At 11:00 PM the phone
rang. Business hours for my healing sessions were long done for the
day, yet I had a nudge to accept the call.
A man on the other
end of the line, was extremely agitated, and I knew instantly that he was
in the middle of a psychic attack. "My name is Max, and I'm in big
trouble!", he said. "I have been fighting her for days, and I haven't
had any sleep!". "Is this Whitneay?...Do you think you can you help
me?"
His voice trembled,
as he explained his situation to me. "I am in my parents home, here
in North Carolina. They're not
here. She started coming at me, 3 days ago. She's a pretty little
thing, just about 16 or so.
She looks like something out of the 18th century, long hair, long old fashioned
dress."
Max was a 35 year old
carpenter, with psychic abilities. He had a black belt in Kung Fu,
but he had no way to defend himself against the psychic attack of this
ghostly entity. He said, "Even though I am small at 5'2", I don't have
any trouble taking care of myself in a fight. But, this? I just don't
know what to do!"
I asked him, if he
had eaten anything, or had something to drink. He was physically
in bad shape, nervous, shaking, and weak. His voice trembled from
fear and exhaustion, as we spoke. I wanted him to eat, and drink something.
We were heading into battle, and I wanted his physical energy up for the
events to come. I asked him, "Do you have anything in the house to
eat or drink Max?."
"I have some wine around
here some place, and I can make a chicken sandwich." So, off he went
to the kitchen, while I remained on the portable phone...........In the
background, I can hear him, as he is walking around the house, heading
to the kitchen, talking, to the ghost. He is talking to the entity,
and telling 'her' to "stay away from me!". Max, is accompanied by
his dog Dusty, a reddish
Irish Setter, who loyally stays by him, during the entire attack.
By now, Max is in the
kitchen eating, talking, and I can hear his energy raising from the food,
and also, well, relaxing from the wine. It is now time to go to work,
and remove this resident entity, before she moves into the real estate
of Max's consciousness, permanently. A 'Resident Entity' is a ghost,
that it trying to take over the consciousness of another Soul, who would
then be the host for them. It was clear from what I was hearing that
this entity was trying to establish a permanent residence in Max, something
that I was not going to allow.
Max continues to repeat
to me in his North Carolina drawl, "She's a pretty little thing, not even
5 feet tall!"..."Such a pretty little thing...."
"Oh, God! She's doing
it again!....Stop it!!! Ugh! I can hear Max screaming, and the sounds
of him wrenching, as she psychically runs through him. "Max, are you there!
How many times has she done that to you! Are you OK?" I was yelling at
Max, as if he was 100 feet away.
Inwardly, I can see
he is doubled over in pain, as he rebounds from her attack. Each
time she passes through his body, she weakens him more. This is how
she is getting control over him.
"I'm OK, Whitneay."
"That was a bad one!
Man, that was a bad one!"
"She's such a pretty
little thing, I don't get why she wants to hurt me..."
By now, I am feeling
more is going on here, than what we are both 'seeing'. By now, it
is midnight, and the normal methods of entity removal that I have tried,
have not worked. I'm getting worried, but I don't tell Max that.
Methods of entity removal that I usually use, take only minutes.
They have all failed.
All of the other entities
I did battle with, with the help of the Masters, were cleared easily.
This entity should have been gone in a few minutes time, an hour Max for
their removal, and clearing their energy, but 'she' was still here!
I don't tell Max, that he is in trouble. I am trying to help him
to relax during the whole process, I want to relax too, so I am asking
him to relax more, because I am feeling his experience. I start working
on showing Max a little about psychic protection and how to use the Holy
Name of God. I tell him how to use the God Word HU (pronounced like Hugh),
and how to use this word for psychic protection. We are singing HU
together on the phone, and I am talking to him about how to protect himself,
and about shielding. Max tells me that he could kick her butt, if
she was real, but he feels so helpless to protect himself now.
The Masters are showing
me his home, and the entity that he is fighting. He was right, she
looks very 18th century, with a long dress on, about 16 years old or so.
Long hair, pretty, accept for one thing, the eyes, the eyes are black,
and empty. The eyes, are not human. Max almost feels sorry
for her for some reason. I want him to loose this pity for her, and
I tell him to look into her eyes. He does, and he also sees the black,
vacant look, that I saw. This helps him to loose sympathy for her.
Max is a kind person, but this is not the place for it. He must not
have any feelings for the entity, so that it can be removed.
The Masters are telling
me to look deeper into the situation, and I know now, that Max is being
taught during the session, about psychic protection. Finally, I understand.
Max is being trained in psychic protection, and this was why the removal
was taking so long.
Max tells me, that
he was psychic as a child and that this girl, was not his first attacker.
He said, as a child, he had a 'boy' that used to 'run through his body',
and use this same form of psychic attack. As a child, he was brutally
beaten by this entity 'boy', and suffered greatly. Eventually, it
left him. Now, he had another one. From what he has described
of his childhood, Max has never known peace.
Max was a gifted psychic,
and had the 'inner site', although he did not use his gifts professionally.
Even as a child, he told me, he could easily see the entities around him,
and those that attacked him.
12:30 AM, I'm
tired, but intent on helping Max. I will not leave his side, to this
monster.
"Look around Max.
The Masters say there is something else there. Do you 'see' anything
else?".... Max pauses.
"Yeah, a dark shadow
in the corner, very tall, about 8 feet tall, I guess", he says.
"Concentrate Max,...look
deeper, what does the dark shadow look like..."
"Horns, like a vikings
helmet, tall, very tall, with horns, a man I think, but with horns."
Now, I get it, and
I also see 'It'. Max has 2 attackers, the tall, horned, creature,
is running the young girl, and she is really a slave.
It is time for real
battle.
I ask the Masters,
if Max can have some Swordsmen assigned to help him, and they say 'Yes'.
I ask Them how many
he can have. 'Three.'
"Please apply," I
say, and the Swordsmen materialize in front of Max.
These Swordsmen are
a very special group of Divine Protectors. They are God's warriors. Their
duty is to protect the children of God. They will lay down their
life for those that they are assigned to. They will lay down their
life for God. They are usually Masters in their own right.
They are God men, and warriors.
The Swordsmen are standing
patiently in front of Max. I ask Max, what they look like.
He says they all look like monks, all 3 have shaved heads, with white short
toga type dress. Yes, and swords, large curved swords, very bright,
and shinning. I start asking Max to ask them questions, working through
him to communicate to his helpers.
"Are you here to serve
Max?" I ask.
Max is being
blown away by all of this, and they nod their heads
'yes', before he can ask them.
"How come they know
what you are asking? Max asks with a strong, puzzled tone."
They are psychic,
and can 'hear' me", I answer.
By now, everyone is
out in Max's garage. The dog Dusty, Max, the 'girl', the 'viking',
with the 3 Swordsmen, and yes, I am able to 'see' all of this going on,
from my home in Salem, Oregon, over 3,000 miles away.
Max is doing pretty
good for someone who has been up for 3 days. But, it is time to go
to work, and to remove the 2 entities.
I address the Swordsmen,
"Clear and remove, take them to their proper place, whatever it takes!"
This means exactly that, and includes annihilation of the entities, if
needed.
In a flash, the entities
are gone, and no longer in the garage with Max, Dusty, and myself.
The Swordsmen are back, after clearing the entities, and standing in front
of us again. I Tell Max to ask them to clear and search the rest
of the house. They nod their heads before Max can ask them.
All 3 leave the garage, and go into the main house, one goes upstairs,
and I hear something going on, then silence from there. One goes
into the main living area, one into the kitchen. Then, tall 3 come
back to the garage. Dusty is on the
cement floor resting. He is exhausted. Max, and I are feeling
how late it is, and Max is
slurring his words
a little, and he is starting to feel how tired he really is. In Oregon
its about 1:30 AM by now.
OK, it is time for
Max and me to check the house. I ask Max to take the 3 Swordsmen
assigned to him, and to go check out the house. Max still has the
portable phone with him, and all of us are checking out the house.
Nothing upstairs, nothing in the other bedrooms, living room is fine, kitchen
is OK too.
Now, the Masters ask
me to ask Max a question, who is barely standing at this point, so exhausted
from the trial of the 3 day attack. "Max, ask the Swordsmen, if they can
be assigned to you for life, in case this happens again to you."
Before Max can ask
them, they nod their heads 'Yes'.
"Max, ask the Swordsmen,
if they can teach you about psychic attract protection, so that you can
do what they do, for yourself, if you need to, and maybe to help others...."
Again, before Max
utters a word, they nod 'Yes'.
"I'm not saying anything,
and they are answering you", Max says, a bit frustrated.
"OK. Thank Them
Max, for saving your life, and protecting you. Thank the Swordsmen
from the bottom of your heart, for their help." I tell him.
"Oh...that's easy,
Whitneay, I am so grateful for the help. Thank you so much, all of
you. You saved me. Thank you so much!"
I told Max at this
point, that he was being taught during the attack, and that is what this
experience was for, so he could learn to protect himself, and others in
the future. He understood, though now, he was needing sleep, and
yes, so was I. I told him to go to sleep for a day or 2, to catch
up. He agreed to get some rest.
A week later, a letter
from Max showed up from North Carolina. It was a note along with
a a check for $75. I
chuckled. I didn't charge Max much, because he was working part time,
at the time of his
phone call. It was OK. It gave me a little more training in
my spiritual healing methods, and it also gave me a chance to serve.
One month later; the
phone rings, and it's Max on the line.
"Hi, Whitneay!
I just had to call!" Max sounded really happy.
"How are you Max,
how are things going in North Carolina?" I asked.
"Well, its sure quiet
around here. No more 'visitors'. The Swordsmen are still here.
They're showing me
how to protect myself, and they are only around, when I ask for them."
"Cool, Max.
I am so glad that things worked out for you."
"Well, I just wanted
to make sure that you got my check OK." He says.
"Yeah, I got it a
few weeks ago. Thanks Max."
"I have to thank you
Whitneay. I can't tell you how important your help was to me.
It was like living in hell, and now its like living in Heaven."
"Thanks Max.
It helps me to know that We can make a difference. Is it OK if I
tell others, about your story? It was quite an experience."
"Yeah, just don't
use my real name...OK?"
"Sure. No problem".
END.
