A Spirit Releasement Story
It takes a special kind of patience and aura to allow a shy and timid person to speak their truth. The truths within us are scary for most but for those who do not let anyone in, it is a hurdle that requires training and skill to jump over.
She shook her head no on the other side of our video conference after I asked her if she had any questions for me. It’s been a month since we last saw each other. A month where it felt like the longest weekend ever as the entire world watched the spread of the coronavirus. The spread was as smooth as warm, melted butter coating every crevice and hole of toasted English muffins. The crevices our countries, the holes our souls.
I noticed how confident Cait felt and looked at me as she informed me of the decrease of the nosebleeds. Nosebleeds that brought her back to her childhood where they started, a monthly occurrence and just like that, gone.
“How does that make you feel?” I asked Cait.
“It’s good,” she giggled and retreated into her shell. From the outside, she looked like a small, timid soul but when I looked at her, all I could see was her animal spirit. The lion inside of her was ready to come out and make itself known, my job was to guide her.
“Um, I have a question, Dao,” she began, “What does it mean if I like making other people feel bad?”
“Can you elaborate on that, Cait?”
“I mean, what if I purposely try to make people angry?”
“Do you mean like you like to trigger people for a reaction?” I asked her.
She nodded her head in agreement but a pang of guilt echoed in the air. There was something inside of her that felt off to me so we continued. As Spirit guided me in assisting Cait to release expectations, misperceptions, and some limiting beliefs, I felt called to have her close her eyes.
We were not going into hypnosis at that moment, just a light trance. Even though I was on the opposite side of the world, I could feel movement in her core, clairsentience.
There was a fire that moved inside of it. As I had her focus on that area of her belly, I could feel a hatred boiling up within her. I snapped my fingers to have her soul leave…