Because of yet another note from someone telling me I deal with demons (WRONG) and am risking eternal damnation, I thought I would address it. When I channel or work as a medium, I always call in protection first. To be honest, my angels and guides know when I’m about to work and show up anyway, but I feel better making it official. The one time I’ve had an issue, I wasn’t doing my spiritual work. It took an Apache medicine man to remove a being from my energy field that should not have been there. I had picked it up from a mentally unbalanced coworker by accident after spending some time with her. She’d accidentally opened a “door” to beings NOT of the light. I deal strictly with quality spirits. I read a book years ago by a psychic medium (blanking on who) where she went into a bar one night to ask for directions. She wasn’t a drinker, so she normally never went into bars. Anyway, she could clairvoyantly see lots of lost souls (not evolved beings) jumping into and out of the drunk people. When you are drunk, it lowers your vibration and makes it very easy for any spirit…good or not…to pop in.
I have indeed had spirit activity in my condo. I’ve had a lot of knocking, things falling (although there COULD be a 3D explanation for that), and heard some voices lately. A couple of days ago, I heard a male sounding voice say, “BRRRRR” at 5:19 a.m. Yes, I should smudge and clear my condo again, but Ted…or whoever…seems kind of funny. He definitely is not scary. If you know anything of the Santa Fe area (high elevation and dry) our temperatures at night tend to get the coldest around 4 – 5 a.m. So, this was fitting. I had windows open and a ceiling fan running. Although I think that’s what the voice was referring to, I’m a little concerned that it’s a soul stuck between dimensions where he feels cold…and needs help moving on. So, I’m going to check.
More than once lately, in the middle of the night, I’ve felt a presence and took off my eye mask to look…fully expecting to see the spirit of one of my parents. They are getting up there in age, so you never know. Last night, I had it happen again, and I could swear I saw this little robot looking being about 3 feet tall, walking quickly toward my bed. It felt alien, but for some reason didn’t scare me and I just laid back and fell back to sleep. Normally, if I saw an extraterrestrial scrambling toward me, I’d be a little concerned, but…nope. Ha!