Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Journey 82 - More on Friend's Dark Mass/Runnymede

8/12/04: A journey to delve further into the Dark Mass attached to my friend, and discover the connection thereof to a town called Runnymede from the Civil War era. After the usual preparations, I was off. I immediately found myself in a low-grass field, in the process of being covered over by a deep, black mist. My Lower World Guide, Crosses in Front (Snake) arrived, and she was also as black as I have seen her. She told me, “come, we have solemn work to do.” This was certainly the direst beginning to any of my Journeys! We found the small Tunnel entrance ringed in fire, and as we descended, I found numerous light-blue-energy Civil War era soldier-Spirits sitting at random on both sides of the Tunnel as we went. They did not seem to know anything had changed, and acted and sat as if still ready for the next battle. As we emerged from the Tunnel Exit, we were in a large field that also contained many small encampments, with fires burning and combatants sitting. We came toward a solitary figure sitting on a Stone Person, hunched over. He was totally black..only his eyes reflected any light. I approached him, and Snake wrapped herself around my right leg for my protection. I told him who I was and why I had come..I asked if he were the entity currently attached to my friend. Nodding in the affirmative, he reached out and grabbed both my hands, and suddenly I was in a well-kept, rural house, in the late morning. A small family was there, engaged in their ordinary tasks, when two cannonballs, one after another, came crashing through the top part of the house. Large support beams immediately fell onto the wife and child, killing them. A man (whom I’m sure is the Dark Being I’m speaking with) ran out of the house and toward a soldier riding away on horseback. The man was of course losing ground, and as he ran was struck from behind and killed. As he awoke, now a Spirit, he looked back at could see the Spirits of his Wife and Child wandering away from the house, calling for him. “Horatio..Father!” But he could not seem to get to them. I was then informed that the person who had shot the cannon was a distant relation to my friend's husband’s family of that era. We were then back on the field, and the Man was silent. I asked him why he had attached himself to my friend, not her husband. He told me he had found her through the husband, for she reminded him of his lost Wife..smart, energetic, funny, pretty. He was clinging opportunistically in sorrow, and meant no harm. I then told him that it was within my ability and purview to release both him and all those with him from this Spiritual stasis. I then called in Eagle, my Power Animal, who swooped in and was trailing thick layers of rainbow colored Energy from his wings. He swooped over the entire field, through the Tunnel, and over the man, dusting all with the Essence. The man’s last action was to look at me with a tear falling and say thank you. And then, the area was cleansed of all these Spirits. The ground issued forth small plants with tiny white petals, and these extended back into the Tunnel. I also sent Eagle to soar through my friend’s house, over her and her husband, releasing them from any final attachments involving this connection to Runnymede. I then asked if we could assign my friend a Power Animal, a Spirit Being that would protect her and give her the Energies needed to heal and to live well. Immediately volunteering was the Ground Hog (usually one has to go through several Animals before the right one appears). I saw him very happily working beside my friend as she worked the land in a garden, proving he was indeed her PA. Snake, Eagle and I then sat and watched as the Moon set over the distant horizon. While still primarily yellow, her Face was marked with millions of tiny rainbow facets, giving her a glow of great beauty. Suddenly, flying across her face came a winged Horse, traditionally view as a Spirit Messenger, who flew toward us and stopped before me. In his mouth was a large, pink Flower, which I took. He said it was a gift of gratitude from the man..these flowers had been growing in front of the house that was hit by cannon fire. The Horse flew away. The three of us then watched the Moon set a bit more, then came back up the Tunnel. While rifles and remnants of small fires were still there, the Spirits were gone. The field was now clear of mist, the Tunnel Entrance, while still black, saw fire out. Since the Drum was still sounding, I enjoyed the company of my Helpers in quiet, asking them to heal and cleanse me..something I like to do often when there is still time in a Journey. I also went back to the scene where the man had just died, and sensed his last name was Agman. There is of course no Google reference to an obscure gent from 150 years ago.. I then, with no further actions to perform, cut the Journey a bit short and returned to the Room to ground.

I was told when letting my friend's hear of the above results that the husband's ancestors had taken spoils of war during the Civil War. This was no doubt the cause for the invasion of the Wife.

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