Psychic Protection or Taking the Reins during a Spiritual Emergency

Throughout my life I have had strange experiences that I felt necessary to keep to myself, until very recently. I've been lucky enough to find others like me who have been there and understand. I now realize there have always been others out there, who like me, have kept their secrets, for fear of being "misunderstood" or outright, persecuted.

To experience an "opening" can certainly be frightening. One day you think you know what the world is and how it operates, the next, everything changes. For most, it is a re-opening, because most of us are open as children and shut down as soon as the adults in our lives embed their own thoughts and emotions and perspectives on our impressionable minds. I was shut down for years, but even then, I was prone to extraordinary dreams and "happenings" that made me wonder at times if I was mad. Luckily, finding others ... mostly through books but eventually through seminars and classes and of course, serendipity ... I not only found out I was okay, but I also discovered the strength to explore my particular kind of "knowledge" in more detail and without the fear I had been taught was appropriate.

Being "open" is how I refer to this most intimate aspect of my life, wherein I have a different sort of vision, than most, which is in fact, heightened senses. Rather than a 6th sense, I feel it is my own senses operating at optimum power. Perhaps not all of them, but even one expanded sense can be mind bending for the unprepared.

Luckily, my own opening came in small fits and bursts. Initially, I "felt" more intensely for others as an empath, that caused me great discomfort in social situations, wherein the resulting physical and emotional stress and strain would cause me to shake uncontrollably. Without the tools necessary to clear excess energy I continually had mini breakdowns, these "episodes" consisted of complete withdrawal from human-interaction for days on end, or fantastical crying jags wherein I lost control of myself until my body was spent. Later I would learn, this enabled me to purge negative energy from my body and auric field. This was before I understood what negative energy was and how it effected me on the physical level.

Eventually, energy itself became visible to me, I could see it moving in everything. Nothing was visually solid anymore (think of a Van Gogh painting). Great billowy clouds of white and color surrounded people, animals, stones and plants. I experienced visitations almost nightly; faces moving through the air over my bed, small-winged angels or fairies on my headboard or hovering in front of my face, as well as strange symbols, geometric, celtic, the Hebrew alphabet, and mathematical equasions in brilliant colors, sounds of strange watery music, or chorals, sometimes the world around me became achingly beautiful with colors and sounds unlike anything I'd ever seen. I could sense those who had passed on, often hear them speak, and soon began to feel them touch me. Along with all of this came mystical dreams and experiences of serendipity.

However, aside from all the beauty and wonder, there were moments that were absolutely frightening. I believe that as we experience openings, the output of light increases so much, that many are drawn. Some whom we are not prepared to meet or deal with, if we are lacking a strong spiritual foundation. I eventually learned the most important lesson in the gaining of psychic awareness, and that is how to protect oneself.

I have finally realized how it is important for me to impart this information, despite the possibility of being ostracized or laughed at, because I realize such "spiritual emergencies" are happening on a global level. Had my own mentors feared persecution, I would've been left to struggle with depression, fear and possible insanity. It is evident to me that there are others who desparately need this information, as much as I did when it began happening to me. My hope is to empower them, to keep them out of the psychiatrist's chair, off of medication or out of an asylum. It is vital they know it is a gift of spirit, and that we hold the power in our hands and are surrounded by multitudes of invisible helpers who are merely awaiting our request for the next level of assistance. Therefore, I offer these daily practices which will bring relief for those who are feeling out of control, inundated, fearful or unsure about what's happening to them.

First, however, let me expound on the first important rule of thumb for the "open" ones, if you take any type of recreational drug, alcohol or mind-altering substance at all, these practices cannot help you, and you will be left wide open for marauding energies. Substance experimentation and abuse breaks down the protective aura to such a tragic extent. If you feel this has happened to you, comment here and I will direct you to assistance. I do drink wine, though not often, but when I do, it is a small amount with a meal, or else watered down to a great extent with piles of ice, never in uncomfortable, public places and never before going to sleep. Also, if you are dealing with a great deal of internal fear, refrain from watching or listening to negative programming, such as the news, and definitely don't watch any kind of movies that invoke fear, such as horror and gore. That being said, let us move forward.

Psychic Protection:
I perform these same practices every night before I go to bed, which I recommend, however, you may do them as often as you like throughout the day, but at the very least once daily.

1) Pulling In White Light: Sit comfortably in a place where you will not be disturbed and close your eyes and take three very deep breaths through your nose and exhaling through your mouth. Imagine the breath coming down to the base of your spine and as you exhale, imagine it moving up the spine and expelling through the top of your head. Know that you are drawing in cleansing white light and moving it through your chakras.

Say: My Blessed Guardian Angels and Spirit Guides, I ask that you surround and protect me now. You may also call to Jesus or a special spiritual master you feel drawn to.

Say: I call upon the Eloheim of the White Ray, to come down and fill this space (this house and grounds) with pure, crystalline source light. This powerful, source light cannot be trespassed against, it cannot be altered or weakened, it grows stronger each time I renew this process. This light blesses, sustains and protects me on all levels of being in all directions of time. Only beings of pure, devine loving intent with my highest good in mind are welcome here. All others are not welcome, and must leave now. In the name of the I AM that I Am, so be it.

As you say this prayer, imagine a beam of pure white light coming down from above, and becoming a ball in the center of your house, it extends a cord of light to the center of the planet. Then this ball expands to fill each floor of the house, every nook and cranny, until the house and all within it are filled with this light, then expand to all corners of the property. Don't worry if you aren't very good at visualizing, do the best you can, intent is what sets prayer in motion.

2)Cleansing the Aura: Feel your aura around you, sense it with your mind. If you push out with your hands you will feel a bit of tension and warmth. Extend your arms outward to each side with palms flattened and facing upwards, imagine your aura pulling in and stopping at the palm of your hands. Know that that's where you want it. Imagine above you a ball of glistening white light, pull it down through the center of your body to your base chakra ... which is at the base of your spine, extend a chord of that light to the center of the planet. Know that it will remain in tact. Imagine a glistening, golden cloud above you that pours golden rain through your aura. Sense it cleansing your aura and all debris is washed to the floor and down a drain. Let the rain cloud dissipate and be gone. Imagine your aura glistening like a diamond. Now pull in golden light into and around your aura.

Say: I call upon the golden light from the holy city of angels where the Great White Brotherhood dwell, the Ascended Masters and the Arch Angels. Golden light, fill my aura, heal all imperfections, cleanse my chakras of all debris. Surround and protect me. This light will remain in tact, it cannot be altered or weakened, it will grow stronger each time I renew this process. Amen.

3) Setting a Force Field: Finally, imagine a ball of violet light surrounding you, 12 inches thick all the way around. You may call upon St. Germaine to bring this light, as he has been called "keeper of the violet flame", a phenomenon usually experienced during meditation. Remember, intent is what is important here, rather than saying the correct words.

Say: This violet light is a powerful protective force-field. It transmutes lower energies to a higher form of light for the good of all. It repels darkness and negativity. No harm of any kind can come to me.

If your home is prone to visitations, surround it with violet light as well, 12 feet thick. Knowing this light protects your home and family, as well.

Finally, before falling asleep say: Thank you Angels for protecting me while I sleep. I will only travel to the highest realms of light during dreamtime. I will have pleasant dreams only. Amen. Be sure to add any special prayers to "God" that bring you peace, such as The Lord's Prayer, or even better, something you've made up that comes from your heart... including meditations and affirmations which should come just before dropping off to sleep, as these you want to imbed in your subconscious mind, and it is most receptive just before falling asleep and upon waking.

Every morning, it is important to draw protective light to shield yourself before going out into the world. You can perform these same "rituals" before rising. You can also fill any space anywhere with white light, such as your office or the building where you work, your car, the grocery store, etc. As time goes by, you will memorize these prayers and become quite adept at quick self-protection techniques. I pull up my shields anytime I am in the presence of strangers or those I know have cluttered energy. It helps me to maintain clarity and personal power, and enables me to remain free of energy that doesn't belong to me.

Some people feel violet light to be very strong and it may "put off" people, or make them feel uncomfortable or suspicious around you. If you must work with people, you might try placing a layer of pink light on the very outside of your shields, which is a gentle, warm light and comforts others in your presence. Remember, you have a team of helpers, angels, who are ready to help in any situation. Ask before you leave your house each day that they be on guard, assist you in all situations, guide and protect you. Ask them to watch over your house when you are away. Form your request as a affirmation, rather than a plea.

Say: "Thank you for watching over my home, for going before me this day and making the crooked places straight, for assisting and protecting me in all situations. Amen."

These are the basic protections which you should use daily that will help you sleep better and feel safe, and more at ease in your surroundings, and keep "visitors" at bay. I would love to hear how these have worked for you!

In my next post, I will discuss further steps that involve clearing your personal energy and how to get free of tag-along energies that do not belong to you, including the use of ritual bathing, crystals and burning dried herbs. And finally, a ritual for clearing the spinal pathway to keep piggy-backing energies "off your back" forever.

I hope this brings you peace.

Blessed be,
~L

The Pound or The Effects of My Thoughts on Reality

Some days require a softened lense such as a badge of thoughtfulness worn over the heart as a gentle reminder of how "things" really are, while other days appear to require we carry a shield to guard our hearts, save we might assume an actual hardening of the heart altogether. Yesterday for me required both; for it was a mixed bag, yet I wore neither the badge nor the sheild. Instead, I left myself wide open. A little forgiveness sprinkled heavily with melancholy, anger, resentment, judgment and a total lack of understanding and forgetfulness. Everything being merely a projection of my mind, I should have guessed I was being toyed with. And yet, I chose, momentarily at least, to side with my ego, to cherish untruth, and feel my anger at the injustice of it all.

How did this all come about? I decided to visit the dog pound. I'm not quite sure what took me there, but a part of me felt compelled to go and so, the other part followed. Years ago, I spent my weekends there volunteering my time as a dog-walker, washer, visitor, friend, puppy and kitten holder, and critter-confidante. Unfortunately, I cried too often and brought home too many lost souls who needed forever homes and for whom I was only too happy to comply. Consequently, I've always had three dogs in my home at any one time, until now, I have only two, and mean to keep it this way awhile. Focusing all my love on a 12 year old Shepherd and a 5 year old Eskie (American Eskimo). Both of whom are the darlings of my heart, along with two parrots, one cat and a terribly cantankerous rooster.

Dog pounds are necessary places, sadly, because without them, too many of the innocent would come to terrible endings. The "inmates" on this particular day, consisted of 95% pit bull terriers. Gorgeous, muscular, square-headed, soft-eyed beauties who had been born to love ...but found something else instead. Most were "surrendered" as they say ... a variety of reasons; "got too big" ... "plays too rough" ... "too loud" ... "jumps up"... "won't come when called" ... "moving" ... "military reassignment" ... "runs away" ... "digs" ... "aggressive..."

Having had a dog in my life nearly constantly from the day I was born, most of these "issues" are common to young dogs who, just like children, require that their family teach them how to behave to be responsible and enjoyable pack members. Every dog lover I know has lived with the chewed slippers, spotted carpets, chewed table legs, ruined white pants and favorite leather shoes, upended rose bushes, bowled-over toddlers, and scratched (or eaten through) doors of teenage dogdom. Still, the other two reasons, "moving" and "military reassignment" break my heart even more.

I feel such utter sadness at how careless we humans are. How we only consider our own worth and convenience in the scheme of things. All else, it appears, is expendable. We are merely like children without the honor and strength of character to say "no" to ourselves and our own children in the face of temptation. Instead, we take a darling puppy too adorable to pass up despite our lack of knowledge or appropriate accommodation, only to dump him when he's a gangly, obnoxious teenager, or when his presence is no longer convenient.

Being the end of summer, there were so many baby animals I could only wonder at the mentality that would forego a visit to the numerous free spay and neuter clinics in our area. But imagine, there was also a parrot (a gentle, sweet African grey) who was surrendered for being "too loud" -- obviously the previous owner neglected to read anything about parrots before making her purchase or she would've known, parrots by their very nature, are really very loud most of the time.

It is a wonder the shelter's are able to keep up as well as they do, only putting down those who've been passed up so many times there is no hope of them being adopted, usually the elderly or those with medical needs, and only to make room for the constant influx of the newly abandoned. There were at least 5 litters of kittens and another 5 litters of puppies. But, at least these babies were turned in... so they will be kept warm and fed and perhaps find loving homes. I consider the others that are not so lucky. There were also two adult Shepards, one Shepard pup, several leggy young labs and some mixed breeds, most of them large. The kind no one wants, the kind of puppies that can be difficult in their teenage years because of their sheer bulk and exuberance.

Finally, a gorgeous 9-month old Siberian husky with one blue eye, all jitters and jiggles and jumps and barks and bundles of unconditional love in need of a guiding hand and heart. Surrendered for "barking" and "jumping up." Really. At 9 months old? Who would've guessed? Of course, they do not come trained or with manuals hanging from their necks. Neither, unfortunately, are there laws to protect them from the likes of us who are prone to use things up that give us pleasure, and dump what is too difficult or inconvenient or no longer serves us.

I've never been one for too many laws. In fact, I fear laws. Because laws require that some are in authority over others. And people in authority tend to abuse their power, tend to be corrupt, and so those who must abide will always rebel. It is human nature. It is nature, itself. I pray instead for a leap in consciousness that will bring mankind to a place of understanding, true goodness and responsibility. Only evolutionary consciousness will save us. To know we are stewards of this planet, creators of this magical garden, the music makers ... the dreamers of dreams. Perhaps then we will truly honor the innocent, and stop torturing them for our fickle pleasures.

So, needless to say, I left the "dog pound" in a flood of tears. For the parrot I could not bring home and love, having two already who require my attentions, and for the too many dogs who stared deeply into my eyes, pleaded, quivered under my my hand, and begged for mercy. I gave them what I could. I touched them gently, and massaged their ears, kissed their noses, told them it would be okay, that someone would come, that they were worthy, that they would find a home of their own. I have to believe they will.

Yet, in trying to gouge out some meat of meaning in all this, rather than a heartful of hopelessness for the human race, I realized this was a challenge for me. I'd been challenged by something greater in myself to bring truth to this experience ... to these animals. To not dwell on the darkness, but to carry light. To be an example of love instead of guilt. For isn't mankind riddled enough with guilt, and this experience brought it home powerfully. I had broken a vow to myself. To be vigilent only for Love. To stop vascillating. Here ... I cherished my anger at injustice and unfairness. I looked blindly on the world through the eyes of an ego that would have me be angry and afraid. And so I struggled with truth and lies. And I shuttered at my own inability to be responsible for what I see, and remember that my seeing represents my thinking.

In retrospect, with the clarity that comes too late, but always comes, I understand that only by changing my thinking, will I bare witness to what is truth. And I realize these innocent animals are bearers of the tremendous weight of our guilt, and as such, they are examples of it. But they are also examples of our love. Mirrors, in effect.

Here, made manifest, is our collective responsibility being challenged as it must on a personal level. To see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil, and in effect, do no evil. To be only Love. To be vigilent only for Love. Someday, I have to believe ... we will.