Meek Mischief

 I sought spirits at the place where I work. And the first one I got wouldn't tell me her name. I'm just calling her Meek Mischief for she had a meek manner until she tried something. She was curled up in darkness. Even so, she lunged in with an open mouth as if trying to take a bite out of me. But my sentinel guide stood in the way. Then I realized something. It wasn't me she was lunging at, it was my light.

You see, I had just done my affirmations and in them, I summon God's love and light, as is my habit. Meek was attracted to it. I then thought of the light, the light portal to the source, or God, and it appeared. Meek looked at it and gravitated towards it ever so slowly.

I told Meek that it's where heaven is, as well as love and family. And she kept on going more encouraged but still slowly. I asked her why she hadn't gone to the light before. She started to say but then hesitated. I decided to wait. When she was about to enter the light and seemed more enthusiastic, I asked her again why she hadn't gone towards the light earlier. This time she answered and said that she felt unworthy for things she had done. Then I felt her go into the light with much joy.

How much can our perception of ourselves can bog us down? Meek Mischief hung around in darkness and self-condemnation.

People have reported to me of spirits in my workplace. I think I'll look for some another day.

Souls From a Shooting

Trigger Warning: This post talks about the aftermath of a violent incident. 

The sad reality of our time is that there are shootings. Recently there was one at a political event and a bystander and the shooter died. There were reportedly several injured and I'm sure they were attended to. But it's the dead I'm concerned about as you my readers are aware of.

I didn't get any names and I didn't draw any pictures this time. I feel like I'm just getting back into the swing of things after a long hiatus. 

The bystander was easy. I told them about the light in my usual way. I let them know that's where God is and family. They were accepting and appreciative. And I felt that familiar pink love energy emanating from them as they accepted the presence of the light. So that was a done deal.

The shooter, however, was another story. He had a lot of darkness, like a lot. I did what I usually did and told him about the light, and nothing from him. He was like a stubborn child, you know, the kind with their lower lip out. I noticed that he was sitting in darkness. I asked him if he wanted to be in that darkness. He said he deserved hell. I couldn't argue with that. After all, he did kill a bystander and attempted to kill someone else. I said to remember love and kindness. He said he felt betrayed. I'm going to disappoint you now because I didn't ask about the betrayal. My concern was to get this soul to the light if that was even possible. 

So, I did something I don't usually do. I used my intention just to get through to this guy. I told him once more to remember love and kindness and I pushed the message in him, actually all around us. And I I felt a glimmer of light take hold in him. He said he will consider it. Then I left him.

After a while, I came back to him. He was still in the same spot. This time, he would answer me. I asked him will he go to the light. He said where is the light? I was rather perplexed by this. He should have been seeing the light by now. I didn't sense any deception in him. I asked him, how he saw me. He said he saw me as the only light in the area. That concerned me. Was he going to try to jump into me? I could feel his intention as such so I had to do something fast. 

I told him the light is from God and it's where you can contact your family from. He seemed to respond to that. I then said that it's full of love, joy, peace. I kept repeating: love, joy, peace. He became mesmerized at my chant. And then something happened .

I felt other beings appear from behind me. They were light beings and weren't human but had what seemed like wings but were of light. There were 3 of them and they surrounded the shooter who didn't move. The shooter smiled weirdly. Then the beings did something strange. They bent over the shooter and then seemingly merged with one another so there were no gaps of darkness but only light. They enveloped the shooter completely. And they became a ball of light. And then the ball became smaller and smaller and disappeared. What happened, you may ask? Well as I try to connect with the shooter, I feet awe and love, so that means he made it to the source. 

Now, the Source will deal with any justice issues. I'm not condoning the acts of the shooter. I think shooting people is wrong. I just would like to help souls if I can, no matter who it is or what they have done.

Where have I been?

Hi. It's been a minute, I know. Where have I been? Well, I was trying my hand at doing readings for money when I came across someone who really needed help. So I quit my practice and just dedicated myself to helping this person. This person became a friend. And it's been like 2 and a half years helping my friend and I think she is pretty stable now. Helped her graduate college and helped her dealing with life. Oof, that's a lot. 

Now she's in a relationship. I'm happy about that and happy for her. 

As for me, I'm doing well. I'm now member of a church. So, I'm not so independent as I was. But it's a progressive Church, actually Reformed Churches of America denomination. 

But I'll do some more adventures with the deceased. Oh you didn't think I was … oh, no no. It will take more than a pandemic to take me down.

Cheers 

Met Don

by Artem Beliaikin

 Last night, while passing by the cadaver lab at work, I sensed a very mild mannered presence. I started to converse with him. His name was Don and he was a biker. He was in his thirties when he passed. I informed him of the light and how he could have access to his passed loved ones as well as live loved ones through their dreams. He said that he would check it out. He was very casual about the whole thing. He asked about Pat, but I didn't know any Pat, or at least not his Pat. If you think you might be the Pat he's looking for, send me a PM either on Twitter or Reddit.

Mediumistic Practice with Cecil

 A few weeks ago I started a practice requesting any willing spirit to practice with me. In this exercise, I tried something new for me. In many questions I asked the spirit, I did in a multiple choice format. I would ask the question and see which answer the spirit would select based on the feeling I would get about the answers. With other questions I interpreted the emotions as I usually do. 

So when I detected a presence, I started to ask questions.

I asked for a name. 

I initially got Celce, then Cici, and later finally, Cecil.

Market by EC Holm

I asked for gender and posed man or woman. I got man. 

I asked living or dead. I got dead. Of course I got dead, but I was making sure. Sort of double checking myself.

Then I asked if he was in the light or not. I got in the light.

Then I was about to ask his age, but I realized that this wouldn't readily work in a multiple choice format.

So I asked are you young, middle, or old? I got middle.

Then to narrow it down, I asked if he was in his 20s, 30s, or 40s? Historically 40 was actually considered old. I had no idea what era this fellow was from. The answer I got was 20s.

Then I asked if he was a student or a worker. I got a worker.

Then I asked if he was white collar or blue collar and I had to explain those terms because I got a perplexing response back. So after a rather lengthy explanation, I got blue collar or laborer.

Then I stopped that line of questioning and asked to be taken on a tour of a day in his life. 

I experienced a bustling open air market place by the docks. He was wearing a heavy apron. 

Then I lost the connection because I think my brain just got tired out. 

So the other day, I reconnected with Cecil in another practice session. I started asking questions where we left off.

I asked him to show me where we left off, at the market. 

I smelled fish. I asked, "Do you sell fish?" I used my multiple choice format for some of these questions like this one. He indicated yes. 

I asked, "Are you selling fish?" He indicated no.

I asked, "What are you selling this day?" He said, "Meat."

I asked, "Do you own the store?" He indicated no.

Then I asked, "What happens?" He said, "I die."

I said, "Show me."

Then I felt the sadness and the crying. I asked, "Why do you cry, Cecil?"

He said, "She left me."

I asked, "Who?"

He said, "Fiona."

I asked, "How did you die?"

He said, "I hung a ham wrong. I bent over and it dropped on my head breaking my neck. It was pretty quick. An unfortunate accident."

I asked, "Did this happen because you were sad?" He indicated yes. 

I asked, "Do you blame Fiona?" He indicated no.

I asked, "What year did this happen?" He indicated the 1930s.

My last question was, "Will you reincarnate?" He indicated yes.

I thanked him for showing me his story.

I found this experience to be rewarding in that I was able to connect and communicate with a spirit that had crossed over. I also got some good detail using the multiple choice format. The problem with this format is that it took a long time and my brain got tired so I lost the connection. That's why I had to do a second session. In all, Cecil was a great sport and very helpful. He was kind to show me his world. I did feel I was at the market in his shoes so to speak. 

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Mediumistic Practice - Coffin Waking

 I did a practice session where I opened up and invited any spirit to practice with me. Here is what I got.

After a misstart, I felt comfort like I was on a cushion, a pink cushion. Then I realized I was encased, a coffin.

I felt panic and unsure sensations. "Get out!" was the cry I wanted to say. I couldn't. Then heavy breathing came. Then nothing. It was over.

Coffin by EC Holm

I asked the spirit for a name. I got Stacey. I asked for her age. I got 41. She volunteered that she was a heart attack victim, and that she woke up in the coffin. 

I thanked her for sharing the experience.

You might have imagined that this was a nerve wracking experience. I'm sure for Stacey it was a terrifying experience. For me it wasn't. I felt things step by step fully aware of my own safety and at the same time experiencing glimpses of hers.

Scared Girl Goes to the Light

 I did some mediumship practice tonight and just opened up to see who would come through. I sensed a meek and quiet person, a young girl. 

She seemed young and scared. I asked her for her name. After some time, I think I got it right, Denise. I asked her to describe something she said a pink broad brimmed hat with a lace wrap. 

Denise by EC Holm

I asked her where she was. She named the town. It was a nearby town but not the same one I was in. 

I asked if she knew what she died of. She mentioned a disease. 

Then she offered some information. She said she could see her parents but that they wouldn't talk to her. I understood that to mean that her parents were still alive. So I asked her how old she was. She said 5 years old. Then I asked if she had any brothers or sisters. She said that she had a brother and it was her and her sister. I sensed that she meant that her siblings were still alive. 

I asked her if she could see a bright light. She said yes. I told her that's where love and peace is, and that once there, she would be able to visit her parents in their dreams and talk to them and they to her. She liked that idea. 

With that, I called upon her guardian angels and angels from the light to take her to the light. Before I could finish my prayer, she got excited and said, "They're here. They're here." I felt her joy. Then she said, "Bye, bye." Off she went.