December 21, 2013.
In a past blog I wrote about a cleansing we did for this older couple and called the husband “V” and the wife “H”.
I have stayed in contact with this couple to make sure everything is okay with them since H was really bothered by the spirits in her home. Since the initial cleansing with CAT team member Jessica, H has had some relief but not completely.
Over the past week H contacted me a couple times to talk about what was happening. She would wake up to a noise at the door and hear a tap, tap tap…tap. The noise would stop, then she would feel like someone was standing beside the bed looking down at her. She would tell it to go away and it would for a couple days, only to return and do the same thing again.
I cleansed the home and sat down to talk with H for a little while. The entire time I was talking with her I could feel a presence with me. The home was clean, but it had attached to me. I knew when I was leaving that he was coming home with me, but I wasn’t quite sure who it was. My abilities have not grown to the point that I can see the actual spirits/entities or be able to talk directly to them…yet.
I did my usual ritual of cleansing myself before and after going into the home and arriving back at my home. But I still felt completely drained of energy when I walked in my door. I fell asleep fairly easily and had many dreams.
I dream in color and my nightmares were very graphic, nothing like I had ever had before. In my dream I am being chased by a bunch of men, running I hide my son who is around 5 or 6. When he sees the men catch me he comes out of hiding to try to help me. The men circle around him and I see them pick him up in the air and slam him to the ground. I’m running, screaming for them to stop. When they step away my son is in a sea of blood with his bones shattered.
I won’t go into any more graphic details than that, but it was so horrible that I woke up sobbing and unable to catch my breath. The image of my broken, dead son stuck with me all day.
December 22nd, Second night, I go to bed and dream the same but it gets progressively worst. I see myself as a Native American woman. I’m running, hiding and when the men find me, they are raping me. My son comes out of hiding and the same thing happens to him. Again, I wake up sobbing. I don’t understand why I am having these dreams and wake with the headache from hell which had been lingering since the day before.
December 23rd, Third night, my head is absolutely killing me and is now affecting my neck and shoulder. I know I’m going to dream and I do. This time the men take and toss his little body over the side of the mountain and he is broken and battered at the bottom.
When I wake up my head is hurting so bad I just want to sleep again. Half sitting, half laying on the couch a vision hits me and I see my son standing in front of me. He has other little boys behind him. His face changes and he is no longer my son, but a little Native American boy. The other boys fade away and he is standing there holding his hand out to me, a sad look on his face.
When I dream, my dreams usually mean something. They don't always happen immediately. Usually takes a couple weeks or even years before I understand what the dream means. For the first time in my life I had a waking vision and watched the scene play through my mind like a movie. I watched what they did to his mother and what they did to him because he was trying to protect her from these men.
He showed me going into H's room, the tap, tap tap…tap was of his broken legs trying to walk across the floor. He was attracted to her white light and thought she would help him. As he stood by her bed, he would ask, but she always told him to go away. He did and would try again every so often.
Once I realized what had happened with this little boy my headache lifted and my pain was gone. Just like that! I have never had that happen before. Analyzing why he came to me as my son James, the little boy knew this would get my attention. When James was born, he had black hair and dark eyes. I always called him my little Indian Pappoos.
On December 24th, Jessica and Candy came over to for a stay over and Jessica did a cleansing for me. I could feel the little boys presence and when I sent up my prayers that he would move on to the white light I felt him hugging me and I couldn’t help but hug him back. I’m not one for crying. But the emotions going through me were strong and I could see a white light and felt when he left me and went into the arms of his mother who was waiting on the other side.
Jessica was standing next to me with the sage, talking and helping me to move the little boy into the light where he wanted to go. When he left me, Jessica said she could feel the air move away from me.
I can honestly say I have never felt anything like this and it was amazing. Candy saw how it affected me, came over and gave me a huge hug, said it was a beautiful moment. This experience touched me deeply and I truly hope that I can continue to help spirits move on to where they belong.
Parents, hug your children and be happy to have them by your side.
Merry Christmas,
Mary Bast
In a past blog I wrote about a cleansing we did for this older couple and called the husband “V” and the wife “H”.
I have stayed in contact with this couple to make sure everything is okay with them since H was really bothered by the spirits in her home. Since the initial cleansing with CAT team member Jessica, H has had some relief but not completely.
Over the past week H contacted me a couple times to talk about what was happening. She would wake up to a noise at the door and hear a tap, tap tap…tap. The noise would stop, then she would feel like someone was standing beside the bed looking down at her. She would tell it to go away and it would for a couple days, only to return and do the same thing again.
I cleansed the home and sat down to talk with H for a little while. The entire time I was talking with her I could feel a presence with me. The home was clean, but it had attached to me. I knew when I was leaving that he was coming home with me, but I wasn’t quite sure who it was. My abilities have not grown to the point that I can see the actual spirits/entities or be able to talk directly to them…yet.
I did my usual ritual of cleansing myself before and after going into the home and arriving back at my home. But I still felt completely drained of energy when I walked in my door. I fell asleep fairly easily and had many dreams.
I dream in color and my nightmares were very graphic, nothing like I had ever had before. In my dream I am being chased by a bunch of men, running I hide my son who is around 5 or 6. When he sees the men catch me he comes out of hiding to try to help me. The men circle around him and I see them pick him up in the air and slam him to the ground. I’m running, screaming for them to stop. When they step away my son is in a sea of blood with his bones shattered.
I won’t go into any more graphic details than that, but it was so horrible that I woke up sobbing and unable to catch my breath. The image of my broken, dead son stuck with me all day.
December 22nd, Second night, I go to bed and dream the same but it gets progressively worst. I see myself as a Native American woman. I’m running, hiding and when the men find me, they are raping me. My son comes out of hiding and the same thing happens to him. Again, I wake up sobbing. I don’t understand why I am having these dreams and wake with the headache from hell which had been lingering since the day before.
December 23rd, Third night, my head is absolutely killing me and is now affecting my neck and shoulder. I know I’m going to dream and I do. This time the men take and toss his little body over the side of the mountain and he is broken and battered at the bottom.
When I wake up my head is hurting so bad I just want to sleep again. Half sitting, half laying on the couch a vision hits me and I see my son standing in front of me. He has other little boys behind him. His face changes and he is no longer my son, but a little Native American boy. The other boys fade away and he is standing there holding his hand out to me, a sad look on his face.
When I dream, my dreams usually mean something. They don't always happen immediately. Usually takes a couple weeks or even years before I understand what the dream means. For the first time in my life I had a waking vision and watched the scene play through my mind like a movie. I watched what they did to his mother and what they did to him because he was trying to protect her from these men.
He showed me going into H's room, the tap, tap tap…tap was of his broken legs trying to walk across the floor. He was attracted to her white light and thought she would help him. As he stood by her bed, he would ask, but she always told him to go away. He did and would try again every so often.
Once I realized what had happened with this little boy my headache lifted and my pain was gone. Just like that! I have never had that happen before. Analyzing why he came to me as my son James, the little boy knew this would get my attention. When James was born, he had black hair and dark eyes. I always called him my little Indian Pappoos.
On December 24th, Jessica and Candy came over to for a stay over and Jessica did a cleansing for me. I could feel the little boys presence and when I sent up my prayers that he would move on to the white light I felt him hugging me and I couldn’t help but hug him back. I’m not one for crying. But the emotions going through me were strong and I could see a white light and felt when he left me and went into the arms of his mother who was waiting on the other side.
Jessica was standing next to me with the sage, talking and helping me to move the little boy into the light where he wanted to go. When he left me, Jessica said she could feel the air move away from me.
I can honestly say I have never felt anything like this and it was amazing. Candy saw how it affected me, came over and gave me a huge hug, said it was a beautiful moment. This experience touched me deeply and I truly hope that I can continue to help spirits move on to where they belong.
Parents, hug your children and be happy to have them by your side.
Merry Christmas,
Mary Bast
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