The following may offend some readers.
Such is life.
I had a hitchhiker in my energy for quite some time. I am grateful to have gotten shed of it.
For the last several months I've been somewhat lethargic. I wrote it off to the beta blockers, winter weather, general laziness.
Gradually I noticed specific problems. Writing wasn't the fun it had been. My characters weren't talking to me. When I can't hear them in my head I can't write what they say on the page.
I lost interest in plucking around on my guitar. I became indifferent to reading.
I still wrote and read and was grateful, but lacked fire.
I hadn't successfully meditated or performed autohypnosis in several weeks. Maybe longer.
Last week I looked at my assorted gems: emerald, sapphire, ruby, topaz, aquamarine, and tanzanite, all beautiful and twinkling in the light.
The sight held no appeal.
Something awful had happened.
I went straight to a self –hypnosis session realizing I had to try a different method. I lit a candle this time, sat up, closed my eyes, and brought in lots of light before bringing in spiritual protection and going through a progressive relaxation.
That's when I found The Little Bastard.
An entity had attached itself to my throat chakra. It had been there for several months, I realized, and it was sucking the energy out of me.
Several months ago this chakra had closed. I left it to rest and then thought I'd opened it.
I was wrong.
The throat chakra handles communication. This entity was the reason I lost interest in the written word and in music, a form of communication in its own right.
I'm a Transpersonal Hypnotherapist. I know what to do in general for clinical depossessions though I've no training in it. I'd done one on myself about seven years ago.
I was able to send The Little Bastard to the light early last week.
My love of reading came back strong. I'm back to doing a rewrite I've largely ignored the last several months.
My finger pads are tender from strumming. I am filled with energy. As I write this I have a ruby around my neck.
In don't know how The Little Bastard got attached to me. It was a misguided soul. It needed help.
I am grateful I was able to help it, and I am especially grateful it is gone.