I’m Not Accepting This, Mom! Illustrates a client's depression
lifting during a hot dialogue with her
deceased mother Dad’s Grace
Describes healing of physical body and emotion through the loving
reassurance of a client's deceased father Turning On The
else fails do a L.I.T.E.treatment!
Clearings Satan Goes To
… Describes the
healing of a client's spiritual belief and remission of decades
Dissociative Disorder The Spook On The Wall
the removal of a client's "voices" that caused eight
years of ongoing
psychiatric hospitalization for
Depressed (DD) is a middle-aged woman, overwhelmed with feelings that all
who loveher are dying.A growing sense of emptiness was enveloping her spirit, and she was
afraid of the reoccurrence of a severe depression.
need to talk with my mother.” DD repeatedly stated.Until her recent death, Mom had consistently supplied guidance and
strength during difficult times.Now this innocent child was left with manyresponsibilities and few answers.DD wanted to pray for dying Little Sister, but felt disconnected
from God.The therapist
suggested that a L.I.T.E.treatmentmight help DD return to that deep place of quiet where God will hear
The second session was the
reported deep relaxation and commun- ication with her mother.Mom was explaining that it was in Little Sister’s best interest
to die.DD argued she
needed Little Sister more than Mom.DD
was describing a rather heated discussion, not unlike conversations during
dialogue went on for some- time.The
connection was reported as fading in and out.
you want to reconnect with your Mom?” the therapist asked softly.
DD answered with a strong, deliberate voice and fire in hereyes, “I’m not accepting this so easily.She’s going to have to do a lot of convincing.”
bit more energyto her Brow Chakra and DD was back in contact.Telepathically, Mom and the therapist were chatting about DD’s
need forcourage in managing
these losses, as energy was being pumped into the Confidence Chakra.
something strange happened.A
portion of Mom separated from her body and directed itself down DD’s
Crown Chakra and remained there.
therapist was dumbfounded, but before a question could be formulated,
was literally “going to be there for her (DD).”It seemed plausible, so the therapist stopped trying to understand
and went back to mindlessly pumping energy.It was time to close the Treatment.
contrast to severe lethargic and hopeless expression prior to the L.I.T.E.treatment,DD had erect posture, flushed
cheeks and lightening in her
eyes.There was power in her
speech, match- ed by her gait as shesprung
to her feet stating, “She has not heard the last from me.We (Mother and I) will be talking.”
Woman (AW) presented with pronounced physical and emotional agitation.Her mother was ill, and that potential death generated too much
anxiety for AW.AW’s body
had been deteriorating since the death of her Dad many years ago.Large muscle groups were knotted and unresponsive to medical
taking her history, it was clear that her self-confidence had been rooted
in Dad.The impending loss of
Mom would leave her alone, generating too much apprehension.It was believed that a L.I.T.E.treatment,
focused upon Dad’s death scene, might neutralize its ang- uished meaning
and fortify her self-concept.Unhooking
from Dad’s loss would propel movement toward her internal resources.It was explained that due to the long-standing nature of her issues
and unremitting physical distress, relief would take at least two L.I.T.E.treatments.During the first Treatment, AW reported muscles unknotting, but
little change in the deathbed scene. Within minutes of starting the second Treatment, there was a
complaint about the specific body part, which others have indicated as an opening to
contact Dearly Departeds.She was getting very agitated when the therapist’s internal voice
reported, “Exorcism,” and that word began blinking in large, capital
block letters in his right eye.He had been pumping energy into her heart and something was
bursting out.AW was
reporting terrible pain.
at her heart, there was a large presence, but not a resistant or negative
energy.In less than five
minutes, it was over and she was deeply relaxed.AW reported that she had a secret known to only one other person,
which she then shared with the therapist.AW was afraid that it would cost her the love of her family.
hear my father,” AW reported, “he’s saying that the family will
always love me, that I should not be afraid.”
At follow-up two weeks later, the therapist was reduced to tears of
bliss.AW had shared her
secret with two close friends and had identified the next two people on
her list.She reported how
light her mind and body is feeling since the L.I.T.E.treatment.She demonstrated her head’s ability to rotate 90 degrees, placing
her chin over either shoulder.She
had used her electrical muscle-relaxation (TENS) unit only a day and a
half in the prior two weeks in contrast to pre-Treatment daily use.
AW had been holding onto Dad for emotional security and he had
remained in her body.When
she was freed from her fear of aloneness, he released to pursue his
spiritual evolution and her body returned to health.
Grieving Son had been referred by his physician for acute,
unremitting depression over his mother’s death, which had occurred
several months earlier.He had
never lived outside of his birth home, unlike his siblings.He was a simple, monosyllabic man, who seemed ill equipped for the
world’s stiff challenges.Mom
had always been there for him.The
depth of his depres- sion was severe, despite the prescribed medication.He barely slept or ate, having lost over 25 pounds in the past two
months.The home needed to be
sold, throwing him another overwhelming change.His mourning and isolation was profound, softly expressed in
heart-felt words and unremitting sobs. When there was no apparent change at the fourth session, the
therapist knew something drastic had to stop the deterioration.
"This is not
getting any better."the
therapist said calmly, but declaratively.Grieving Son nodded acquiescently.How could it; there were only marginal support systems.Grieving Son stated that he keeps the lights off because everything
he sees reminds him of Mom.“I
just sit in the dark, trying to fall asleep.The electric bill was $17 last month.”
"We have 30 minutes left.I'd like to try a new technique with you, though it usually
requires preparation, and then a 90-minute session.Want to try it; I'll just be winging it?"The therapist had asked Grand Master Oric for permission prior to
offering it and received His nod. The client focused
on his Mom's
grave, the most painful representation he could identify.In summary, there was a quick tap of energy, strong Oric presence
and then his Mom was silently called into the session by the therapist.Her presence generated a significant and prolonged burst of body
rush.At the end of the thirty
minutes, Grieving Son reported feeling much "lighter and
verbalized that her death was timely, since she had been infirm for
several years and had to crawl up the stairs if she desired to visit her
"It was a
crude attempt, but tell me, was it more or less value than talking?"
the therapist wondered.
he said smiling ear to ear,
"I feel pretty good." At follow-up, he reported reduced symptoms and had worked through
the grieving.He wanted to
focus on social anxiety.He
had begun pleasurable activities abandoned decades earlier.More importantly, he had returned to using the electric lights.
VS, a middle-aged woman, had experienced satanic cult abuse as a
pre-schooler through the end of high school.It left deep emotional scars, including Dissociative Disorder and
feeling abandoned by Christ.This
devout Catholic woman was particularly traumatized due to the one
momentary lapse in her faith during a critical childhood torture
experience.In spite of her
deep spiritual practices and commitment to serve Christ, she feared the
reoccurrence of such a blasph- emous lapse in faith.She also suffered from Dissociative Disorder, which caused sporadic
breaks in reality.
VS wrestled with the
negative energy she labeled as Satan.She experienced what Stanislaus Graf, MD, a noted psychiatrist and
leading National Institute of Mental Health researcher, describes as an exorcism.
After the Treatment, VS elaborated, “Satan can do nothing to me,
and after this, what more can he do?I died; I experienced that, and it was fine.I didn't crack with terror.I
went to the end, and it was OK.I
used to be terrorized that he would get my soul, but I abandoned respons-
ibility to God. I trusted.This
was different than the last experience (initial L.I.T.E.treatment)
where Satan showed me all those horrible scenes of inhumanity, torture,
and horror to children.I
felt responsible since God wasn't there to protect them.But today was different; if God knows all and sees all, then it is
His responsibility to take care of it, not mine.I can trust and believe in that."Her faith in Christ is no longer compromised by self-doubts of
abandoning her belief under pressure.
Grieving Mother had recently begun treatment with this therapist
after eight years of on- going psychiatric hospitalization for
self-inflicted burning and cutting.Such
patients are termed “revolving door” because they repetitively cycle
in and out of the psychiatric unit for their own protection.
Months earlier, the spirit of her deceased child had been extracted
by this therapist, providing her more control over her body.However, destructive “voices” persisted and finally Grieving
Mother was ready for their clearing.It was Summer Solstice, always a dramatic day for the therapist.
was going well.Symbols of
knifes and self-mutilation routinely appeared and disappeared, including
one of Grieving Mother piercing her heart with a huge sword.The Spook on the Wall appeared, and she reported his taunts and
statements regarding his intractable entrenchment.Her Spook was saying that it wouldn’t be found, and it would then
Mother said she sees him riding a train, weaving in and out of her vision.The therapist caught the scene, viewing an oversized, whitish
figure sitting atop an undersized locomotive, similar to the proportions
of a child’s amusement ride.It
was weaving an elaborate pattern of visual hide and seek.There was no intimidation in contrast to prior experiences with
can run, but you can’t hide,” the therapist murmured silently to the
Spook with com- posure and strength as the healing energy was jacked up.“I’m just going to fill you with White Light.”That was an excellent tip from a Source; energy was now
White Light streaming down Grieving Mother’s Crown Chakra, she reported
seeing white flowers on rolling hills and other peaceful, bucolic scenes.
solicitation, Grieving Mother said, “It’s gone, the voices are
Guides confirmed and his body began ringing in confirmation.
From that day forward, Grieving Mother has been without voices and
has not added to her scars.She
is no longer a “revolving door” patient and enjoys telling others
about her uncon- ventional healing.
a thin, young woman who hadn’t eaten or slept in four days.Having heard the first plane crash, she and others were drawn to
the unobstructed picture windows.She
witnessed the approach and impact of the second plane.Only a few blocks away, she stood fixated at the resulting orange
fireball with debris and bodies falling to the ground.Whenever Dolly closed her eyes, this scene would replay “like a
looping video tape” preventing sleeping or eating.She felt unsafe in her apartment and would not venture outside
unless accompanied by a close friend.She could no longer enter the subway.
commonly accepted that most who become incapacitated by trauma are
re-experiencing an earlier, unresolved issue that is becoming unzipped.This “floods” coping mechanisms and generates overload.Such was true for Dolly, as her father had died several years
earlier.He had been “...my
backbone and without him I’m lost.I haven’t been able to go to his grave.I can’t face it.”She
needed to express her issues and establish a sense of trust with the
therapist.This process could
not be hurried in her current fragile state.Feeling pressured for time, the therapist was pleased when she
agreed to a L.I.T.E.treatment.
focused on the orange fireball as the trauma scene to be erased.It caused her frail body to shudder and tears to flow.Within twenty minutes, most of the fireball was gone and the
visualized piles of rubble had become successively white, puffy,
cylindrical clouds, drifting in a bright blue sky.The image of the trauma scene had been neutralized.She saw a bright orange ball, but this one looked “like the sun,
setting to the West.”
Twin Towers trauma material was resolved, but there was the residual issue
of Dad and the grave she could not visit.The therapist asked if she would like to more comfortably manage
her feelings about the cemetery.The
L.I.T.E.treatment was applied.Within ten minutes, she had transformed the dreaded cemetery scene
into Dolly placing flowers on Dad’s grave in a composed, loving way.
during the cemetery work, she bolted upright in alarm, asking why a plane
was flying so close.The
therapist responded that no planes were flying, that the noise was part of
the stored trauma material leaving her memory.
was time to finish and install an affirmation, which earlier had been
designed as, “I am strong.”She
modified it at installation to, “Strong I am.”
As Dolly stood up, she began twisting at the hips, pivoting around and bending
both forward and back.The
therapist elected not to address it, but knew she was flexing hernewly formed backbone, which formerly had been her Dad. Dolly
walked to the picture window facing the fallen Towers.Pulling a corner of the curtain to the side, she longingly peered
outward to the twisted, vertical, steel girders that remained of the
frame standing up there, is that what’s left?” Dolly asked
tentatively, staring with a fixed gaze for the third minute.I silently acknowledged her healing, since the prior counselor had
unsuccessfully tried to have her face this fearsome scene.
don’t know, Dolly, I can’t see well, but probably so.” The therapist
“It is. I know it is, but I can look at it now.It’s so horrible, but I can look at it.I’ll be O.K. We’ll all be O.K., but it’s horrible.”Dolly was somber and soft-spoken.She turned away from the window after a few more minutes.
your Dad?” the therapist asked, wondering what more resolution is
required on that issue.
think I can go there now; I can face it; I’m strong enough.” Dolly
added, her voice projecting with increasing vitality.
were closing our work with instructions for installing her affirmation
when Jayna knocked on the door.Intuitively
the therapist knew another trauma victim was in need. The timing was
grim expression indicated a serious situation.Her drained voice uttered one sentence, “This man wants to know
more about a Treatment, and you know I can’t really explain it.”That’s all that needed to be stated regarding her assessment of
the severity of his condition.Jayna
is a very competent clinician, who has been doing “death and dying”
work for more than two decades.The
solemnity in her voice indicated her client required hospitalization.
her room, a slim male frame seemed swallowed by a well-cushioned Naugahide
armchair.His hunched posture
accentuated a handsome, but hauntingly sad face, which appeared to have
not smiled in years.
introducing the therapist, Jayna supplied the second sentence of our
encounter.“Matt and I
have been talking for ninety minutes.He hasn’t eaten or slept for several days.He was visiting friends at the World Trade Center, having breakfast
in the cafeteria.After
evacuating the building and standing outside, he saw the second plane hit
and can’t get the scenes out of his mind.I told him you might be able to help with that.”
therapist softly reassured him that one Treatment had just been
successfully completed and he was next if he wished.When reassured that the therapist does all the work, he raised his
head in slow motion, looking up for the first time to establish eye
communication stated that there was not one ounce of energy he could
laboriously shuffling over to the therapist’s office, Matt nestled into
a similar, over- stuffed armchair.He
was informed, like the earlier client, that a devastating reaction to a
crisis usually occurs due to earlier, unresolved trauma. “It
would be my pleasure to extract that as well,” the therapist added
softly and casually, like a car salesman throwing in three years of free
oil changes to close the deal.Matt
mentioned a horrible experience at the hands of a male relative, which
turned out to be on-going trauma throughout his youth.The therapist commented on Matt’s sad demeanor and questioned his
frequency of smiling.Matt’s
face strained as he tried to elevate his head for eye contact.It rose halfway with fatigued closed eyes, before it began shaking
negatively, confirming the assess- ment.Exhausted, this man in his 20s slumped back into the depths of the
close to Matt, his bittersweet breath broadcasted a state of starvation.Without a successful L.I.T.E.treatment, Matthew would require
therapist had total confidence in the projected outcome.The only question was how quickly it would occur.Matt relaxed easily. Vivid, entertaining colors appeared to this
sleep-deprived human wreck.The
fireball of the second plane’s explosion appeared and was extinguished
within ten minutes.Other,
more horrible details also quickly vanished from his memory.
crumbling building and its huge pile of waste replaced the frightening
unspecified details that triggered Matt’s collapse.In a few more minutes that too disappeared and was replaced by a
green park scene.The
therapist silently noted that the prior patient also visual- ized the park.(It is not uncommon for consecutive patients to see similar
park scene evolved into the construction of an “ultra-modern”
skyscraper.With the initial
trauma material neutralized according to rating scales, the therapist
shifted to the trauma material regarding the male relative.That on-going abuse had severely damaged his self- image.In fifteen minutes, the worst of those experiences was no longer in
memory and no vision of this man could be evoked.
Treatment was completed in less than an hour.However,
so much goo was being extracted, the therapist wouldn’t stop.Another five minutes of cleaning caused him to report seeing a
smiling face.The therapist
asked if he could recognize whose it was.
ventured a guess, “Maybe it’s mine.”
five minutes of cleaning and he reported himself “cold.” “Would
you like my jacket?” the therapist volunteered. “I can just drape it
“No,” Matt said, “it’s cold out on the street.”The therapist actually knew what he was talking about, since the
dashboard had earlier informed the therapist that he was out-of-body.It’s not uncommon for clients to journey, sometimes to exotic
Matt was well cleaned of goo and had fully transformed both the Twin Towers and
the abuse traumas. That was confirmed when he, like the earlier client,
reported a glowing sun framing the horizon with the newly constructed Twin
Towers scene in the foreground.The
therapist silently marveled at the similarity of the two reprocessed
scenes.Both had replaced the
orange fireball with a warm, glowing sunset, although Matt finished with a
building, where Dolly had a park.
the L.I.T.E.treatmenttakes about five minutes.When
the therapist stated it was finished, Matt sprung up with surprising
energy from the depths of the chair.He
was smiling, and then began using spread palms to fiddle with his head. “My
head feels split, like it’s not together,” he blurted out in awe,
fingers of both hands spread open upon his face, like a chiropractor
preparing to establish proper alignment.
the confidence of a country barber spying a cowlick and the theatrical
intonation of a carnival barker, the therapist guided him back into the
chair via sweeping hand motions and comic voice inflection, “Oh, no
problem Matt; sit right back down in the chair so I can fix that.”This had happened with a couple other clients about a year ago, and
the intuitive solution, fortunately, was simple!The problem was caused by an incomplete return of his astral body
therapist, a casual guy, is now paying more attention to such details.)
therapist, using his right forefinger like a laser-powered scalpel, made
an incision in the protective sheath just established over Matt’s head.(That covering, part of the closing ritual of a L.I.T.E.treatment,
the rebalanced Chakras and cleansed energy bodies from negative forces.)A visual glance opened his Crown Chakra, an optimal place for such work.With cupped
hands held at a 45-degree angle to the top of his head, the remainder of
Matt’s essence was guided into his body.The repair took thirty seconds.
that?” the therapist asked confidently, having already noted the
confirmed results on his dashboard.
second smile blossomed upon Matt's face, reversing frown lines caused by
years of alcohol and self-hate. “Yeah,
that’s good, that’s real good,” Matt repeated with elation as his
hands checked and reconfirmed the structure and smile upon his face.”
"I am a good person, deserving of love.”Such was the installed Affirmation that would help direct his newly
spent a couple minutes in animated conversation about his future and the
many positive opportunities awaiting him.
continue that the September 11th tragedy and American
way-of-life be repaired as quickly and easily as Dolly’s backbone and
This experience occurred with the same patient described in
“Exorcism III: The Vibration of Love.”In that situation, the spirit of Grieving Mother’s deceased child
had been “controlling my life” for eight years, consistent with the
duration of her psychiatric disorder of self-mutilation (cutting and
burning), necessitating unceasing psychiatric hospitalizations.Grieving Mother had found significant, if not total, relief from
that Treatment, as measured by no further mention of that deceased child
directing conscious thoughts.However,
problems of a different nature were continuing.
Several weeks ago, she appeared for a routine session.She was virtually non- communicative, sitting on the waiting room
bench and silently muttering incomprehensible syllables. Her foot was
shaking as fast as a dog’s tail, and she was unable to make eye contact.She needed to be physically guided into the office.The dissociation slowly reduced, and she stated that
self-destructive thoughts had been building all week. Grieving
Mother stated, “The voices are in control and want me to hurt myself, and
this (dissociation) is my only way to block them.”There was terror in her eyes.It
was time to investigate the source of the voices.The therapist asked if he could do a short Treatment to both relax
her and better understand the nature of the voices.She understood and granted permission.
therapist had her focus on the voices, and her body tightened
dramatically, including postural rigidity and faster, shallower breathing.She needed to hold onto the therapist “for grounding,” and his
left hand was clenched painfully by her powerful, terrorized grip.There was no time to set up music, but he had the presence of mind
to perform a silent Prayer of Protection.After she relaxed, there was a tightening again as she described
is this white shadow that has human shape, but no face or sexuality.It is the voice.It’s
sitting on a wall.It’s
making nasty remarks about you, that you can’t touch him.Its right arm is several times longer than its body, and it’s
saying that it has plenty of tricks up its sleeve.”Grieving Mother was able to speak clearly and didn’t seem
distressed by this report.The
therapist asked if she wanted to get rid of that figure, noting that there
was 15 minutes left in the session.The
spook was also visible to the therapist, who heard from his Guides that it
attached to Grieving Mother during her many hospital stays with her
“No,” that it was part of her and that she didn’t want to change.The therapist said that was OK and started closing her down.
body started tensing, and dissociation began.She was physically wrestling with pain and anguish.She stated herself to be filled with rage and needed help to
contain it, or she would start destroying things.She slithered off the chair onto the floor, twisting violently, a
struggle only she could comprehend.The
therapist had to physically restrain her as she fought to contain her
“demons” and eased her back to consciousness through a previously
practiced grounding exercise.It
was clear that marginal control would not permit safe driving, which was
the cause of her prior hospitalization during a visit to the medicating
was sobbing uncontrollably, recognizing her helplessness despite valiant
attempts to get healthy.She
apologized, saying that she tries so hard, in part a plea for compassion.The therapist has always taken a hard stance about the critical
need for her to do the therapeutic homework, “...since I am only the
coach.”That concept was
initially a struggle for her, having had many years of traditional,
undemanding psychotherapy, but Grieving Mother had accepted that she was
the agent of change.Now, the
therapist was reversing his position, saying that much of the healing was
her job, but in the case of the voices, “I will take responsibility for
that, when you are ready to let go.”She seemed relieved.For
the first time in a 30-year career, the therapist had to call an ambulance
to take her to the psychiatric unit she knew all too well.She stayed almost a week.
therapist was wondering when the opportunity would emerge for that
exorcism.The Solar Solstice
was scheduled for about
on June 20.Interesting and
most unusual, session after session was canceled or rescheduled. His day
was quite relaxing, which was enjoyable since he was reveling in the
energy of the day’s astronomical event.He even thought about Grieving Mother and what a beautiful day it
would be for a Treatment.At
the phone rang and Grieving Mother told him she was out of control and
needed to be seen.She
was afraid to drive home due to dissociation.He was solidly booked until
but stated that time would be fine.Smiling
inside and out, the therapist’s head shook with the awareness of how
beautifully the Universe takes care of everything.The
appointment didn’t show up either, so more energy was absorbed as he vibrated with
expectation.The day had
already taken on mystical proportions with this bizarre pattern of
cancellations in combination with Summer Solstice, which is usually June
Mother was on the bench and fairly frozen, but able to talk about
searching the park for lit cigarette butts for self-mutilation.This quieted down and we discussed the Spook on the Wall, which
earlier she had stated was important to hold onto.She didn’t remember that decis- ion of a couple of weeks earlier
and now was ready to get rid of it and the voices it represented.She had no memory of the last Treatment, which is typical for
ther- apist called home to prepare Jayna for a delayed arrival, and Grieving
Mother called her husband.
therapist made no reference to the term “exorcism.”It is a useful label for him but rife with too many bizarre and
frightening associations for others. Thinking back on other exper-
the therapist warned her, “When it’s over, it won’t be pretty.”He was reflecting on the departing entity’s choking behavior of
two prior exorcisms.Frankly,
he didn’t see exorcism as a concept until he read a description by Stan
Grof, M.D. who stated it as the scariest event of his life.This occurred during LSD psychotherapy of an unresponsive patient
at the National Institute of Mental Health, where he was the lead
researcher on alternative psychotherapy.These nasty spirits can be rough and generate superhuman power, so
the therapist went to his briefcase to get Mace for backup.While there, he remembered Amma’s vibuti (sacred ash) and decided
it would be helpful.
some to his tongue and Third Eye, the therapist invited Grieving Mother to
dip her finger in and apply some to her tongue.Without identifying what it was, he suggested that it would be good
for her and might make the Treatment easier.The clock indicated
, pretty close to the Solar Solstice he had heard about on TV that
morning.He again wondered why
it wasn’t the 21st, attributing it to a calendar shift. The
Treatment went well.Archetypes
of swords and self-mutilation routinely appeared and disappeared,
including one of Grieving Mother piercing her heart with a huge sword, a
fright- ening picture she had never seen before.The Spook on the Wall appeared, and she reported his taunts and
statements regarding his intractable entrenchment.The therapist’s energy was incred- ible - deep, bilateral vibrations
that were holding steady.His
visual dashboard was registering fullest of power: Black Square, five-pointed violet star, portraits of his familiar inorganic
companions, and the circle with cross and the Shakti circle in its center.He was blasting at her Chakras, and Grieving Mother was
experiencing alternate relief and tension as layers were being cleansed.
the Spook was not gone, according to his senses and guides, even after 10
consecutive minutes of relief.Spook was saying that
he wouldn’t be found and then he disappeared.The therapist couldn’t detect the Spook’s energy. Besides, he
assumed it would exit with a choking and strangling vengeance to the
patient, as previously witnessed with two others.Grieving Mother said she sees him riding a train, weaving in and
out of her vision.The
therapist caught the scene, seeing an oversized, whitish figure sitting
atop an undersized locomotive, similar to the proportions of a child’s
amusement ride.It was weaving
an elaborate pattern of visual hide- and-seek.The therapist felt no intimidation in contrast to prior experiences
with other entities.
can run, but you can’t hide,” the therapist murmured to himself with
composure and strength as he increased the power.He knew it was still there.Body
rushing, the dashboard indicated a new power symbol.At the bottom left corner of his right eye, there were four
squares, each with one line leading toward the center.He considered that a new power source was being tapped, perhaps
related to Apollo, whom he suspected is replacing
as his next teacher.
OK,” the therapist comforted the patient and then paraphrased
instructions just given to him (which he had never before shared with
clients), “I’m just going to fill you with White Light.”That was an excellent tip from his Source; energy was now
turbocharged as he silently called upon Shiva-Shakti.That enhanced power megafold.(This was in significant contrast to an event 20 minutes earlier
when the patient asked if she could help in any way.The therapist suggested a silent prayer, and she stated she has no religion.Power dropped for a few minutes before re-establishing its
White Light streaming down her Crown Chakra, she reported seeing white
flowers on rolling hills and other peaceful, bucolic scenes.
therapist sensed that the Spook had vacated, but didn’t register a
specific time.More- over, there
was no strangulation or choking, so he was wary. He directed Grieving
Mother to visualize certain scenes that typically generate dissociation.She reported anxiety, but it was manageable.He began lateral EMDR to escalate distress, but her response was
Grieving Mother said, “It’s gone. The Voices are gone.”The therapist’s Guides confirmed and his body began ringing in
the closing, Grieving Mother asked what had occurred.He said it wasn’t important right now to be specific, but we
would talk about it later.It
was She again stated that the
Voices were gone and wanted to know what the therapist thought.
agree with you, but would feel more confident had there been problems at
the end.Re- member, I said it
would be ugly.Usually there
is choking and there wasn’t any, which surprises me.The vibuti may have helped; I do remember hearing that it would
protect your body.”The
felt safe to drive and was quite lucid.
called the next morning, night, and following morning.All calls described an increased sense of well-being, energy, and
clarity, supported by feedback from others.The next session was filled with anger about eight years of
debilitating illness, which no therapist had adequately managed.He responded that it was her good fortune that she had met a freak
is now 10 days later, and she had stopped all medications, an action that
the psychiatrist and the therapist had taken strong stands against.It had to be clarified that just because the Voices were gone, it
didn’t mean that neurotic aspects of her personality were well
demonstrated more control, medication would be less required.