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04 July 2024

A Withdrawal - A Rangers of the Inner Plane Story

It had been a routine patrol for the platoon of Rangers - until a surge of anger came at them. 

This part of the astral had developed fairly static sense of direction (and of a surface), and the anger had come from ahead. 

Jen sent a few triangles ahead to scout the source of the anger, and find out if it was justified (for example, if they were unwittingly intruding on sacred space that hadn't been identified by the pre-mission scouts). A few others covered the rear, sides, and vertical dimensions. 

And then blind rage had come in from all directions - a frustrated rage that had no known reason, but was no less important or powerful for that. Three Rangers wound up too nauseated or struck by headaches to continue, so a few other Rangers took them back to their base in a suburban home, and added to the telepathic report Jen's XO, Graham, had sent.

After a few minutes, they had a defence organised, and were able to identify specific people behind and to the sides who were raging. More importantly, they could see what they needed, and the healers got to work. Eventually, the only attack was from ahead, but was so intense that they couldn't work out what was happening - and the healers had gone with those they were working with. 

And now, with reduced forces at hand, Jen remembered that most of the Rangers with her had real life commitments. 

It was time for a withdrawal - but that had to be done safely. 

She asked Graham to send out a call for help from any others in the vicinity with the capacity to take this on. 

In the meantime Hen to turned to those who present. 

She had one triangle weave pink and a flute melody from their Base and Earth Star chakras into a thick solid rope, and then laid it down in an arc just ahead of them.

From two other Rangers she used a rain of green from Solar Plexus chakras to grow roots from the rope into the ground, to hold it in place. 

Another Triangle of Rangers generated miniature shields of purple from all their chakras and a hearty soup from their Solar Plexus chakras. Jen stacked them into an overlapping pattern just ahead of her, and then used her contribution - a wind of calm confidence - to push them out into a shield between them and the attack ... 

... and the relentless pressure eased. 

Graham drew her attention to those coming - a Valkyrie and others they had worked with before, and a Being who sent sparkles of gold out around the attack, then sent a beam of light - pure clear brilliance - down into the "ground", where it jumped into another dimension, travelled a short distance, and then exploded as patience, persistence and love from within those ahead. 

It gave them pause, and Jen heard the psychic message: "Go - go now! We have this." 

And they did - go, and those who stayed did "have this" - enough for two recruits to join the Rangers later.

 

 

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Energy does not need to be worked with using only visualisations of colour - and real life commitments must be respected - indeed, honoured - if this sort of work is to be sustainable - and fair. 

 

If you liked this story, you can find past Rangers of the Inner Plane stories at: 

Please note that these stories are being belted out to illustrate points/aspects of the sort of psychic work my main blog is about. If I had the time and energy, I would improve the storytelling and writing, but I have neither, unfortunately (despite being retired).


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2007 - 2024 (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). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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22 May 2024

Blogiography

Rather than trying to keep this up to date, I now use labels based on the categories below.  

This is what I term a "blogiography": a simple list of what I have posted. I've now decided to sub-divide the list into:

  • photographs; 
  • shorrt stories; 
  • miscellaneous including humour; and 
  • poems.

I've posted [CW] to indicate a Content Warning below where I consider it merited. As mentioned in the header of this blog, I tend to "write out" negative states in poems, which is part of a self-therapy, and then go on with life and dealing with issues, etc - but it does mean the poems can be about distressing or upsetting matters. My short stories are often commentaries on the flaws of society - as are some poems - so, again, they can be about distressing or upsetting matters.

In due course I will also get those included in the titles of those posts as I continue to update this blogiography (although, given that I am adding these to years of posts, I will not provide much detail).


Photographs and sketches



Short stories

Miscellaneous (including humour)


Poems 

 

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15 February 2024

From divination - A Rangers of the Inner Plane Story

Meredith was our diviner. She was good with a wide range of systems - various Tarot decks, geomancy, but dowsing was her particular speciality.

She loved dowsing, which she was using in a quiet corner of the room. 

Where she was frowning. 

Brenda was visiting, and in the midst of quiet laughter with several of us, she noticed. 

Maybe that was the enhanced sensitivity of being an Agent of Bast ... or something she had picked up from the cats - current and past - in her life, some “owned” by her, many she just met while out and about - physically, and in the nonphysical. 

“Hey, Mer.” 

“Er, yeah, um, hey Brenda.” 

“You seem ... perplexed?” 

“Worried, actually.” 

“Yeah, I thought I’d be nice and soften the vibe.”

Mer grinned, and asked “Is Casz about?” 

“I’m just getting here”, Casz interjected. “Looked like something was going on.”

Mer nodded: “About three clicks west of here, I’ve found some major unbalancing energy - nothing else, just energy - coming from about the second or third astral level.” 

Casz narrower her eyes in concentration: “Nothing on cause?” 

Mer shook her head and looked even more worried: “Nothing I can find. Maybe one of th-”

 “No, Mer”, Casz smiled, “Your work is fine, and we trust you. We don’t need to get others in to help.” 

Mer blushed slightly at the praise. 

Casz looked around the room, frowning slightly in concentration. 

Reaching a decision, she called the members of two Triangles over, and outlined what Mer had found. 

“Greg, I want you, Paul and Sally to float over to where Mer tells you, and set up dispersing shields on the first astral and upper etheric. Nothing stronger, at this time - we don’t know that there’s anything malicious in it.” 

We had started using float as an in joke for astral travel.

Greg and his team nodded. 

“Ann, I want you, Marty and Ivan to head up to second and third astral, and find out what is going on.” 

They nodded, and both teams went to find a spare room they could eaach work in.

Casz and Bill quickly organised the rest of us into protection and local patrol work, and called another of our healers to come over to look after us while working and afterwards. 

Then it was a case of just waiting. 

Half an hour later, we were all back and grounded, and we regrouped to hear the reports. 

Greg’s team were brief - it wasn’t a difficult task, but Ann had a longer report. 

Some international physical world events that had made the news had led to reactions locally, and one of those had created a cloud of despair and anger that had - unintentionally - found a weaker part of the astral, pouring into it like water going through a breached dam. 

We weren’t set up to work on world events, although many of our members were activists in their everyday lives, but we could do something about the energy. 

Mer warned us not to directly influence the group, as the energy was something that group could use as a driving force for constructive physical world action, but Greg’s team was strengthened with Con’s Triangle, and they were given the task of a dispersal shield to protect neighbours.

Ann’s team was strengthened with Tara’s Triangle, and tasked with a dispersal shield at the head of the breach into the astral. 

The rest of us tuned in to every source of balanced/balancing and BPM strengthening energy we could find, to see if they could spare any energy, and if so, for how long. 

An hour later, we had promises of energy, a few percent here, a few percent there, that would meet most of the energy needs we were looking for over the next fortnight. 

The joy was sobered by the slight gap, so I spoke up. 

“We can rotate filling that extra bit.”

A relieved Casz replied “Thank you.” 

And then we set to work. 

In principle, the first stage was to “fill the gap”, in a sense - if a breached dam has the same level of water upstream and down, water won’t flow, so the energy we were being given was going to flood the low energy astral zone. 

Once that was done, we were repair the weakened connection to the physical - a bit like reweaving a jacket to fix a hole.

That was also being done primarily using the donated energy - but all the sources had to do was feed into astral thought forms of crystals that we had created, which also had links we could use to direct the energy to where it was needed. 

Another hour of work, and it was up and running. 

A few of us would check the energy flows, and make changes when they were needed, but another fortnight and we would be ready to check that it had all worked as planned. 


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If you liked this story, you can find past Rangers of the Inner Plane stories at: 

Please note that these stories are being belted out to illustrate points/aspects of the sort of psychic work my main blog is about. If I had the time and energy, I would improve the storytelling and writing, but I have neither, unfortunately (despite being retired).


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2007 - 2024 (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). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

NO AI   I do not consent to any machine learning aka Artificial Intelligence (AI), generative AI, large language model, machine learning, chatbot, or other automated analysis, generative process, or replication program to reproduce, mimic, remix, summarise, or otherwise  replicate any part of this post or other posts on this blog via any means. Typo’s may be inserrted deliberately to demonstrate this is not an AI product.     Otherwise, fair and reasonable use is accepted under Creative Commons 4.0 on an Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike basis   https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/  

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