This
story is the fourth in a sequence. The previous stories can be found here, here, and here. I had intended this to be longer, but if I wait any
longer it will never be finished. Hopefully I will be able to come back to this
one day and fix it up.
We had a good turnout that night: almost
thirty of us.
It’s amazing how people can pull together
when there is a call to help that they understand or can relate to.
We were all a bit quieter than usual as we
did our preparation. I felt the energy of my breathing exercises was fiercer -
more determined - than usual, and I could see Sharlot’s exhales were stronger,
and Tony was tapping his foot more than he usually did.
Oops. Sharlot led that triangle now, with
new member Sarah. Apparently the practice sessions had gone particularly well.
My job was to head up the eight triangles (groups
of nominally three trained rangers, but they could be anywhere between two and
five) and the support team. I wouldn’t be connecting with two other close
friends in a deep psychic union, and after so many years of only working that
way, I felt exposed - naked, in a metaphorical sense.
Physically, we were well rugged up for a
Melbourne winter night.
I felt a presence, and opened my eyes to
see my Platoon XO, 2nd Lieutenant Gellert, smiling at me. Behind him
were the two sergeants who formed part of the Platoon’s command group. We
worked together, but not while in a deep trance. We actually spoke to each
other, rather than using telepathy - nothing of great tactical consequence, but
of very great human import: chit chat to help establish and sustain a
harmonious state between all of us.
It was interesting to watch the different
preparation styles. Paul from Greg’s triangle used yoga mudras, Sally used
graceful Tai Chi, several went into the backyard to chant, and Luce used a Tibetan
singing bowl (getting very cranky at anyone who struck the bowl rather than
just running the “striker” round the rim) while Greg used tuning forks on
specific chakras - the last two doing their prep in spare rooms. Others used
the more common crystals, breathing (as did I, as I’ve already mentioned),
music, and so on.
It was a marvellous variety of techniques
for a marvellous variety of people, and allowing a disciplined freedom led to a
stronger team.
When we had prepared, we settled down to
wait . . . listening to music through headphones, doing yoga - whatever
helped us stay sharp.
After only half an hour, I felt my phone
vibrate and answered. It was our Colonel, Belinda: “The protests are underway,
time to get going.”
And we did.
I went into a light trance to monitor the
energy and energetic activities - Gellert’s team would monitor more closely,
and liaise with our healing and protection triangles to make sure everyone was
OK.
When I was satisfied with how things were
going, I cast my consciousness out to the thought form we used to meet, and
joined others from our various groups, including Casz, also promoted and the Captain
of our Squadron, and our colonel.
Matters were progressing fairly closely to
our plans - the Eighth and Ninth Brigades were clearing uncooperative
earthbound entities from around leaders on all sides, and lending their
assistance to those people’s BPM Guides
as the Guides directed. Surrounding neighbourhoods were kept as calm as
possible, using the lessons we had recently learned, to avoid the possibility
of distractions or interruptions - neighbourhoods around the people we were
working on, as well as those where our various groups had met.
Some of the Eighth and Third Brigade
members also worked at inspiring various nations’ representatives at the UN. I
hadn’t known that would be done, but it made sense to take advantage of those
people being physically close to each other, in the nation of greatest concern,
and focused on these momentous events. As with the other work, this was
directed by the (BPM) Guides of the people concerned.
Meanwhile, other ranges from the Ninth were
working at clearing unbalanced/unbalancing energies from around the incarnate
in Africa, as that person’s Guides urged him towards a more constructive life -
or at least making sure he cannot harm others.
The Tenth and Fourth have been working at
healing the sexual abuse victim for some time; the Fourth had guided her to
find some of the almost non-existent support. She is there today, in therapy (all
guided to happen), and they have begun disentangling the “negative” links binding
her as her counsellor - who was neither psychic nor connected to us, but was
very good - started working on her. (There had been quite some work gone into
arranging that, I could see.)
I can sense that Bast is helping here, with
Brenda aiding communication.
The Sixth Brigade has commenced work on the
discarnate from Eastern Front, but supported by us - Regiment Isil’zha.
I watch as Kara leads a group of Valkyries
into the being’s field of attention: he - for that is how the entity
presents - seems pleased, but I smile to myself, and wait.
A few minutes pass, and he is blustering,
demanding to be taken to Valhalla. Initially the Valkyries say nothing, just
continue their guard stance around him, until Kara receives a telepathic signal
and moves in closer to say “No. You are unworthy.”
His rage flooded his face and aura with
red, and - without being fully aware of what he is doing, he started projecting
this energy through the links tying him astrally to his slaves.
What he wanted, of course, was to make
those he controlled also angry, and then to harvest that anger to give himself
more power to be destructive.
This is where we came in.
Sharlot’s triangle generated and projected
self-worth (doing that sort of energy work with a range of emotions was a
standard part of our training - one drilled into us to the point of boredom and
then some) to those being affected, Tara’s sent strength, and Greg’s sent
self-confidence.
Con’s triangle was working at stopping the
flow of negative energy along the links - not cutting the links, as that leaves
unhealed wounds on one end and unacknowledged damage on the other. While they
were intact, the possibility existed for the links to be dissolved with healing
energy, with left the victims in a much better state of mind, and actually made
it harder for the perp to ignore what had happened.
Graham’s triangle was projecting patience,
empathy, and love to the Guides of the people we were seeking to aid, and Maggie’s
was attempting to send empathy, happiness (joy was a bit of a stretch, but
that was the ideal), and inner peace to the various astral levels and “locations”
where all these entities were.
It was working.
“Our” - well, the Sixth Brigade’s, but
we were part of the effort and claimed the right to be proprietary - target
was finding that he was not as angry as usual, and even had a thought or two
about whether this effort to be angry was worthwhile.
Hope bloomed . . . and shrank
back as he decided to go with what he knew - the habits of the last few decades
were hard to break.
Our efforts were at a balance point, when
Graham relayed a message from one of the BPM Guides: strengthen the desire of
those being controlled for their personal sovereignty. This would involve
taking the anger and redirecting it - transforming was probably a better
word - into irritation with feeling controlled.
I had a quick mental check in with Casz and
Gellert, and Casz checked with Belinda, and we got the OK to try this.
Sharlot’s triangle was probably most likely
to be able to do this effectively, but the work of Tara and Greg’s triangles could
also be adapted to this, so I decided to use all three.
I had been doing some work with The MorrÃghan,
but before calling on her, checked to see if Kara was able to help me - no, too
busy, but Casz projected over and lent me her strength. Together, we called on
the Great Queen, ruler of personal sovereignty (among other things), and
sought her aid in this work. When I could feel the emotions and thoughts flowing,
I sent a thought to Sharlot, Tara and Greg about the changed focus, and, after
a pause, directed the energy their way as well.
It took a few minutes, but it started to
work. Nearly two thirds of those being controlled were able to shrug the
control off, leaving them feeling refreshed, confident, and strong - and our targeted
uncooperative quite deflated and wondering what the point was of always being
angry.
At that stage, his Guides were able to get
his attention.
He knew he was dead, but had been resisting
their calls for decades. Now, he stared at them, still a little resentful, but
prepared to listen. He responded to an invitation to talk in a place of greater
comfort, and we saw them leading him to the astral planes.
Success!
Here, at any rate. With the entity moving
on, the Guides of the other people being controlled were finally able to start
reaching those people - all at a subconscious level, but real enough for all
that.
Elsewhere on this night, work was still
proceeding. I allocated our little sub-groups to different areas that were
struggling, and they generated and projected whatever energies were required.
After half an hour, I re-tasked two of the triangles to aiding our healing
group with that type of aid. After an hour, the work was essentially done, and
we could start the wind down.
Each member of a triangle checked the other
members, monitoring and aiding with any clearing of residual energies, and
providing healing as needed. Each triangle, and each member of each triangle,
was then checked by our healers before they were allowed to start their close
down meditations and exercises - exercises we had been drilled in, if anything,
more thoroughly than those we used at the start of the work. I chose a few
people to check that the healers also received attention, and Gellert, his NCOs
and I also went through the same process.
And, two hours after we started, we were
ready for shared food and drink, and an informal debrief as we started to focus
back on the mundane world, and things like safely driving or travelling back
home, and engaging fully in our everyday lives.
Until next time.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2021 (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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