  My guides thanked me for helping 999 spirits to leave and said, amusingly, ‘you deserve a medal – as does your comrade in arms!

Mike jumped back into bed and shuddered.  “Thank goodness that’s over; I’ve got to be up early…”  I pushed my freezing arm back under the covers and he took my hand to warm me up…..Two minutes had barely passed when it started again: SHRIEEEEEK!!! This time it was not funny. On and on the alarm continuously announced the arrival of dozens more souls  who died in various ways including ‘being pushed downstairs, a scalding, children on crutches and people with ‘rickets’ (an old fashioned disease of the bones), electrocution, a caravan fire, run over by a bulldozer, factory workers, drug overdoses’ and so it went on…After another hour I was flagging and Mike had become so fed up he even braved the frost and went down to the garage to fetch a ladder: “I’m going to sort this once and for all!” he said…”It’s ridiculous!”

“Be careful!” I begged, remembering that I’d attracted spirits who died of electrocution.  But by the time he’d returned the alarm had finally stopped, thankfully!  At 5.15 am we eventually got the sleep we yearned for, but at least 2,000 souls had finally got the peace they so deserved.

The next day a friend who lives less than a mile away from us said that her house alarm had gone off at 1.30 am but there were no burglars…Of course I couldn’t resist tuning in and sure enough there were three lost souls stranded there (didn’t quite make it to the meeting point at our house!) and one of them gave his name as ‘Billy Butlin’…”What? THE Billy Butlin of holiday camp fame?” I asked…

“Indeed!” came the answer.  I looked him up to make sure that he had died and found that British entgrepeneur Sir William Heygate Edmund Colborne (“Billy”) Butlin (!) died in 1980, aged 81.  Imagine my amazement though to discover that before he became a famous holiday mogal he had enlisted as a bugler in World War I – In the Canadian Army! (What was it my friend had said: ‘but there were no burglars’…surely she meant to say ‘buglers‘ 🙂 )

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