| Magical Power I attended a
workshop by a Mexican
trainer of "magical power" near Mississauga (Canada). The trainer was dark, short and slim, yet
his skin was grayer than I expected for someone who claimed to live in a
desert. He said he would teach us how to use Toltec magic and
that he would demonstrate how to build magical power during the weekend.
Since I retired, my hobby of "ghost stories"
has opened many strange doors that I wish I had looked through
when I was younger. If esoteric agencies and ghosts existed, I reasoned, then the
next step was to find ways of banishing the more troublesome ones. Hence Toltec Magical Power seemed like an interesting way to spend a
weekend. It certainly beat a demonstration of divination using Ouija
boards and tarot cards that I had been invited to. That old spiritualism
stuff is really slow.
I had read and enjoyed the books of Carlos
Castaneda. (Castaneda portrays himself as an ultimate slow
student and his teacher, Don Juan Matus as an ultimate wise guru
in the shape of a Mexican sorcerer.) This
man introduced himself as a member of a "parallel lineage" to
Castaneda, and promptly demanded complete control during the workshop. I
thought that maybe the guy's mind was still in Mexico, but I decided to
stay and I agreed to his rules.
Not everybody stayed. One couple argued with him briefly
and left, declaring that this was a workshop about building power - and
they were not giving their power away. I silently applauded them.
The first day was a series of meditations and
movements to "open body
power points". It was interesting, but similar to other methods which
I already knew (a common problem for workshop junkies). At the
end of the day, the teacher asked for permission to visit our bodies as we slept that night; in the same way that his teacher had
done for him. Nobody challenged this - sometimes we Canadians
can be too trusting. Or maybe nobody believed him.
Crazy Dreams
The next morning started with chaos. Three women
accused the trainer of "mental abuse". This became a yelling
contest and two of the women asked for their money back. The lady who
organized the workshop quickly stepped in and took charge - she was a GOOD
mediator - in a few minutes we were a class again, with the
angry women willing to work through their discomfort during the day.
I knew one of the angry women, Mary, fairly well.
We had met at a few similar meetings. She is generally a dynamo,
interested in everything and willing to try anything. She is also
good-looking. We chatted during a break, and I daringly asked if
she was attracted to the teacher. But no, she thought that he had a
disagreeable personality and that his skin looked sick. She
suspected that he had no real "personal power" - until she
awoke from her horrible dreams.
For most of my adult life I worked as a psychotherapist,
and I remain a good listener. Most people can relax with me and talk about
what's on their mind without fear of criticism or ridicule - especially
if the topic involves ghosts. Mary said that "mental rape" wasn't
the half of it. It was
more like deviant sexual humiliation. But she was willing to call it a
"crazy dream" until further notice.
The rest of the workshop was OK. We learned some
body movements - almost dances - that were supposed to collect power from
earth energy fields. The earth energies, once collected, could be stored in
the body and could later be used, with intent, to change things. The teacher
said that our collected power might fade at night, and told us how to
recharge our magical power in the morning. He mentioned (in response to
a question) that spirits
of people could also be "captured and stored" - but that he
wouldn't teach us how to do that. We finished the workshop listening to
Mexican songs.
Mary phoned me later that week. She said that
she could not sleep without re-experiencing the trainer's presence - and
that she was exhausted by her dreams and her body sensations. Her descriptions
were similar to people who who live in haunted houses. I reasoned that if
people could be haunted by dead spirits - perhaps they could be haunted by
living spirits. Or maybe it was some wild transference. But I was curious if
the trainer could deliberately leave some of
his "self" or "energy" in or close to other human beings.
Or perhaps the trainer
could steal a person's "energy". Or both. Or something else.
Mary said that she was afraid to sleep, and that she had set
an alarm clock to awaken her every fifteen minutes to avoid
deep sleep. She added that her skin was starting to look gray - like the trainer.
After a week or so, she phoned again, then came to my
home. She directly asked me to help her. I replied that I
was no longer practicing psychotherapy, but that I could refer her to a younger colleague.
"No", she said, "not that help. I want real help -
magical help".
I sighed deeply, thought about it, and sighed again. "I'm
not a magician", Mary", I said, "I'm a hobbyist, and I like checking
out ghost stories. I only... ".
I think I'm haunted!
She smiled thinly and interrupted, "That's right - and
that's why I ask. I think I'm haunted".
Well. I felt trapped by my own words. I wrote a
short disclaimer and asked her to sign it - that if I ask her some questions
- that any answers that she might make or actions that she might take were
her own responsibility, and that this was free, with no payment
received or expected. It was rubbish, legally, but I felt flustered,
and writing it helped me organize my thoughts.
At my suggestion, we went to a local park, and sat by a statue
of some war hero. (Everybody knows the statue,
but nobody knows who he was - so much for passing fame). I wanted the sounds of
nature around. Although the loudest noise was from passing traffic, a few
birds assisted and mingled with the laughter of children in the play
area.
I followed some steps that I use to check haunted
houses, to help Mary see and identify what was affecting her. She
tensed and started to tremble. I held her hand and repeated "I am
with you".
Mary found what she called a nest of snakes centered on her
lower back. On examination, these snakes were not snake-like - more like
moving hollow tentacles that could attach to things and suck. They seemed to
bring some form of energy into her body. I asked her to locate the center -
and suddenly she whimpered. "Omygod!",
she moaned, "it really happened".
She said that maybe the workshop had actually "worked" and
that maybe the trainer had done what he said he would do - what she had
agreed to. She could now "steal energy" (her words) and store it in her body
- in her womb. She said that since the workshop she had felt uncomfortably connected to
the trainer "through" her womb, hence a feeling that she had been raped.
We explored more. One of her "snakes" was longer,
darker and thicker than the
others, and Mary said that it could stretch to infinity. But it seemed to "blow"
energy rather than "suck". We followed the connection - to the Spanish
trainer. He seemed to have a similar but larger nest of snakes; except that his "snakes"
seemed to
all connect to people, of which Mary was only one. His snakes centered on his abdomen, not his
lower back. Mary said that his "snakes"
looked more like pulsing umbilical cords. And he also had a had a larger, darker
connection that appeared to send the energy to some other person...
This was horrific. If at all true, then people could indeed
be "energy collectors". People could gather energy during the day, and
send the collected energy to someone else, at night, while they slept. And
they could "recruit" others in a sort of esoteric multi-level marketing
pyramid.
My muscles tensed. I stopped and carefully checked myself
- could I be another collector? It seemed not. I can only guess why Mary and
not me. Was I too old? The wrong sex? Not compliant enough? Not enough
energy? I relaxed and we moved on to the important question - how could we remove her
psychic snake nest?
Solutions
The most difficult part of psychotherapy
is making
a diagnosis that explains all the symptoms. After that, remedial
work is often straightforward. Mary and I tried some therapeutic and magical techniques without
success, and we arranged to meet again the next day.
During meditation that evening, I found a solution. I could
deliberately send something - a LOT of something -
through the connection to the trainer, during the day when it would
be unexpected. We did this when we met the next day - and it worked!
Mary's primary umbilicus-like tentacle
disintegrated, and the "collector" tentacles faded away.
(I have since learned more efficient and elegant methods
of diagnosis, esoteric healing and spiritual coaching which were derived in part from
native Hawaiian shamanism. This source is Soulwork systemic coaching
and I recommend it to people who enjoy exploring separate realities and altered states.)
On completion - Mary was shocked but could relax. Two days later
she phoned to thank me and to say that she slept peacefully for a long time. She asked
if she could call me again if "those horrible things return". She didn't
phone, and we met a few months later at an evening
talk. She said that it was all like a nearly-forgotten dream.
Here are links to a few of my other cases:
[ Dead People ] [
Haunted House ] [ Curses ] [
Ghosts ] [ Demon
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