So, last night, a Lakota medicine man known through a couple friends (familiar to many at my graduate school) came with two helpers and together, after four hours, we prayed and sang and he engaged (ie, battled ) a hostile spirit in our house, and with the help of other spirits (light spirits) we returned the dark spirit living in our house back to the Creator.
The story is too remarkable to be placed here; suffice to say, for now, that the entire time I could barely believe I was witnessing reality unfolding in front if me – that it was actually happening in real life.
And now, though I was always confident in it, it was confirmed that the child I carried those 9 months and now hold in our household is holy. That the work I do is holy. That the world we live in is holy.
Really, I get choked up recollecting the details of the events. It makes it all – the last 18 months – such an incredible story. Our entire lives, the world at large, really.
We have a couple tests coming up for Adahlia- an echo of her heart, an ultrasound of her kidneys, lab work tomorrow with a possible blood transfusion on Friday, if her numbers are low. My CT scan indicates a collapsed renal tube (ureter) but the contrast dye had not sufficiently spread to indicate much more than that. A scope is indicated. Surgery in early May, to place stents to keep the ureters open, is indicated.
But we shall see. We are still taking the herbal formulas that we tested positive for, and I am still giving myself (and receiving from others) acu and moxa treatments. I will continue giving adahlia shonishin and moxa. I believe that now the force sucking our strength and muddling our clarity is gone, we will be able to build up our vitality, clear out the stagnation and blockages in us that have arisen from a lack of flow, and we will return to health.
The spirit in our house, well, he had his story, too, and it story was tragic. His grief had turned to rage, with a desire to hurt others, and naturally, also, a fear of returning back to God. But those layers were peeled away, the illusion of evil stripped to reveal a broken hearted man, and he has been taken back, by light, to light. We pray for mercy and compassion for him. We thank God and the angelic spirits still surrounding us for their guidance, protection, and the mystery of our roles here on earth.
Amazing. Blessed. Intense. Beautiful. Mind blowing. Miraculous. Experience.
The only thing is that we are renting this place, and we don’t intend to live here much longer.
Was it a wasted expenditure?
Heck no. Not if you consider that poor man’s soul.
Dear landlord, this house is clean.