This story is the first in a sequence of four stories.
We were a small group that night: only a
few over a dozen. We normally tried for at least twenty, and, even allowing for
the demands of family, friends, work, and life, that was mostly achievable. But
not tonight.
We were crowded into Dan’s living room when
our leader, Casz - Carey, strode in, and announced “Gavin’s got an early birthday
celebration for his middle daughter, Mae’s got a work deadline, and Ash’s still
interstate.”
She was greeted with indifference: our two
healers continued giving Reiki to anyone who wanted, our Artificer, Sarah,
continued tending to her crystals and other magickal items, and about three
people raised an eyebrow slightly - one twitched both brows up. Tara had a
monobrow (and was proud of it and the heritage that gave it to her), but
we counted each half separately, and none of it had moved anyway.
“Good.”
She smiled, and said briefing would be in
five minutes, or after she had a cuppa, whichever took longer.
My Triangle comprised myself, obviously,
and my friends Sharlot and Tony. We had finished our personal prep (meditation
for Sharlot, music for Tony, and breathing for me), and were chatting,
getting into the vibe of each other when Casz strolled back in, drinking a tea
that had a seemingly impossible number of rosehip tea bags squeezed into her
cup. She leaned against the doorframe, getting a sense of how everyone was.
As Casz's cuppa neared eat-through-the-bottom-of-the-cup
strength, she strode to the mantelpiece, turned, and said “OK, people, listen
up”.
The healers wound down their work and
closed their patients’ auras, and everyone settled, focused on our Lieutenant.
“We’re doing a sweep of the next block over
tonight, but in three, maybe four, stages.
“First stage: while Tara’s Triangle does
recon, Kelly’s, Greg’s, and Con’s triangles will do protection. Graham: I want
your team to help Artificer Sarah. Healers on standby.
“Second stage: we sweep anything negative
from the block. There might be a third stage, depending on where the links take
us, and fourth will be the usual mop up.”
I’m Kelly, by the way - and I’m ranked as a
Corporal in our little organisation.
Casz’d made a good call with Graham: he was
unsettled, and his Triangle wasn’t likely to be at full efficiency. We
suspected his aunt’s cancer might have returned, but, unless he wanted to talk
about it, we weren’t going to push - not even gently, especially not now.
Maybe later - quietly, gently, if he was
open to talking.
Sharlot, Tony and I started our
synchronisation: breathe and visualise to get key chakras on a similar
frequency, then connecting the chakras using our favourite senses - colours for
me, sound for Tony, and scent for Sharlot. After a few minutes we felt
connected - we weren’t “one”, we maintained our individuality, as that let us
draw on the unique strengths of our characters and our friendships.
But we could act as one on the astral,
or whatever level of reality we were going to be on tonight.
And we could do that with our eyes open, as
we had been trained to do - for some of the time, at least.
I felt someone kneel beside me, and slowly
opened my eyes, fiercely keeping my astral focus where it should be. It was
Bill - Casz’s favourite, who would be our Sergeant tonight.
“OK, Kel.” He was the only person I let
call me that. “I’ve drawn protection duty tonight. For this first stage, we
want you to focus on Earth energies, and anything that tries to come in from
lower frequency realms.”
“Got it, Sarge” I replied. “Earth and
etheric.”
He nodded and withdrew.
I sent a thought to Sharlot and Tony, and
felt their understanding flow back.
We’d done this plenty of times before, and,
through lots of trials, knew what worked best for us.
First off, we activated the chakra located
in the base of our auras, a little below our feet, and connected those to each
other. Then we each generated an energy from those chakras. I saw them as colours,
so, to me, Sharlot projected purple, Tony blue, and I green; Tony equated to it
as a C chord, and Sharlot described it in terms of a recipe.
We wove a fine net - a psychic shield -
with the energies, and visualised it below the floor, acting as a filter for
any negative or disharmonious energies.
Of course, when I say “negative”, that’s a
bit of a shorthand for a concept we had spent months dissecting during our
training - and we had also learned that energies that were simply incompatible
- disharmonious - were more likely to be a problem than what people called
“evil”, which was something else entirely.
But we didn’t want the distraction of the
irritatingly annoying, any more than the grumpy, cranky, or vaguely malicious,
let alone anything that was directed and intentionally harmful.
Once we had the net-shield in place, we
extended antennae into the earth, and started to sense the influences about us.
Before I got too far into that, however, I
opened my eyes, looked Bill’s way and found his steady gaze coming back my way,
and he nodded. He knew where we were at, so I closed my eyes, and dove back in.
The house had a bit of a history, and some
of it included shoddy building: we built a solid barrier around the residue of
an old night soil station in the backyard, tied in to the magnificent trees in
the front and back yards, and extended the filter down from the boundaries -
where we called on Yinepu, known to most by the Greek name Anubis, to guard our
boundary and the ways from the Underworld.
We could feels four streams of energy
coming through - three through the Earth herself, and one through the etheric.
The etheric flow came from a pub two blocks
away, and what little was good was lost in the chaotic jangle of uninhibited
desperation, frustration, and anger: nothing much to do with that other than
direct it deeper, and let Mother Earth herself transform and recycle the
energies.
Two of the earth energies were beneficial -
one from a nearby stream that hadn’t been altered too much, and the other from
a local park on a hill. We welcomed those with gratitude.
The third came from a leyline that had been
cut by a recent construction project. We checked, and found one of our healers
could start work on that, including patching up a re-routing of the disrupted
flow.
I was about to check how the other teams
were going, when I heard Bill quietly say “Corporal”.
I kept my eyes closed, and listened.
“Hold at where you’re at for now, we’re
dealing with some problems in the astral - with the help of Sarah’s toys.
Should be ready to proceed soon.”
I nodded.
We’d all been trained well - we knew and
trusted the abilities of the others in this, our little platoon, and had no
urge to drop our tasks charge vaingloriously over and see if we could “help”.
Tony and I had a mild curiosity - Sharlot was too focused, but we’d be told the
relevant details later.
A few minutes later, Bill was back: Tara’s
team was out searching, and trying to be as undetectable as they could.
Normally, we would extend the protection
around whatever “location” we were working on in the nonphysical realms -
mostly astral, but often etheric of late. That, however, made it impossible to
be what was the astral equivalent of “invisible” - in fact, our protected
sphere could be quite a distraction in and of itself.
So, for now, we kept going with our work.
After a couple of minutes we could sense entities trying to come in - nothing
too strong, nothing too malicious, so we redirected them into Mother Earth -
except one, who was an earthbound human, one who thought he had to stay in the
earth until the neochristian resurrection: it was a moment’s effort to do a
well practised rescue, and he was on his grateful way.
It was always hard to tell how long these
investigations went - it depended on mood as much as anything else, but
tonight’s patrol seemed to be back in less than a quarter of an hour.
We could hear Tara, Casz, and Bill and the
other sergeant conferring, and then felt the energy of consensus.
When Bill came to us, he explained there
were three living people, two men and a woman, who were buried in energies that
were not theirs.
“Kelly: Tara and Greg’s teams are going to
work on the three incarnates with the healers, your and Con’s Triangles are
going to do all the protection. We want you to take on Water as well. We’re
expecting some discarnate earthbound entities in the incarnates’ auras, and
have signs of two external controllers.”
The controllers were a problem: they were
often dead - discarnate - people who just knew they were dead, and were either
angry at that and wanting to get even with the world, or were taking advantage
of being invisible to most incarnate - physically living - people to wreak
revenge, havoc or act out on sadism.
Those entities didn’t want to stop doing
harm, and getting their claws out of other’s could be difficult. It was the
astral equivalent of trying to stop someone on a gun rampage.
We added in the energies of Water to our
protective mix, and readied to split our shield to be present here, around the
physical location of our team, and wherever these entities were on the next
block.
I could feel our energies start to drain,
and then Henrietta was there, doing their (Henrietta was non-binary)
best work to boost our energies without disrupting our work. It only took a
couple of minutes, and we were back to full steam. I sent a thought of thanks
to them for their help, and went back to complete focus on our task.
Tara was good: we could feel her and Greg’s
teams mopping up stray clouds of energy, dissolving psychic links (which
some refer to as “the ties that bind”) with positive energy (which is
actually more than the usual conception of “love”), and - with the aid of Sarah‘s
toys - demolished some negative astral objects (one in the shape of a knife,
one - surprisingly - in the shape of a tampon) that had started out as
thought forms and been fed over several years. Using sounds to help destabilise
those worked particularly well.
They found a couple of earthbound entities
drawn to the conflict of domestic violence: one had been a victim who suicided
and couldn’t break free of the despair, the other a perpetrator who’d died in a
car accident. Once they were gone, the unease and fear and hiding energies lost
a great deal of their strength, and the energies started to break up into
smaller packages that were easier to dissolve, one at a time - again, with “love”.
The work was going well - I thought it was
around 80% done (we all always checked actual percentages, and kept going
until the consensus was 100%) - when we saw a small group of clear and
bright auras coming our way. They had a sense of being incarnates, and paused
nearby - waiting, patiently and politely, not wanting to disrupt our work, but
clearly with something of import.
Casz herself went out on the astral to
greet them, and we all felt the flow of information come back from her.
One of the entities was Brenda, a devotee
of Bast, which also explained why two of the entities were cats; the other was
Kara, an actual Valkyrie. [1]
The main source of the problems afflicting
the block came, they told Casz (it was incredible how much cats could find
out - even on the astral they could be observed but dismissed), from a
particularly disaffected entity - an earthbound entity who had died without the
power he craved, and was using his newfound “invisibility” to build an empire.
They were fairly sure he was, in turn, the
puppet of someone similar, who had been building their energy for far longer.
Casz welcomed them to our work, and we set
to with renewed purpose. We had seen this sort of working result in improved
behaviour, sense of community, and mood in the places we had cleared; this was
now suggesting we could improve the energies around many places.
And we were understrength.
Oh well, at least we had some outside help.
Casz looked over the area we were working -
there! She directed us to focus all our efforts, all our energies, for a
moment, all of us, even those doing protection or healing, to one location in a
swirl of low strength negative energy. When we did, the energy blew away, and
there was the entity we had been told off - hovering, almost like a puppet
master, with links radiating in many directions, links carrying his subtle
messages that warped and controlled the actions of those he influenced.
He started to radiate new links at several
of us, trying to gain control of people and this new threat. Kara swept those
that went towards her and Brenda away with contempt and an astral sword, not
even bothering to call on a shield, while both cats clawed the back of the
figure and then disappeared back to the bubble Brenda had built.
As protectors, our job was to take care of
such threats, and we lassoed them with ropes of rainbow energy, and Sarah thought
to us where a store of small shields were that she had created some time ago.
We shifted those into place around those being threatened - all at the speed of
thought.
In the meantime, Greg had drawn a tree root
of energy from Mother Earth which encircled the entity, and started drawing his
negativity away to be recycled.
The entity created a visualisation of a
sword, an evil thing that radiated nausea, but when he lifted his arm to strike
down at the tree root (it is amazing the physical world thinking that can
limit actions in the astral) Tara’s team brought down a tornado of brilliance,
which wrapped itself around both sword and arm.
Unsettled now, the entity looked up,
startled.
The energy was rapidly draining out, and
the entity was subsiding into an almost childlike petulance as he lost the
reservoir of negativity that had been built up.
As this progressed, Con thought to us all
of a group of entities who were waiting nearby to take this entity to the
astral - one had been a parent in the entity’s most recent life.
That was good: we had all been working
intensely for a while now, and despite the efforts of our healers, would soon
need a rest. Having someone else to do the actual rescue would reduce what we
had to, and make the evening a little less exhausting.
By now the entity was weakened enough not
to keep actively fighting, so Can and my teams started mopping up the
influences from the entity (how many years had he been there?) while
also keeping the protection going.
Multitasking was also a key part of our
training.
Suddenly Brenda pointed, and she and Kara
stood (these physical world descriptions are, you understand, a convenient
ellipsis for a more accurate description) shoulder to shoulder, and
extending their adjoining arms: they extended a weave of indigo light that
vibrated powerfully, and, somehow, outlined a delicate tracery of links going into
the entity - mostly from behind, some into the head, some the sides of his back;
links that had the same nauseating quality of the now long gone sword, but less
obvious.
The controller had been controlled himself.
Brenda called to our healers, who radiated
healing to each of the insertion sites, and Kara wrapped the cords around a
spear, and delicately drew them out, making sure they couldn’t whip around and
find someone else to connect to.
But the links were withering, dying as soon
as whoever was on the other end realised they were were on no further use.
Quickly, one of Brenda’s cats raced along the line of the links, and sent an image
back to her, which she then relayed to us: an image of someone in a 1700s style
British uniform, choleric, angry, petulant about the decline and loss of
empire, and trying to subjugate the world - or at least this nation.
The entity wasn’t anchored to our capital:
he was at the site of the first white settlement, the point where the violent white
invasion of this land had started.
Casz, Bill and the other sergeant joined
Brenda and Kara, and cauterised the links all the way back to the entity. They
were good - very good: the entity would know he had lost a puppet, but not who
had taken the puppet from him.
With that, the entity we were working on collapsed
to a normal, miserable, lost soul - angry, but without the extra energy that
had made the anger a tool of oppression. He reacted with a mix of shame and
hope when his former parent came near, and was lost to our site as they
enfolded him in light.
We, in turn, could now do the same with the
block we were working on. It wasn’t enough to remove the negative energies, you
had to build up a positive counter to it - like healing a trauma. This wasn’t
just our healers’ responsibility, we could all do the basic skills to some
extent, and we all shared in this part of the work.
It helped heal us, as well as the land we
were working on.
Sharlot eased out of our team, and joined
with the other passionate dog lover - Sarah - and set Yinepu to patrolling the
borders of the block.
And with that, it was time to end.
We returned our awarenesses to our various selves,
grounded and centred, and eased off the connections between the chakras, and
all then spent some time making sure we were all ourselves - individuals, with
our own mix of unique characteristics, and free of outside influence or
connections that shouldn’t be.
We stretched and looked at the time - it
had only been a couple of hours. Before we started the supping that would
finish our grounding, Casz spoke up.
“Well, we have our next project. We’ll need
to work on weakening Admiral Angry of course, but when we get to the big
undertaking, Brenda will bring Bast and Kara will bring other Valkyries.”
We looked at each other and sighed. At
least we had snacks now, and a few weeks of everyday life beforehand.
[1] You
can find a story about Brenda and Kara at https://musingsofkayleen.blogspot.com/2015/01/agent-of-bast.html
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