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.
Even though we may not agree on all spiritual matters, i am grateful you were able to rid yourself of this darkness and get back to living and loving life again.
Thank you, Messymimi.
Good for you. I am glad you were able to identify the cause and set things to right again.
You live in such a magical and interesting world...another dimension, it seems. I know that you think we all do, but I don't want any bad chakras near my throat, please. Most of my bad chakras appear in the news and I rid them by turning off the TV.
truly that is all.
Thanks for the reminder. In the general hecticness of two jobs, a not-quite-bought new house, and no moving date, I've been rushing through my yoga practice without paying enough attention to the chakras.
(Transpersonal Hypnotherapist? Tell us more.)
Mary Anne in Kentucky
Thanks, Reb. I'm glad something got through enough for me to go looking.
Tabor, all the world is magic. So glad you can turn off the bad energy before it influences you.
Why thank you, Carla.
Mary Anne, Transpersonal Hypnotherapy recognizes Higher Selves, guides, angels, guardians etc. and consults these higher energies with the permission of the client. They have a lot to offer.
I'm glad you got rid of it, and especially glad you're feeling brighter!
Thanks, Bag Lady.
Glad it is gone, Leah. And what a poetic post. If that's the right word to use.
Why thank you, David.
Geeze, I wonder if that's what's wrong with me!!
Nancy, it could happen to anyone.
You're a fascinating person, Leah. I'm grateful for what you share and how you do it. And I'm glad your Little Bastard has moved on.
Hilary, that's very kind of you.
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