The little girl went to sleep shortly after the Bogeyman had led her to her bedroom and hovered above her as if he were tucking her in. She slept a solid 8 hours without waking up even as the voices outside her bedroom had increased in their pitch before becoming unintelligible murmurs. There were neither dreams nor nightmares to trouble her sleep. She woke up the next day much later than usual and it seemed like the subdued voices of the night before had really picked up a lot. She raced into the hall towards the next room to check the square from where she kissed her mother daily but her mother was nowhere to be seen.
As she approached the square, she could smell the stench of urine mingled with the sickening smell of blood that she would later identify as two types of smells of blood, one from menstruation and the other from cuts in the skin. She tried to look through the square but the maid grabbed her arm and pulled her away. Her mother was whimpering most of the time but would also emit from time to time a terrible wail. The little girl was struck with fear, not from her mother but about what had happened to her mother. She tried to run towards the square again but the maid pulled her harder, tightening her grip on her arm, which would later cause bruises that the maid did not own up to.
The little girl’s heart began to hammer in her ribs and she felt like wailing together with her mother. She wanted to know what had happened and could not understand why those horrible smells emanated from her mother’s room. Her dad usually unlocked the door and accompanied her mother to the bathroom whenever she needed to so she could not understand why there was so much urine in the room. She could feel the Bogeyman forming next to her but she was too distraught to talk to him. She tugged again trying to free herself from the maid’s grip and felt her relax her hold on her. She rushed to the square and peeked through. On the ground, her mother lay whimpering and wailing, blood running from a gash in her head. There was blood all over her mother’s thighs and all the bloods mingled with urine that lay in a puddle in the middle of the room.
The little girl’s heart beat so much faster she felt like it was in her mouth about to come out with the vomit leaving her lips that had turned white. In one corner of the room she had seen her dad who seemed to be opening a box of band aids to put on her mother’s head wound. He also had big wads of cotton and she was not sure whether that was for her mother’s wound as well. On the side of one wall, where the windows were, she could see streaks of blood and bloodied footsteps. It was as if her mother had climbed trying to escape out of the window. Her dad was yelling to the maid that she should not have let her climb and throw herself from the window onto the floor. He seemed cross that the maid did not realise what was happening and had not heard all the ruckus as she was the one who slept closest to the mother’s room. The little girl wondered why her mother had tried to throw herself from the window onto the floor. It made no sense. Why was she doing that?
The Bogeyman turned towards the little girl, slipped his hand into hers and embraced her with the other hand. She felt the cold that had befell her grow stronger. A tight knot was forming in the pit of her stomach and the chill she felt seemed to occupy her whole back, making her shoulderblades stiff and painful.
- Why?, she said. - Your mother is very ill, said the Bogeyman. - I don’t want her to die - She probably won’t - Daddy said that if she causes problems he will take her away - Your daddy will not take her away. He does not know where to leave her - I don’t want mommy to go away. I don’t want mommy to die - This time she has not died but she will do this again. You don’t remember but the same thing happened when you were younger. You might not remember it now but some day you will remember. Your mother wants to die. She does not like being here. She hates the maid and she hates how she is not free to do as she pleases. She hates it here. She might keep doing this until she finally dies.
The little girl started wailing again and her mother echoed with her own wails. The Bogeyman stared from one to the other then wiped the little girl’s tears.
- I will make sure your mommy does not do this again, he offered trying to appease the little girl. - Please don’t let mommy die, the little girl said half whimpering half wailing - I promise you I will watch over both you and your mother - I want to go to bed, I don’t want to see mommy bleeding anymore - I will tuck you in and then watch over mommy. Don’t worry
The Bogeyman took the little girl to her bedroom and watched over her as she slept. He knew what had happened. He had been expecting this to happen again. Everybody else had forgotten but he had been waiting in the shadows for things to worsen and this to happen again. The Bogeyman had always known…
For those of you who have read my blog titled Spiritual progression and Aura report, you would know about the evolution of my aura during the journey of healing I am going through. I had not mentioned in that blog, though, the way I came to the journey of healing. It is something that does not seem probable when you know the life journey I had been upon which was mainly taking care of my family and working in the financial services industry to cater for my family’s needs. Such a life seemed really far away from anything esoteric in nature and definitely away from myself bein g capable to heal others.
Going back in time around 2013, I would like to explain how this journey of healing was brought about on me. Suffice to say that my father was living in an old people’s home in India, had experienced several heart failures and was left with triple vessel block in the arteries around the heart. He had lost usage of his feet so was carried to the toilet and had to also be carried and given a shower. He was unable to eat on his own so was spoon-fed. The director of the home called my sister and myself and asked us to take him home so he could die in peace. The prognostic on his life was at most three weeks. As I was the closest to India, living in Dubai, I volunteered for this undertaking and had him brought to Dubai. During the first week he was with me, I was constantly with him and kept his hands in my hands. I slowly noticed a betterment until he was able to have a shower on his own the first week, able to eat and go to toilet on his own the second week and able to walk about the house by the third week. In less than two months, he was able to walk around the house, around the garden and go up and down the stairs as well as cook himself some foods. It was like a miracle and my father not only survived that year but lives till now in 2023 and is able to walk about and eat on his own.
After that unplanned healing, I went about learning about healing, mainly pranic healing (prana or energy within the Universe – in the sun, on trees, in the Earth, etc) with the GMCKS centre in Dubai. To date, I have healed around 40 people in Dubai and 10 people in the UK and it has been a journey of self-discovery and evolution. From the initial stages of pure pranic healing according to the GMCKS rites to the current stage of healing which is a mix of pranic healing, crystal healing, herb healing, bach remedies healing and what I have coined as frequency healing, I have always been able to discover much of the person I was healing as well as of myself. An important factor of my healing is that it is based on truthfulness and respect and gives forth healing not just to the person I heal but also to me. Time and time again, I have initiated the healing, requesting the help of a number of spiritual allies and ended up with a completely healed person (most of the time) as well as with myself extremely energized. For those that had more difficult ailments though, it took several sessions in order to heal them completely.
When I speak of frequency healing, the idea is to synchronize with the person to heal, to try to guess the frequencies that the person would respond to best and to then choose amongst existing songs or instrumental pieces the ones that would contain the maximum frequencies desired. These would merge with the person’s frequencies and, by resonance, heal them with the blend into new beneficial frequencies, leaving a harmonious body at the end of the blending. Once the best pieces found, the energizing of chakras is followed by playing those pieces while invoking either the God or Goddess avatar to request them to distribute the frequencies evenly within the body of the person. The choice of the God and Goddess avatars would be either from within my field of belief or the person’s field of belief if the frequencies chosen corresponded to that person’s culture. The effect of going through these frequencies as a vector applied to inhaling those frequencies and requesting the help of the God/Goddess avatars, increased manifold the level of my own energy while healing remnants of problems within the person’s body. When the God/Goddess avatars were not from my belief system, it broadened my horizons and left me with a desire to discover not only that person’s belief system but also their culture and language.
From the journey of healing that started in 2013-2014 to today, there has been much progress made and what makes me hopeful is that I know there will be much more progress to make. I am now on the journey of understanding properly the usage of herbs and crystals as well as working more with essential oils and spells, in order to reach a holistic level of healing that will be all encompassing. I know that every move forward will open a new door so that the healing reaches its highest level on Earth and I may dedicate the remainder of my lifetime to learning new ways of healing, such as full Egyptian magic, to incorporate within what I already have and make these ways of healing available to a larger part of the population. So mote it be.
Ancient Egyptian Healing prayer:
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