In the early stages of writing Hunter, a friend with two highly telepathic children, Q, age ten, and T, age three, reached out.
“For the last week, I’ve been woken by a voice that says it’s coming for her {Q},” Brenda’s text read. “I wake up in full terror. I check all the doors, both kids, and can’t fall back to sleep. T has developed an irrational fear of the dark almost overnight. He insists he does not like the ‘scary people downstairs,’ and that I need to tell them to leave.
“This morning, he crawled into bed with me, snuggled underneath my body, and then turned and said clearly, ‘You can’t get me now. My mom is not scared of you.’
“Q has been asking to sleep with a knife and says they {the scouts and/or hunters} started showing up at school and came home with her when they realized T is “sweeter” than she is.”
Readers, as I stated in the blog, Hunter, I’m really out of my realm here. Again, I deal with spiritual Beings who are pure light, energies that want to heal, not harm. When I asked these energies how I could help the littles, they responded by stating the children need to visualize their essence (telepathic abilities) locked inside an impenetrable vault. I relayed the information and then took it a step further by infusing their home with a powerful Reiki symbol. The next day, I received this:
“I went to lay T down. He said, ‘I see the symbol.’ I asked him what the symbol is for, ‘To keep me safe.’ I told him yes, Melissa put that there to help you.”
Brenda hadn’t told him about our conversation.
Two nights later, I energetically tuned in to their home. I saw that the two scouts had left, but the larger, smarter one was in their backyard. I sensed that it was waiting for Momma to let her guard down, and it was willing to be patient for the tasty “prize.” Shuddering, I reinforced the protective/defensive symbol covering their home.
“Last night, as I walked past the patio window,” Brenda said the next morning, “Something in the darkness pressed against my awareness – a feeling more than a form. It was a sensation that taunted the edges of my mind, snarling its challenge, I can get in if you fuck it up.
“I had T in my arms when this hit me. His little body was warm against my chest, his breath soft and steady. That was enough to pull me back into myself. Instead of answering the feeling or feeding it with fear, I reached for the blinds, closing them with one hand and said, ‘I am so thankful for this powerful Reiki force field.’
“The moment I did this, the entity seemed to bristle – upset, almost – but I didn’t give it anything else to latch on to.”
Again, a few days later, T woke screaming, “The monster is back, Momma!” Brenda did what she could to calm him, including looking under his bed, in the closet, and everywhere in between, all the while gently reassuring him that he was protected. After hours of holding him, T said, “Mom, I’m still scared.” Same, buddy. Same, she thought.
When her morning text arrived, I replied that I’d work on a solution immediately and let her know she wasn’t going insane. Closing my eyes, I saw him surrounded by diffused white light. Wearing shorty pajamas and holding a small blanket, his tiny hand formed the universal “stop” gesture. I watched cartoon-like telepathic waves emanate from his head toward the dark, monster-hiding outer periphery. I was shown that T can use his telepathy to repel these entities and, with a little experience, can hurt them. Badly.
No wonder these asshats want him.
With that, I heard the word, candles and took that to mean these beasts didn’t like candlelight. It turns out I was half right, something baby T would later rectify.
I instructed Brenda to get candles; battery-operated tea lights were fine. She is to place them in each room, but most specifically in the small window above the dining table. That window gives an unobstructed view of their living area, and the Hunter often watches. This particular candle, I intuited, must remain on at all times for at least a week.
Then, I asked Momma to tell T to visualize a light in the center of his forehead. I telepathically sent him the same message and infused his blanket with a protective Reiki symbol.
My thoughts turned to Q. I found it interesting that she was sleeping soundly even though she was almost as “sweet” as her brother. Checking on her, she no longer seemed frightened; in fact, quite the opposite. Her energy both amazed and amused me. I burst out laughing at her pre-teen, hands-on-hips, “don’t mess with me” attitude. Brenda confirmed that Q adopted an “ignore them, and they’ll leave you alone” stance. Total badass!
Later that day, when Brenda picked up T from daycare, the very first thing he said was, “I need candles.” Because, as he explained, “Those monsters are afraid of fire.”
Once home, Brenda set out the tealights and let T place them wherever he wanted, and he did so with delight. The next morning, after sleeping through the night in his own bed, he came upstairs and proudly announced, “I didn’t see any monsters. They are afraid of my fire.”
It was then that Brenda asked how he even knew about the candles. He shrugged, as if this was all very routine, and said, “Melissa told me while I was napping.” He added, “I have a fire between my eyes,” tapping his forehead, “and she put magic in my blanket.”
Anyone else goosebumpy?
Be sure to read the backstories! Chosen, Monster, and Hunter.
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