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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

After the Blizzard

February 2010

This time period is very hazy for me. I can only tell you the bits that I remember as I remember them and I am afraid not in any particular order. 


Shamanic Battle with Osho: February 17, 2010
This was a response I wrote to my Shaman teacher whom had just helped me learn how to take a Shamanic journey and retrieve my spirit knife. These are descriptions of shamanic visualizations I had while trying to deal with the spirit Osho. I had named many negative energies Osho in my search for discernment. The leftover anxiety can now be attributed to my human attacker.

Well, I didn't go down the hole to get there but I imagined him and just pretended I was a vicious Japanese anime and I cut him into little pieces and then stomped on top of his pulp. Then I saw a hundred Oshos, I guess I named a bunch of things that so I saw many and I did a helicopter movement and cut them all in half.

Then coyote told me to turn right and shove earth into a vortex of negativity just over my head on the right, so I plugged it up with earth and rocks and then pulled up some roots that had knots in them and fed them to it and hit it in the eye and then shoved a monolithic stone in it to plug it up. Then I smoothed it over with a slurry.

I almost got stuck listening to something tell me to build an igloo of mud and keep my spirit knife in it...but something else told me to just keep it in my heart for later, so I broke out of the igloo and backed away from the plugged vortex and then went up through the tree of life to get back out.

I was tired, I hadn't been sleeping well for real. But it seems like it helped. I have much less of the nagging energy around. I may just be dealing with my own anxiety energies now bubbling up to be dealt with.

I was wondering...is it kosher to imagine my future ex husband and beat him up into a pulp, too. I feel like his energy is still strongly invading me somehow. I feel too much of his presence with me still.

It was tiring, and I haven't journeyed since. I have flashbacks of flashbacks and it's not safe for me to do it too much unguided. The delusions are too scary and then I keep talking to everything even after the journey. Everything feels present and it just gets too crowded, so I had everything back off and quiet down.

Cheers.

Journal Entry: February 24, 2010
I woke up groggy yesterday and I forgot to put mud on my stomach. Later in the evening I became aware of a feeling similar to the Osho feeling of a spirit that just wanted...felt invading. I couldn't shake it.

When I got home and tried to do my homework I became aware of my relatives spirits again. I was shcoked by this because the experience I had in the blizzard was so overwhelming and even a little scary. I've been really trying to just keep my interaction with spirits or invisible entities to a minimum because it is so disrupting to my daily life and what I feel is my emotional progress after being hospitalized again. I'm so worried about Art History and all I need to do is read the book and answer the study questions, but concentrating that long seems like a tall order when I have conversation with things no one can see but maybe my friend Kevin.

My neck and shoulders are in so much pain and my right arm feels like people are always tugging at it. And I can't see anything happening. I can only feel these physical sensations and feel the thoughts or words of some of the invisible things around me. I'm not even sure if I get the message right half of the time. The messages have to remain simple because I'm like a child at discernment.

During the whole process, I get a tickle near my heart where I know God likes to indicate that he is speaking to me (Qalb). He encourages me to not give up and I think now I'm learning how to set boundaries. When I set my boundaries at 10 ft in diameter and they don't listen, I ask God to help me. He comes and tells them what they need to learn and to respect my boundary. I feel like the spirits think I'm just supposed to drop everything in my life and wait for them to all line up and talk through me when I know in my heart they should just go to God's Light and talk to him.

I really need a massage and a mud bath and a teacher to help me with the spirits when I have trouble discerning God's messages. I was just getting to acquainted with God when this all started again. I was really enjoying his gentle conversations and help with my homework and I was getting to know the ephemeral creatures he sent to help me. Now I'm having trouble discerning which is which because I can't freaking see anything. I don't even hear a sound; I just get a mental impression of what I'm interacting with - like an empathetic suggestion.

Uncle Kenneth spoke to me gently and told me to put mud on my body again; a spirit chimed in and added anywhere that I felt funny. (The mud was a suggestion from the Shaman that was bringing relief to spots my psychic attacker was trying to attack me at.) He told me that basically I shouldn't talk to them because it distracts them from essentially completing their journey to God's "gate".

I really want them to find God's Light. I only want to talk to God and the ephemeral creatures he sent. That is my new horizon. I'm not a medium and I don't want to be a Shaman! I'm trying to learn a little about what is happening by reading up on these things and asking questions.

I just have to have faith in God and my own ability...but it can be a tall order when the physical world seems distant and I'm trying so hard to just stay present. But, it has gotten better with God's guidance in my life. I just have to remember that.

Some Recollections about meeting God
At about this time, I was becoming very frustrated and worried about school. I had been praying that God help me with my burdens and help me take the burden off of my family and to forgive them for not understanding what was happening to me. He came to me in my Qalb and began talking to me. He told me that he was God, and he performed miracles like controlling my mother's temper. I felt love for God, but I was frightened by his presence. He told me that he did not want me to be frightened of him. He began to help me with my homework by eliminating the bouts of anxiety and holding the spirits back from me. My family spirits were all aware I was listening to God in my Qalb. God told me that I could ask him for help anytime. He was very patient and forgiving and he spoke to me in a wise and gentle manner, like a parent. During my classes, God would intervene and make sure the spirits were not being too intrusive.

The first thing I became aware of were the furry creatures. I have a friend with the gift of sight whom described some of them to me and informed me that I have had them for a while. The furry creatures began to talk to me. Some of them were gripping my body very hard and it hurt. I kept praying that God take them away. After days of this, I began to talk to them. What essentially happened is that I began to make friends with them. I stopped being angry with them and got to know what they wanted. They are fond of dream catchers. I ordered a couple geocoins to prove to them I didn't hate them. I let them pick them out. After this, they became very happy and began to help me remember things and learn discernment. At about this time God came to my Qalb and said essentially that he was happy that we were all finally getting along. This is how I learned that the furries were sent by God to help me. They may have many names in other lore but I came to know them as furries.

God continued to check in on me and help me with my homework. My family began to fade off into the background.

Journal Entry: February 25, 2010 
(God had instructed me to listen to a spirit's apology)


During my morning class I received part of an apology form a spirit who claimed to be Satan in the recent past, during my delusions. Anyway, i forgave him and accepted his apology. He told me that he was sorry for interrupting my artwork and emotional progress. Funny, one of the art videos in class today was about women who were raped...my background causes me to remain very uncomfortable with my body.

In the lounge...I felt the impression to got to the library and print out my study questions. I went back to the lounge and took my bag back to the library where God helped me get started on my study questions. During my reading and study questions I kept having bouts of anxiety over the material. I really do not enjoy art history. I hate it. And I punish myself by feeling guilty about hating it especially in God's presence (because so much of it is Western religious content).

Around 4pm I gave myself a break and went back the lounge. I have been having some bouts of nausea and a slight headache. I got a cup of coffee and a pastry an sat back down next to Jose...but I wasn't feeling better. Some kids started eating and talking to us and I tried to clos my eyes and relax...but I kept feeling lightheaded and nauseous. I thought I'd use my computer to check my email ant then I felt a suggestion to write in my journal about my anxiety. Slowly this is making me feel better.

I'm really sensitive right now and I think I need to be left alone; to be away from people.