A cool, enjoyable evening...04:35 Sep 24 2012
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The night air is so light, breathing requires no effort at all.
The sounds of the crickets fill me with an even greater sense of peace.
Walking through the room no longer feels like an effort akin to trekking through waist deep water.
As I sit here and listen to Tarja Turunen belt out "Deep Silent Complete", I can only reflect on the events of the past three hours with great wonder...
Tonight, I assisted my older brother with his first candle magik.
To put things in perspective; he has undeniably been under spiritual attack. From the malfunctions of multiple alarm clocks, to his company car suffering several mechanical failures, to more direct approaches, such as near traffic accidents three times in one week, a tree nearly falling on him while at work, as well as unexplained strife and conflict with our parents. There is definitely an outside interloper affecting my brother's life.
He was certain of one person's influence, which I also managed to confirm via an outside party (psychic researcher with the MOPI team) She was able to give me details that my brother had previously confirmed.
However, he also suspected a few other people were attempting to affect and control his life.
Until tonight, we'd had no idea how bad it was. Or who was the strongest of the "round" of suspects.
I taught him a technique of candle magik I like to call "white scrying", essentially visualising the candle as his foe's influence and control over his life, and then destroying said candle in a fire, thereby destroying that person's ability to affect his life.
I sat by and watched, praying with him as he concentrated on his visualisations--his scry, and watched as he crushed the first candle in his hands before hurling it into the fire.
The second went the same, and that candle also fed the fire. Likewise with the third.
Then, when he destroyed the fourth, hurling it into the fire, I saw something completely unexpected...
The fire roared out of the stove unlike anything I've ever experienced (and I've used a lot in that stove: grain alcohol, lamp oil, charcoal light). The flames crackled like someone had dumped left over sparkler dust into the fire. And then abruptly, the flames settled down, as though someone had turned the knob down on a gas range.
Within a moment, the crickets started chattering, and I'd realised I hadn't heard a peep from them for the past hour.
Over the next several minutes, it gradually became easier to breathe: like an unwanted weight being lifted from one's chest.
After we'd discussed these events, and I'd instructed him on what to do next, he left to go home, and I went into my house. At that point, I'd realised the atmosphere in my own house had lightened as well.
At that point, two and two suddenly went together, (here's where I use one of my favourite self-invented wordies) and I epiphanated! Think of all the conflict between my brother and our parents, sometimes my brother and me. Then think of the changing, lightening atmosphere both in and around my house.
Tom's Epiphany=my brother's whole family is under attack. Him, our folks, myself. Four targets, three different locations, one spiritual assault.
And what's more: it wasn't "person #1", as he'd originally suspected. It seems "person #4" is who is causing most of the damage.
Interesting chain of events, yes?
Normally, I have a creative way of ending one of these entries, but not this time; I'm very hungry now, and I'm ready to go "plank" my bed.
COMMENTS
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Isis101
02:45 Sep 30 2012
This horrible day should not be the testament of your entire life.
May tomorrow be a better day.