This
story is the third in a sequence. The previous stories can be found here, and here. A fourth will come in due course. I had started developing this idea of Rangers years ago, for example - here, before postponing it.
As with so many things in life (and
death, when one remembers to consider and include those who are discarnate),
preparation is key.
In our case, we had three weeks, and had
planned five meetings of various groups over that time.
The first meeting was to allow our diviners
and scouts, people who could move unobtrusively around in the astral, to work
with those of the Sixth Brigade to see what they could find out about the
former soldier from the Second World War’s eastern front who had been causing so
much astral havoc - and the network of entities he was connected to.
And it was big - but weak.
He’d niggled every person he could find
with some sort of disaffection - more than nine out of ten had either not
responded or had rejected his invisible urgings, but seven decades of communism
and the different set of problems that came after the hope of the fall of that
regime had created a lot of disaffected people . . .
However, those this entity had reached were
mostly individualistic - none of them wanted to be beholden to a large
organisation or movement again. He had to work hard to persuade them to think
or feel the way he wanted - and he was able to absorb the negativity they
created by their actions when he was successful, so he had accumulated strength,
as had some of those he influenced.
But there was no cohesion, and there was
significant attrition - people lost to loving relationships, the joys and
challenges of raising a family, the mood-lifting influence of friends, even
personal growth or spiritual choices.
The entity had to struggle to regain more
entities to control than were lost, and relied on inequality, poverty, and
repression to create disaffected people - and, in some cases, to exacerbate fairly
normal life challenges into overwhelming problems.
And that was when the entity struck, often
through dreams initially, and once a toehold of influence was there, through
subtle influences even while the victims were awake.
Almost none of them realised consciously
what was happening - although most did when they slept. At most, their
dissatisfaction with their genuinely terrible life circumstances came with an
edge of discomfort, an uneasy feeling as if their conscience was prodding them
. . .
Well, actually, their consciences, in the
form of their Guides, were flat out haranguing them, but often not getting
through the shields of negativity that had been implanted and built in their
auras.
Normally, when people experience something
unpleasant, something will counterbalance that - a friend, a family member,
hopefully a better turn of events in their life - even if briefly, but these
people had been isolated, urged to turn away from friends and allies, and a
little astral shield was enough to accrete a shield of negativity, much as a
pearl builds around the minor irritation of a piece of grit.
So the first task would be to exacerbate
the disunity amongst those in this network, and then balance, heal and
strengthen their Guides in an attempt to guide them into reversing their
decisions.
This would be undertaken by the Sixth
Brigade, and the work with these victims’ Guides would commence a week before
our main action.
This preliminary work was the start of us
learning to work together, mostly astrally, but with some physical
communication as well.
The physical communication would have
normal internet security precautions, but in the astral those communicating had
to learn, know, and be able to recognise the energy signatures of their
counterparts even under stressful situations.
It helped that we had been taught and
practised these skills during our training.
Our NCOs would also use their training and
watch for anyone doing any action that went beyond public defence to imposing
their will on another person.
If someone was not harming others, they had
free will, and could use it to choose to be angry, or bitter: our job wasn’t to
make them better people - particularly incarnates: our job was to stop them
imposing their wills on others, to stop them forcing other people to be angry,
or bitter, or afraid.
One of our NCOs’ tasks was the watch the
division between right and wrong.
And on the right side of things, we also
started allocating some active tasks for us to get involved in, once everyone
else was doing theirs and didn’t need any guidance from our experience.
One set of triangles would work on the etheric,
and would generate and project feelings of self-worth, confidence, and strength
(one triangle per emotion), to help people break free of the control that was
being imposed on them.
Another set of triangles would work on
generating empathy, happiness (joy was a bit of a stretch, but that was the
ideal), and inner peace on the astral levels where the target entities were.
The final set of triangles would project
patience, empathy, and love - but on the astral levels where the Guides of
these people were operating.
Generating and projecting such emotions was
also a part of our training.
It was a long evening, but we all felt it
well worth it as we headed our individual ways after it.
Now to wait for the night of the operation
itself.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2020 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication)
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