Things have been wierd of late. I know. When a shaman says something like that you can pretty much bet that it is going to be a wild ride! Well, this shaman is saying it now. So before we go any further on this journey together I think it wise to give a bit of background to what I am going to tell you about. You see, a lot of people don’t want to believe in the stuff that I am about to disclose. I find it funny actually that if someone says, for example, “I own a restaraunt,” you don’t get responses to that such as, “Oh, you are one of THOSE people! Well, let me tell you right here and now that I do not believe in food or eating, so I will not be using your services!” But that is exactly the type of response that is common when I say to them, “I am a shaman.” They immediately go into, “Oh, you are one of THOSE wacadoodle folks that believes in stuff like shamanism and witchcraft and such. Well, I don’t so we have nothing further to talk about.” I will now respond to this sort of thing with, “Then you won’t mind if I take a hair from your head?” Suddenly all their fears bubble forth. Oh, so you DO believe in stuff, you just believe it from a fear base! NOW we are talking!
Ever since I have been very young (which now seems like hundreds of years ago) I have been able to see things that others do not see. I have also learned to deal with the fact that they don’t see the same things that I do. This is not a mental illness. I know this because those who DO have the sight have reported seeing things that I, too, see but others do not. This is about the ability to use a portion of the brain that others either cannot access in themselves or have forgotten how to access. Nonetheless, there are things that people would absolutely freak out about if they were to see them as often as do I. Today was no exception.
But let’s back up a little bit further. My mother and grandmother were very astute at vanquishing ghosts and dark entities. This was part of how they helped folks. So I really do come by this quite honestly. I come from two very distinguised bloodlines of witches, shamans and very gifted people. So here I am, a practicing shaman doing my shamanic work, minding my own business and not really caring about whether or not others “believe” in what I do.
Over the last few weeks there have been increasing numbers of “reports” from people that I know and/or work with about entities harassing them. Sometimes these things happen in waves, so it is not unusual for reports to start flowing in and that there is some comonality between them. So each person that I was working with was finding some good results in the work that I would do to protect their energies and/or clear their space of stuff that was not supposed to energetically be in attendance.
One friend/client, whom I will call Lori to protect her identity, was experiencing everything that others had described, but in SPADES. I am talking the worst things possible happening back to back. Lori is normally quite a steady personality, but when this stuff started happening over and over and over again she was, understandably, becoming unhinged. It was affecting her, her animals on her acreage, her relationship with her husband, and also manifesting in potentially dangerous situations with strangers who would wonder in onto her yard and demand things. It was all pretty messed up. So we decided that perhaps it was time for me to come out and do another space clearing (I had done one last year).
The night before I was to go to Lori’s acreage to perform the space clearing, I had a very distinct dream that told me that I was to go about this in a way that was quite different from how I would normally do it. I pay attention to my dreams. And when I have a dream regarding a friend or client and what needs to happen for them to have the best possible outcome, I ditch what was originally going to be done and go with the dream. And man, am I ever glad that I did that this time!
As I was driving out to the acreage I turned off of the highway onto the grid road. A few miles down the grid road I noticed something in the sky in the distance. As I got closer it began to look almost like a funnel cloud. This is completely not the time of year for those, so I was sure that my eyes were playing tricks. The closer I got, the more it became clear that this formation was not a cloud at all, but and energy formation and that it was very close to Lori’s acreage. But the closer I got to the acreage, the more it sunk in that this was hovering ABOVE her acreage. This was rather distressing. What made it worse was that it was something that was dropping stuff down to the earth. As I parked in her driveway and waited for her to get her dogs settled, I realized that this was not just some ordinary energy formation. This was a portal, or vortex, and it was leaking dark entities into our realm.
It is at moments like these that I am so incredibly grateful for the teachings that I received over the years of my youth from both my mother and my grandmother. I am also very grateful for the spirit posse that I have around me all the time. I know that I am never alone when it comes to this type of situation. I mentioned in my last blog about my dog’s passing that I am not afraid of death. This comes in handy as well. I love my life and I love many people in my life, but if dealing with this sort of thing ends up being the end of me one day, then so be it. At least I will have fulfilled my role in this life and in this realm. Yes, these things can indeed be THAT dangerous.
As I exited my vehicle, I walked up to Lori and said, “I see now why you have been having so many difficulties.” I explained what I was seeing. She could not see it but she could certainly feel it. She knew that what I was saying was absolute truth, beyond a shadow of a doubt. So we went inside and did a space clearing and blessing for the house first. Once that was done I set up a cauldron outside, hanging on a hook off of her deck, with sage buring to allow the sage to begin the process of creating negative ions for the land. Once that was set up, we could leave it burn safely and get in her truck and travel the perimeter of her property. As we did, I imbedded iron nails into the earth, quite deeply, on all corners of the property and half way between each corner. We had begun with the end of the long driveway, and then went to a corner not far from the driveway. As I walked through the ditch to the corner post to plant a nail, I found laying there a beautiful eagle feather. I knew this was a sign that we were on the right track and that the eagle was sending me its energy. As I returned to the truck I picked up the eagle feather and was very clearly told that this was a gift from eagle to me for being present and willing to create more harmony.
We moved around the perimeter of the property slowly but surely. The wind was both cold and harsh, so I was ever so grateful for Lori’s truck as we meandered through pastures and fields to plant the iron nails.
Why iron nails, you may ask? Well, iron has many qualities, one of which is to completely neutralize any negative energy whatsoever. Surrounding the property strategically with iron was going to assist in not just this venture but in future issues that may arise if iron were not present.
As I pounded the second last nail into the ground around the perimeter there was a huge force of energy that began to “push” against me. The sound from the portal was deafening. It was like hearing the howling of a million hell hounds through a wind tunnel. I slowly stood up and managed to turn back around to the truck and ever so slowly walk to the vehicle and get in.
“Are you okay?” Lori asked.
“Ya,” I responded, “It is just that they are so bloody loud.”
“Yes,” she said, “I can’t hear it but it is giving me a hell of a headache!”
We put the last nail into the perimeter and then we had to go to the approximate center, which just happened to be directly beneath the portal. Black tar-like beings were spilling out and absorbing into the ground, but then were unable to withstand the effect of the iron protection so would jump back up through the vortex angrily hissing and screeching as they did. We were parked a ways away from it, as I did not want Lori getting too close.
I unwrapped the wand that I had brought. She gasped at how beautiful it is.
The week before I had spent a LOT of time creating this wand from bamboo, herbs that were inserted into the bamboo, a Lemurian seed crystal on one end, surrounded by Aquamarine tumbled stones, and on the other end is an Ametrine sphere (a combination of Amethyst and Citrine). The bamboo is covered in sacred sigils and then those are painted over in a vibrant purple, with sparkles that resemble a star system. All of this was coated in a Diamond finish verathane. It is called “diamond finish” because once it is placed on it becomes indestructible. The day before going out to do this clearing at Lori’s place, some witch friends of mine and I did a wand blessing on some wands, this wand being one of the wands that was blessed. But I did not feel a strong connection to the wand, even after the blessing. So I was very surprised by the dream telling me that I had to take it with me. But take it I did.
I got out of the truck (the wind was now incredibly strong), with an iron nail and a hammer in one hand and my wand in the other. I slowly made my way to where I could see the black energy anchor for the portal in the ground. It moved like a snake on a string. I pounded the nail into the ground through the black energy. Then with the wand I energetically linked that nail with the nails on the perimeter, creating a web of energy for the iron nails.
I raised my wand, ametrine end up, and pointed it at the entrance to the portal. Black entities were swirling all around me as they moved back into the portal. For a moment it looked quite promising. And then it was like time stopped for a moment. I was suddenly standing in front of myself watching what I was doing. There were bursts of energy emitting from the sphere at the end of the wand, working their way to seal the portal. As I watched myself, however, my astral body began to lift up towards the entrance of the portal. I tried to get myself back down to my body but it wouldn’t land back down. I heard a deep, guttural, echoing laugh and suddenly I was through the portal entrance.
It was like being in a very dark tunnel with red light streaming here and there. It was hot and loud with screaming and growling. It also sounded much like a freight train was blasting past me. I heard a voice right behind me say, “Now I’ve got you!” At that moment I thought that I was dead. But suddenly I felt someone grab onto my ankle and YANK me down HARD toward the earth. At times my spirit helpers get quite bold!
I exited the portal so fast it almost made me sick to my stomach, landing in my body. As I did I dropped down and slammed the Lemurian seed end of the wand toward the earth, not actually striking the earth with it but charging the energy to blast into the ground. I was then standing back up, chanting and creating a positive energy web. The portal, close to the end of the chanting, wavered, flickered, and SNAPPED shut.
Everything suddenly became very quiet. There was still a wind but it had died down considerably. I looked all around and everything began to shine and sparkle again. It was like when one sees glints of sunlight on snow, but those glints were everywhere and there was no snow to be seen.
The last step was to seal the earth over the iron nail. I did that and then walked back to the truck. Lori was very concerned. She had felt that something bad had happened, but was also stricken by the glints of energy shooting out from the wand. She thought perhaps it had an “on” switch with a light, but it did not. That was her own third eye opening to see what was energetically there. The job was complete.
As we debriefed the whole thing Lori’s eyes suddenly focused upon something in the distance. I looked over in that direction to see some columns of smoke rising on the horizon. This, with the wind as strong as it was, was NOT a good thing. We drove back through the yard to the road and tried to see whereabouts the smoke was. It was really hard to tell on the bald prairie. Ten miles can look like three. Nonetheless, considering the huge grass fire that was dealt with earlier in the week, we thought it best to report the smoke. Firefighters were going to be sent out.
Once back in the yard we debriefed some more and then it was time to go. Warm hugs were exchanged and I loaded my stuff up into the car for the journey back into town.
Half way back to town I pulled over because I was suddenly shaking so hard I could barely breathe. I knew that this was just my body’s way of releasing the tension and stress of what just happened, especially the whole being pulled up through the portal thing. Once it all settled down, I pulled back onto the road and made my way home.
I got a text from Lori later saying that the power went out twice after we were done. I think this had more to do with the wind than anything else. And the fires were taken care of.
Although I was working the rest of the day, it was also a light day and I am very grateful for that because I was physically exhausted. But I made it through the day and by the end of it I was really glad to be able to go to my warm bed and fall asleep.
1. Yes, this sort of thing is part of what I do.
2. Yes, this was the largest portal that I have closed to date.
3. Yes, it scared the shit out of me, but I knew that I was there for a purpose and that I had to take this on.
4. No, I did not feel that I had time to call in reinforcements, or I would have.
5. No, I am not suicidal. I just have attitude when it comes to dark forces trying to push their way into our realm.
6. I am not a hero. I just do my job. And I eat, drink and fart just like everyone else. Not Superman here.
7. I must admit that I am glad that this is not the sort of thing I have to deal with EVERY day. That would be way too much.
8. I know, I should write a book. It could then be turned into a TV series. I could make millions of dollars. But, like any good story, the series would inevitably be cancelled and then I would be hooped, having gotten used to making millions of dollars. So I will continue to do my humble little shaman thing, and still not really care about what others do or do not believe in.
9. My dog, Freddy, sniffed me from head to toe when I got home. Yes, there were other animal smells on me, but I am sure he also was aware of the vile scent of the dark entities. He was happy to see me but also quite concerned. He is such a caring little fella.
10. This sort of thing, and my response to it, is likely behind why people who know me often will tell others, “Don’t piss off that shaman!” But I still find that to be a funny thing for them to say. I guess that I have a reputation or something.
11. After returning home from something like this, I do like to take a shower, wash my clothes in sea salt water, smudge myself for extra cleansing and so on. If there is time, I also like to sleep. If not, then I go to be earlier that evening so that I can process everything on all levels of consciousness. Sometimes I am unable to eat for hours at a time, which is not good for my blood sugar. So when I do eat I eat lightly and in spurts. That way I don’t end up vomiting my guts out. These sorts of things can indeed take a great physical toll on a person. I like the fact that my clothes come out smelling fresh and clean instead of vile and putred.
12. I don’t tend to have nightmares or anything like that after my experiences. I think that I do my self care and so I process the event more deeply and perhaps more efficiently. So nightmares are not a part of the equation.
13. Even with events such as these, I have the attitude that every single day that is spent above ground is a good day.
14. Points 11-13 were added on later than when this blog was originally posted. People were asking questions after reading it so there are the answers for those who did not have an opportunity to ask. If different questions come up, I will likely add more notes at the end of this.