Beware the Dybbuk ~ Part Eight

Beware the Dybbuk

By Robin Renee Ray

Part Eight

          Cindy woke and panic set in. She tried with all of her might to pull her hands free from the restraints behind her back. As soon as she moaned she felt one of Harold’s feet slam into her back. She screamed through the gag and rolled to her side trying to see who had kicked her. Once she saw the way Harold looked she began to struggle even more.

          Harold grabbed a hand full of hair and lifted her from the floor until his face was just inches from hers. “I suggest you stop, or I will beat you to death right now.” Then he backhanded Cindy so hard that she hit the floor with an enormous force, leaving her hair in Harold’s hand. He put it to his nose and took a deep breath then let the strands fall down over her face. “Do we have an understanding?”

          All that Cindy could do was nod as she rolled to her side to keep from choking on the blood that was coming from her nose. She closed her eyes tight when he stepped over her and leaned down. She was whimpering when he caressed her arm, praying he wouldn’t hit her again. “I have to go take care of your older brother now, but I will be back.” Cindy’s eyes flew open and she started shaking her head as she tried to speak through the gag.

          “Do you wish to tell me something?” he asked and Cindy nodded several times.

          “If I remove the tape do you promise not to scream, because if you do, I will hurt you.”

          She nodded and he pulled the tape off. Cindy held the yell the threatened to unleash from the pain back, as the tape tore from her flesh. “I’ll do whatever you want just please don’t hurt my family.”

          “You should have never come here. I was the one who took care of the Lady Bernstein and I am the one who should gain all she had. Not you or your crippled father.”

          “We didn’t know, there wasn’t a will that said she left this to you or we would have never come here, I swear.”

          “You would say anything right now, wouldn’t you?”

          “No, please I swear we didn’t know.”

          Harold turned his head as if he was listening to things that Cindy couldn’t hear. “Yes, you’re right, but…” His body fell back and a new slash appeared on the side of his neck. Without speaking he grabbed the tape and lifted Cindy’s head by her hair as she begged him not to hurt her.  He wrapped the tape around her head instead of tearing a piece off. “You try and talk to me again and I will cut your tongue out.” Then he dropped her and walked out.

          Harold made it up to the first floor, falling into the gray walls of the passageway. He was beginning to feel the effects of the blood loss and knew if the being that came from the box kept hurting him, he would die and everything he was trying to do would be in vain. His thoughts went from killing the kid, to killing the thing that was controlling him, only he couldn’t harm what he couldn’t touch. Seconds after the thought of the being had entered his mind he was slammed into the wall and lifted to the ceiling.  His body hung in midair with his head painfully angled against the wood slats that made up the passage’s ceiling.

          “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” His body dropped like a rock.

~ῲ~

          All three stood by the fireplace and backed away from the area of the sounds. It was Mike who walked over and placed his ear to the wall, listening for the sound they heard just seconds before. He looked back at Gabby and Sam and motioned with his hand for them to come closer, but then put a finger to his lips. He pointed at the wall and nodded, “Something is back there,” he whispered, putting his head back up to the wall.

          “Like a person?” Sam asked a little too loud and got a bad look from his brother. “Sorry, but do you think it’s human or a ghost?” he spoke low as he moved closer to the wall.

          “Shut up, Sam,” Gabby said in a low voice, grabbing Sam by the arm and pulling him back.

          Gabby got close to Mike and also leaned onto the wall and heard the sound of shuffling feet. Her eyes grew larger at the fact that something or someone was in the space between the walls. She mouthed the words, ‘a person’ and Mike shrugged his shoulders. Gabby stepped back and waved for Mike to come with her. Once they were back by the fireplace she asked, “Do you think it’s that creepy butler?”

          “It sounded too big to be rats, so yeah. I think there has to be some kind of secret passage between the walls and that would explain how Cindy disappeared so fast. Sam, start feeling around the wall and see if you can find a latch or something that might be a door. Gabby, you gather a few candles in case the batteries go out on the flash light. I’m going to the kitchen and get a few of those butcher knives.”

          “What’s wrong with these daggers?” Sam asked, pulling his from his back pocket.

          “I think they’re just decoration and I want to make sure that we have something that will work when and if we need them.”

          “No way, Mike, you can’t go alone and you can’t leave us in here. We all go or nothing,” Gabby said then added. “What if this guy is really strong and takes you.”

          Mike looked up at Gabby as if a light switch had gone off in his mind. “That’s it.”

          “What’s it?” Gabby frowned.

          “That’s how we find Cindy. I can hide a weapon and then go alone and let the freak grab me. He will take me to where he has Cindy.”

          “You’re talking crazy, Mike. What if it’s not that man? What if it is the Dybbuk?” Sam asked as he hugged himself. “Gabby’s right, we have to stick together.”

          “I know you’re scared Sam, but it may be the only way to find her. I can take that old man then bring her back and then we will get the hell out of here. And if it’s not Grey that’s doing this, then I will take on whatever is.”

          “You can’t hurt the Dybbuk with a knife.”

          “He may be right Sam, and there is no such thing as a ghost or that stupid story that dad told you,” Gabby looked at Mike. “You be careful and if nothing happens when you go down that hall then you get those knives and hurry back.”

          “I will, and if I don’t come back you and Sam stay close to this fireplace and stay together. I have to say this, if Cindy and I aren’t back before the sun comes up, when it does, you and Sam try to get out.” He put his finger to his mouth again then spoke louder. “I’m going to go to the kitchen and look for a few weapons, you two keep these daggers and stay put, I will be right back.” Then he winked.

          Without waiting for a reply, Mike stepped out into the foyer and then headed down the hall. He looked back once and saw Gabby and Sam looking around the corner. He smiled then continued down the hall and disappeared into the kitchen.

To be continued…

Mystic Monday's

 

 

Hi All,

Mark your calendar because Thursday is the full moon. Get ready to manifest and burn your intentions under the full moon. What? Ok if you are new to the blog, the Full Moon is the most powerful night of the month to manifest your wants. First, start by writing out a list of what it is you want. Be specific. Make sure you list all the qualities you want. If it’s an object get in all the options you want and what price you want to pay for it. When you have your list written, say a prayer of intent to the Universe asking that you be put in the situation in where you will get what it is you want. Then it’s time to go outside and burn your list under the full moon. I usually take my list outside to the backyard, say my prayer of intent and then burn my list in my cauldron while asking Sister Moon to help bring my list forward into my life. Then I dump the ashes by my birch tree to release them back to Mother Earth to be recycled. Get creative and no worries because there is no wrong way to manifest with the moon. Listen to your intuition.

Good Luck!

This week I want to touch on music. In my readings this weekend the Music card came up a lot. It was strange that almost every card reading I did Music popped up. Music can alter your state of consciousness, help you heal and de-stress. Angels love piano music, so to attract angels play piano music in the background as you’re doing things around the house. Instrumental music helps you alter your state of mind so you can meditate. The radio can be manipulated easily by crossed over loved ones, so you might be getting messages from them with the songs you are hearing. So start paying attention to your music to help your moods and energy levels.   

A few clients had me try contacting a crossed over loved one. Being that I was in a public place I did pick up on other people’s people. LOL. When reading for a couple, some of their family was sitting around and I ended up getting visions that were for a man that was with them and not for them at all. Also, the name Dale came out loud and clear and it wasn’t until the next woman sat for a reading that I found out that Dale was for her. So it was a pretty strange day.

Club Forest investigation was quick for me this weekend as my children were “home” with me for the holiday. When I arrived I felt like I was being watched in the parking lot. I could feel mob energy there in the tree line. I tried to take a picture but it was snowing so you couldn’t see anything but some snowflake “orbs”. Once inside I could feel some energy around and then all a sudden a cute ghost dog ran through. Now if you remember the history of the place from the beginning of the year, Val researched and the place was once a kennel for dog breeding. Freddy and I sat for a bit in a booth in the back. I did snap a few pictures around the inside, but I only had one come up with an orb. We had some action with the flashlight on the table but we chalked it up to residual energy since there was a pattern with the light turning on every 3 minutes or so. After sitting a while, I went into the basement with the girls. I walked right into the dark room that I refused to go into last time and nothing...I snapped a few pictures and nothing there either. So then I walked into the back basement room and snapped a few pictures and asked the resident ghost to turn on our flashlights. When I requested the lights come on, I heard one of the guides say, “But there’s no one here lass.”  Ok trusting them I gave up for the night and went upstairs to see Freddy. My Cinderella time was up any how since I promised my boys I’d be back early.

So that was pretty much my weekend. I did get the Nemeton Energy System Manual out to the U.S. Copyright office so I can’t wait to get the certificate. Now to finish the book. : )

Blessings All,

Wendy

Wendy Jackson

Intuitive Healer/Reiki Master

www.intuitivewendy.com

 

 

Wastes of Space

Hello everyone!
This post is part of a blog tour for Darcy Town's new novel Wastes of Space…let’s give her a warm welcome!

 Title: Wastes of Space

Author: Darcy Town

Published: Self-Published - December 14th, 2011

Genre: Science Fiction

Word Count: 142,000

Content Warning: Mature - language, sex, graphic violence, drug use/abuse, prostitution


Synopsis:

In the early 21st century, the Cold War between the American and Chinese Empires slogs on in a stalemate. There's a ceasefire in effect, but the peace is artificial—secretly enforced by an alien blockade that surrounds the planet. Earth is caught in a territory struggle between two warring factions: the Empire and the Resistance. Lacking harvestable talents, both groups classify Earthlings as Wasters.

Hidden among the Wasters is an alien girl with the power of moving spaceships. She teams up with Rake, a drug-addicted ex-Astronaut, to join an intergalactic war that Earth did not know existed…but first Rake has to realize he's travelling with an alien to begin with.

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A howl from outside the building woke Ravil up.  Her eyes shot open as goose bumps raced across her skin.  She reached for Rake, but her hands slipped through air.  Another howl came louder than the last, followed by a faint scream.  She stared at her empty outstretched hand as the realization set in—he’d abandoned her. 

Ravil slipped out of the tub, kept low to the floor, and held her knife out in front of her.  She reached the hall and crawled towards the windows.  Weak sunlight filtered into the apartment through the grimy glass.  Every fiber of her being told her to go back and hide in the darkness of the bathroom, but she would not wait for death to come to her.  Rake had left her; he’d lied last night.  She held back tears and moved another few inches.  She was on her own now and she would handle it.

The hall creaked.  Ravil froze. 

Rake kneeled by her side and whispered into her ear, “Not a sound now, Bebette.”  He held one of her Bowie knives and crawled past her, keeping his head below the level of the windows.  He crept towards the closest and used a piece of mirror to look outside.  His shift in expression made Ravil scoot back into the bathroom.  She climbed into the tub and covered her ears.

The howls and screams continued until they cut off in a definitive silence.  Rake came in some minutes later, his face ashen.  He sat down and looked over at her.  “We cannot walk out on the streets.”

“Wh…why?”

“We just can’t.”  Rake’s hands shook.  He grabbed his left hand with his right and pressed it into the floor; he broke into a sweat.  He took a deep breath.  “It’s not safe.”

“Can’t we run?”

He shook his head.  “Do you want to end up a screamer?”

Ravil sank down below the level of the porcelain.  “What is out there?”

“The low, the hungry, and the desperate.”  Rake looked nauseous.  “You don’t go to the Dead, never, even if you will get killed otherwise.  Everyone knows that.” 

She looked towards the doorway.  “How did those others get out there then, the ones screaming?”

He closed his eyes.  “Sometimes the sick and drunk end up here by accident, stumbling in the night.  Others get here through punishment, piss off the wrong person and you’re dropped in the Dead, left bound, sometimes not, sometimes they have a chance to run.”  Rake looked ready to throw up.

She stared at her hands.  She touched the air with her fingers, caressed it.  She searched for the feeling she had the night previous, tried to recall it, but it was like pulling on smoke.  She frowned and stared at her hands.  Why was she trying to run, what was the point in trying to escape quickly?  Rake stayed with her now out of a misplaced sense of guilt.  The quicker they got out of here, the sooner he would leave her.  Then she would be alone and most likely she would be just as dead.  Ravil shoved her hands into her lap.  “What do we do?”

Rake sighed.  “Something stupid and dangerous.”  He bumped his head against the countertop.  “Damn it.”

Ravil watched him twitch.  “You’re ill.”

“I am not ill.”  He rubbed his palms together.  “Get up, we’re heading downstairs.”

“Why?”

“Because I say so.”  Rake hauled her out of the bathtub.  He looked her over and set her on the bathroom counter.  He pulled out his knife.  Ravil scooted away.  Rake pinned her leg in place.  Her grabbed her pants and sliced off the material below the knee.  He did the same for the other leg.  He stepped back at stared at his handiwork.  “There, no more tripping.” 

She didn’t answer.  Rake looked up and noticed her trembling.  “What is wrong with you now?”

“I thought you were going to hurt me.”

He backed up.  “I am not that way.  Not with kids, not with girls.”

“I—”

“Come on.”  He stepped out of the bathroom and listened.  He pulled a gun from his belt and handed it to her.  “I know you can use this, you don’t need to tell me why.”

Ravil checked how many shots she had.  “It’s because—”

“Ravil, I don’t want to know, that’s what I mean by you don’t need to tell me, okay?”  He searched her eyes.  “Keep your story to yourself.  I’ll keep mine to myself and we’ll both be quiet.  Okay?”

She dropped her eyes.  “Okay.”

He gave her shoulder a squeeze.  “Shoot at anything you see that looks human understand?  No waiting, no questioning, you shoot it.”

She nodded.

He undid the first lock.  “You stay on me like a shadow.”  He undid the second lock.  “But if I go down, leave me and run.”

“What if I go down?”

Rake undid the third lock and pried the door open.  He stared into the darkened hall.  “You won’t unless I do.  Now, no more words.”  He slid out of the room and took her hand, pulling her with him.  The carpet had peeled away from the floor, exposing concrete.  Many of the doors were missing, the apartments ransacked, but empty.  Nothing moved.

He let her hand go so that he had both of his free.  Ravil hooked her fingers around his leather belt.  He glanced down at her hand, then at her, but she did not look at him.  She shook so hard she waved her gun. 

Rake let her keep her hand on him as he walked them towards an empty elevator shaft.  He looked into the darkness.  He put his knife in his mouth, pushed her hand away, and jumped in.

Ravil squeaked.

Rake held on to the rungs along the side of the shaft.  He motioned for her.  She grabbed his outstretched arm and stepped into the darkness.  He brought her to the ladder, putting her body between his and the metal.  They climbed down together. 

The descending floors each had a number painted on the concrete, barely visible in the low light.  They reached the first floor, but kept moving.  Rake pointed down. 

He stopped at the basement level and listened.  The faint light from the floor above did not penetrate the parking garage.  He leaned in and spoke softly, “There may be a car, a motorcycle, a bike, anything.  Do you know how to get one working if I have to kill things?”

She shook her head.  “I am not a Fix-It.”

He sighed.  “Fine, you get to shoot then, I fix it.  I hope last night was not just lucky shooting on your part.”  He wrapped an arm around her midsection and they dropped the final few feet to the ground.  They crouched below the entrance to the basement, listening for movement. 

Hearing nothing, Rake pulled out his gun and put his knife away.  He put his hands together and slapped them against Ravil’s thigh, motioning for her to step up.  Ravil put her foot in his hand.  She held on to him, unsure if he was going to toss her and run.  He sensed her hesitation and rolled his eyes.  He bounced his hand, urging her to climb. 

Ravil stepped up onto the concrete floor.  The garage was hot and immense; the air was stale.  She focused.  She pushed her senses outward, measuring the size of the space.  There were motionless shapes that broke up the monotony. 

Rake stepped up beside her.  Ravil grabbed his wrist and gave him a tug.  They moved slowly.  She reached out to the first shape; she touched rough cloth over metal.  She grabbed Rake’s hand and moved it to the machine.  He slipped back the cloth and dropped to his knees.  He felt the shape of the wheels, the handles.  He found a key and grinned.

Ravil turned her back to the motorcycle and remade her mental image of the darkness.  Things had moved.  Alarmed, she focused.  Things moved towards them.  Human-sized things. 

 About the Author:

I earned a degree in Comparative Religion, so themes-wise that certainly pops up here and there in my writing (okay, more than a little here and there in some books).
I write what I enjoy reading/watching – which is fantasy/sci-fi with dark humor and a bit of romance. What I consider romance however is to some…a bit off (and kinked out). And when I say dark humor I mean black. But I always have lighthearted moments (I do not believe a story should be all one way or another). Gotta spice things up!
Speaking of…I like to write stories that cater to all sexual preferences in one story. I have your typical male-female romances. I have male-male, female-female, transgender, bi-sexual, etc. This is mostly due to the fact that well…1. I like writing about it. 2. I see it in my everyday life. 3. I like having a well-rounded cast of characters from all walks of life.
I am the author of the Morningstar Trilogy and the Wastes Series.

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 Synopsis for Wastes Away – Book Two:

…A split second later in the same galaxy as before, but pretty far away…

Rake and Ravil have escaped Earth and the Empire, towing the rest of their friends and new allies with them. They flee to an abandoned Empire colony known only as Seed Planet 15. 

Out of fuel and common sense, they crash and nearly wreck their ship, stranding them in the middle of a seemingly endless swamp. On first glance the place looks mostly harmless, but what they've landed on is anything but. Seed Planet 15 has a nasty history.

The planet has more hidden in the mist than just ghosts and rumors. And if the crew doesn’t get off the planet soon, there will be nothing left of them but spare parts and a rusted ship. 

Synopsis for Waste Not, Want Not – Book Three:

Barely making it off Seed Planet Fifteen with their lives, Rake and the crew are content to hang out and lick their wounds for a while, if it weren't for the fried wiring and Stalker damage that have left the ship prone to reoccurring blackouts. 

Needing supplies for repairs, the crew decides the best course of action is to raid abandoned Ampyr outposts for gear. Smart, no foreseeable problems there.  Except one of the outposts they hit isn't empty, Lincoln's personality issues are getting worse, food is going missing, and their Rexos is about to hit puberty and apparently that's accompanied by uncontrollable rages. As if that wasn't enough bad news, there seems to be a sentient black hole chasing down Ravil and attempting to eat her. 

But not to worry, Danny's reforming their squad and apparently ranking still flies out in space. No more messing around, things are getting serious. At least seriously screwed up. 

Giveaway Details:

There is a tour wide giveaway! There are ten (10) eBook copies and five (5) print copies of Wastes of Space (Book One). There are five (5) eBook copies and five (5) print copies of Wastes Away (Book Two) and also five (5) eBook copies and five (5) print copies of Waste Not, Want Not (Book Three). The eBooks are International. The print books are US and Canada only!

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Beware the Dybbuk ~ Part Seven

 

Beware the Dybbuk

By Robin Renee Ray

Part Seven

Mike gathered his three siblings in the main family room, doing his best to convince them that there was a logical explanation for everything.  He had to hold Cindy for a few minutes to calm her after she broke down over the door not opening. Then he had to calm Sam down when he took a chair and tried to break out one of the windows in the foyer. “You all just need to calm down and let me think for a minute. It’s an old house and maybe the door just gets stuck.”

          “And the window, Mike?” Sam spoke loud as he picked up the chair and threw it again, bouncing it off the window. “Son of a bitch.”

          “Would you stop for a second,” Mike grabbed him by his shoulders. “You’re freaking out the girls and right now I need you to be strong, not only for them, but for me. I can’t figure this out on my own, little bro…I need your help.”

          Sam looked over at Cindy who was crying and Gabby who was holding her with tears beginning to fill her eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset them more, but Mike, I’m really scared.”

          “I know, and to be a little honest, so am I. But it’s up to you and me to take care of them,” Mike whispered, then pulled Sam into his embrace. “We can get through this as long as we keep our heads.”

          “What are we going to do Mike?” Gabby kissed Cindy on the cheek and then got up and walked over to her brothers. “It’s getting late and even if we could get that door open, it’s storming so badly there is no way we can walk out of here.”

          “I say we try the back door and then take off even if it is storming,” Sam added.

          “I agree that we need to find a way out, if for nothing else but to calm Cindy down, but walking out of here would be hell.”

          Mike helped Cindy to her feet and held her close while they made their way down the hall to the kitchen. He nodded at Sam to try the back door, but just like the front it wouldn’t budge. The lights flickered and the house was once again bathed in darkness, except for the glow that was coming from the fireplace. The basement door began to shake causing the four siblings to back into the counter, all grabbing a hold of the other. It stopped suddenly and then opened a few inches.

          “I wanna go home,” Cindy cried out.

          “No way in hell am I going down there,” Sam said as he slid in behind Mike.

          “It was just the wind from the storm,” Mike spoke as he started making his way to the hall door. “Just stay close to me and we will stay by the fire until morning.”

          “Would you stop saying that everything that is happening is either from the storm or has a logical reason behind it. Mike, there is something going on in here that isn’t even close to being normal,” Gabby said as they walked down the hall.

          “Die!” a deep, harsh voice yelled causing both girls to scream and take off running down the hall.

          “If that’s you Grey, I’m going to kick the shit out of you,” Mike yelled back.

          The flower vase on the moon shaped table in the hall slammed into the wall, inches from Mike’s head. Gabby turned and ran back to the boys who were getting up off the ground. It was then that they heard Cindy scream, and then fall silent. The boys were up and running for the foyer, but Cindy was nowhere to be seen.

          “Cindy!” Gabby yelled and then darted for the staircase with Mike grabbing her.

          “She wouldn’t have time to go up, we would have seen her,” he said turning her to look at him. Then he lowered his voice, “I think that Grey is behind this.”
          “We have to find her Mike.”

          “I know and we will, but we have to stay together or…” he paused. “This freak could get his hands on you as well.”

          Sam started unpacking one of the boxes that had Mike’s name on it. He threw the items in the box behind him until her found what he was looking for. When he lifted out the blades that Mike had packed, he turned and tossed one to his older brother. “Let’s find Cindy then kill that sorry piece of shit.”

~ῲ~

          Harold Grey had seen his opportunity when the oldest sister took off back down the hall, leaving the smaller of the two standing by the family room entrance. He grabbed her from behind, placing his hand over her mouth and dragged her to the secret panel at the back of the room. Once he had her on the other side he turned her around and hit her full out in the face with his fist knocking her unconscious.      

          After dragging Cindy through the long passage and down into the little hidden area by the basement, he tied her up and then duct taped her mouth. He then walked over and lovingly ran his hand over the wooden chest. “Yes, I know what to do.” He spoke out loud as if speaking to someone else in the dark room. “I will make them pay for trying to take my home and afterwards, you can have their souls.”
          A long slash appeared on the side of his face and he yelled out, dropping to his knees. Blood began to pour from the open wound as another appeared on the other side of his face. Harold’s head went back then he collapsed on the floor. “I swear I’ll do what you want, just stop…please stop.”

          “Control the boy and the others will do as we say,” a deep, harsh voice hissed in Harold’s ear.

~ῲ~

          It was hard for Mike to help calm his sister, she was all but hysterical. Doors kept slamming on the second floor and the air smelt just like the place where they’d found the wooden chest. They all gathered around the fireplace with no clue that there was a secret passage just a few feet behind them.

          “What if it’s not that creepy guy, what if there really is a Dybbuk and we let it out when we opened that door? It smells just like it did down there.”

          “Sam, there is no such thing…”

          “What if he’s right?” Gabby interrupted.

          “For real, Mike. How could one person keep slamming those doors, or how did he throw that chair and vase?”

          “I agree that something isn’t right, but you cannot blame it on a tale that dad told you. He was just trying to make you mind.”

          “I just want to find Cindy and get the hell out of here,” Gabby said and as soon as the words left her mouth an evil laugh filled the silence.

          Mike stood up, “What do you want?”

          “Your blood,” the same deep voice replied.

To be continued…

    

Mystic Monday's

 

 

Hi All,

Well I had kicked around a few ideas this weekend about what to write about. I was thinking of getting into contracts and records but I'll save that for when I finish some research I'm doing.

Today we are going to get into protection and how to protect yourself. Why? Because I'm running into more people who tell me they are experiencing some kind of abilities coming out. The energy of the planet is shifting and as it does more of us adults are gaining abilities we never thought we had, when in reality we've always had them.

So here is some advice: If you are having abilities come out, get together with some likeminded people and learn as much as you can. Take classes at your local metaphysical store or holistic business. Read everything and anything that interests you. Second, do not do any ghost hunting or work on other people until you figure it out your ability and you learn how to shield yourself. If you are opening up to abilities and you're not sure how to use them and you go out ghost hunting or trying to work on people, your light is going to shine brighter and crap is going to be attracted to you. In turn that crap comes home with you and then you have problems getting it to leave.

Do you ever feel drained during your day? Like your energy is zapped and you can't figure out why? We're not talking lack of caffeine. It's people sucking your energy. When we interact with people throughout our day, we send out cords and they too send out cords that attach to us, our auras can touch and mesh which shares energy. These energy shares need to be minimized or cut off so that your energy stays yours. To do this you need to cut those cords and get rid of them. You can do this yourself or have Arc Angel Michael come down and do it for you.

To do this yourself, I bundle cords at the chakras to the front first, starting at my head and going all the way down to my feet. Start at the back of your head and pull your hands around to the front of your forehead like you are making a ponytail. Then at your throat, your heart, your belly, all the way down. Then when you get to your feet bundle front to back all the way up. Stretch your arms up over your head and bend your hands at the wrist so your fingers touch forming a "knife". Breath in through your nose and hold the intent to release all cords as you forcefully blow out through your mouth as you bring your hands down over the front of your body cutting all the cords and then again at the back all the way down to your feet. When you are done step out of the circle of cords at your feet and walk away. Mother Earth will take the cords and recycle their energy.

Calling on Arch Angel Michael. Very easy—just ask. “Arch Angel Michael, please come down with your flaming sword and cut all energy cords to my front, then to my back, to my left, to my right, above and below me. Thank you.”

Stones can protect your energy. You can wear them in jewelry or just carry them in your pockets. Dark colored stones such as Apache Tear and Onyx are great protectors. Hematite is also a good one. You can purchase hematite rings for a dollar or two, to wear for protections. I was told when the ring cracks it did so protecting you so thank it and replace it. You can bury it outside to give it back to Mother Earth with blessings.

Sponges. I've heard of people carrying a small sponge in their pocket. You program the sponge with the intent to catch all the negative energy that comes at you. At night when you get home you need to clean the sponge by running it under water. Now I've also heard tales of that hurting the plumbing in the house so I suggest taking it outside and pouring water on it or smudging it.

Mirror necklaces. Some holistic stores will sell tiny mirrors on a necklace. The idea is if you are wearing the mirror, the mirror will reflect back harmful energy to the sender.

White light. You can bubble just about anything with protective white light. White light is the most powerful as it is from the source of the universe. You can bubble your house at night with protective white light, your car when you are driving and make the bubble as big as you want to cushion your car. You can bubble your kids, animals and yourself to protect you from lower energy or negative energy. You can also use different colors for different things you want. But that's another blog. : )

To clear your house you can get into meditation and then see a small bubble of white light in the middle of your home. Then grow the light and have it push out all energy that vibrates low. Keep growing the bubble until it pushes out of your home and now your home is in the bubble. Then give the bubble the intent to protect the house.

Using herbs such as sage and lavender or Palo Santo wood can also help you release energy that is tied to you. Smudging will clear your aura and help release any unwanted energy.

There are many ways to keep your energy clear and healthy. Practice and experiment to find the right way for you.

This week Friday I will be at Q's in Mosinee, WI doing readings from 12:30pm to 4ish. I will also be checking in with Club Forest in Plover, WI that night as the team— Stevens Point Paranormal Club will be investigating there.

  Happy Thanksgiving!

Blessings All,

Wendy

Wendy Jackson

Intuitive Healer/Reiki Master

www.intuitivewendy.com