Healing Story #1:
Shamanic Healing and Space Clearing
I met this client initially at a charity function. He was tall, dapper, had a very polished manner about him and was about 50 years old. After running into him several times, we agreed to go out to coffee, whereupon I mentioned my shamanic practice. As I described the manner of my work, I also realized that there was a huge darkness lingering around this man. I spoke of soul retrievals and depossessions, and the more I talked about these various healing modalities, the more anxious I got. He seemed quite interested and kept asking questions.
After this encounter, I consulted a shamanic teacher whom I had been studying with. My teacher closed his eyes for a moment and when he came back, he said that I should not attempt to heal this man. The spirits who possessed him were too dark and powerful and I did not have the tools to deal with them. Additionally, if I tried, I could be hurt. But I wanted to do something. Finally I settled on a solution.
Formerly a well paid professional, my client fell down a flight of stairs at work (did spirits push him?) and went to the hospital. After having his hip replaced as a result of the fall, the botched operation caused one leg to be longer than the other, creating a lot of pain. He could hardly walk. Physical therapy, yoga, core strengthening exercises became a part of his regimen. He also had a horrible 6% mortgage that he couldnt refinance because he was out of work and had no documented income. He was stuck with no job, a horrible mortgage, was hemorrhaging money, had a limp and unending pain.
Then he got into a car accident that totaled his car he was rear ended, so it wasnt anything he did. Shortly thereafter, he sued his neighbor over a condo dispute. Then he sued the doctor who performed the botched hip operation. Only a few months after these events, he goes back into the hospital with yet another life threatening illness. Then he gets out of the hospital, only to go back again a week later because of an infection caused by the catheter. He has other problems that resulted from his long hospital stay. He must also wean himself off the pain killers that were administered. Shortly after getting better, he goes back to the hospital AGAIN for reconstructive surgery. Unable to work, barely able to walk, he is fast becoming unmarketable because this ordeal has caused him to be out of work for a very long time, and of course the pain is still excruciating.
After some journeying on my part, I decided that although I shouldnt attempt anything so personal as a soul retrieval, extraction, curse removal or depossession, I would not be harmed by the spirits surrounding my client if I merely cleared his house. Those spirits were not attached directly to him and did not appear to be as malevolent. Perhaps the act of clearing where he lived would set off a chain reaction that could be beneficial to him, so that is what I let him know that I would do.
The following is the healing story as it unfolded and as told to my client:
I go to his place with all my stuff. For some reason, I start the clearing process in the kitchen. I am sensing that in the kitchen there is a woman who is crying while washing dishes. But the sink is in the wrong place. I ask my client: Was the sink ever on this other wall? He says that he has no idea, but that the house is 80 years old and that the plumbing for the bathroom is inside the wall I am pointing to, so having the kitchen sink there would make sense. Ok, I am on the right track. Then I feel that in the dining nook there is a dark presence it is the womans child and he is defective somehow. Not sure how. Mongoloid? THAT is why the woman is crying. From the objects in the kitchen, I place the time in the 50s or 60s. This is a time when a single woman with a defective kid would have a very difficult time getting a husband, and that is why the woman is crying. She is not only crying for her child but for herself. She has decided that she would never feel that kind of love again. I ask my client: Did a single woman ever live here? He says: Yes. Two owners previous, there was a single woman who owned the house for almost 40 years. He didnt know if she had a child. I psychopomped her and the child easilythey were grateful, and caused me no problems. (Psychopomp is the term for lovingly escorting the spirit still residing in this world to the portal so that he/she can cross over and become part of the next world.)
Next I went into his spare bedroom that my client had been renting out to make some extra money. I knew that a few years back he had had an Asian guy as a roommate. He was still there in the room. I asked my client if he was still in contact with this guy. He said that even though the ex-roommate had moved to San Jose, the ex-roommate had just recently started stalking him on Facebook and that it was creeping him out. Bingo. I made him leave. He was not happy about it.
Next up was the living room. I stopped cold at one of the chairs there. It was filled to overflowing with negative energy. I set about clearing this energy for several minutes. To my client: What is up with this chair? “Oh,” he says. “That is where I spent most of the time recovering from all the surgeries.” I did my best to move that energy out of the chair and room. On to the bedroom. Again, some nasty stuff there this time from his ex. Opening all the windows and running clearing energy in all the corners, I got the ex to leave. He was the most stubborn. (Perhaps these two still had each others soul parts?) Other parts of the house were taken care of without incident. Finally, I left.
I cleared his house on a Monday. On Thursday, I called my client and asked him how he was doing. He said that after I left, he had to sit down on his sofa and get out of the way because there were so many spirits whirling around his house. He said that it was like a cyclone in his living room. They were all leaving. I could hear him smiling. On
Tuesday a very large and well-respected employer called him to tell him that he was now at the top of the list for being hired. On Wednesday, he got notification that he was being called back for another interview for another fantastic job he had applied for. On the day I called, the neighbors below him had decided to settle the lawsuit and pay up. AND because he was feeling so empowered and for the first time happy, he had decided the day before to go to where he had been born and revisit all his family and the house where he had grown up. For some reason, the last minute fares to this destination were very cheap (they typically are never cheap), so he could afford to go, and he was happy for the first time in a long time.
I told him that he needed at least a deposession and soul retrieval. Additionally I told him that problems besetting him were based on the Santeria tradition (based on where he grew up), but that I wasnt familiar with this culture and felt ill equipped to deal with what had to be done. I suggested that he needed to contact a Santeria shaman back home who would be familiar with what he needed. He completely agreed.
Fast forward two weeks. He is now back in town and looking amazing. Life had returned to him, he was visibly free of pain. He had in fact gone to a shaman on his trip. She had seen him several times. He had revisited where he had grown up and had gotten reacquainted with his family, some of whom he hadnt seen since he was 16 when he ran away from home. He went for a swim in the ocean in exactly the same place he used to swim as a kid. It was cleansing. And during the time he was away, workers comp had sent him paperwork offering to settle for the damages caused by his botched hip operation. He had also cleared the hurdles to get his mortgage refinanced.
His life had turned around. Even though I wasnt able to do directly what needed to be done, I believe that I set off a chain of events that allowed my client to take control of his life and heal himself. It was a glorious afternoon for me, watching him go on and on about how many good things had been happening to him. (We went to have coffee) There was now hope, and I felt humbled that I could be a small part of his renewal.