It was the guiding wisdom of Blue Feather which encouraged my own natural and raw power to develop into the skills of a soul rescuer. Joan and I would sit together and Blue Feather would channel through her body to the point where Joan’s personality would totally disappear and Blue Feather would transform her features and voice into his own. In these times, he would talk about his life in the spirit world, about his family and wife; he would explain how he had incarnated as a shaman not only in the Americas but also in Africa, and as a result of a friendship made in that life his minder was a powerful African called Chumba.
Slowly I was realizing the various levels within the spirit realms and how they could penetrate the physical. I understood the guidance and spiritual protection needed when rescuing spirits. These soul rescuers from the other side of life are usually referred to as ‘guides’, as they can guide the earthbound spirits to a suitable place to heal, convalesce and forget who they were and remember who they really are within the spirit realms. Later in my life, I discovered how the support and guidance from the spirit world help considerably in offsetting the physical reaction to soul rescue, and gained the ability to cleanse a home or place of an entity without the need to be so physically attacked.
My first experience as an assistant soul rescuer came one day when I was invited to visit a house with a poltergeist. When we arrived it was a dull and rainy day. Thunder was coming from the direction of Heathrow airport, close by. The owner of the house did not believe in ghosts, but she was at her wit’s end. She had had the house blessed by the local priest but the phenomena had not gone away. In fact the presence of the vicar had stirred up the spirit and the phenomena were getting worse.
When we arrived Joan began to recite the Lord’s Prayer. This was her method of calling in the spirit and cleansing the space of negative energy. When the poltergeist began its assault, first a glass flew across the room and smashed against the wall. Then it turned its attack on Joan. As she was being protected by her guides, the effect on her was minimal. I was the unprotected sitting duck. Suddenly I felt a wind rush around my feet as if it were trying to knock me over. I stood my ground and then, with no other knowledge to call on, said some prayers. The next moment, I was rocking from side to side, assaulted by an invisible force which began to ride my back. This attack seemed to go on for some time. I attempted to throw the attacker off, but I couldn’t do it. Then it slowly dawned on me that the spirit attacking me was stuck in or holding on to my electromagnetic field. He couldn’t get out, so, like a fly trapped by a spider, he wriggled and jiggled until eventually all went quiet and I felt him slither to the floor.
Joan stopped praying and peace was restored. The poltergeist, which turned out to be an angry earthbound spirit, was taken away by the guides to a place of correction within the spirit worlds.
I was shocked and battered by my experience. Unable to talk, I collapsed onto the sofa, but after a few minutes, and a glass of cold water, I felt myself again. I had survived my first attack by a spirit and had discovered that I had the power to control the impulse of an entity, however angry.
I had been initiated into soul rescue.
The soul who has passed from a physical state and human consciousness into a parallel world soon leaves behind its relationship with the physical world. The earthbound spirit is one which has not been able to move beyond its habitat, attitudes, environment or status, and so it remains, often disenchanted, angry and even pompous. In many cases this is the reason why the spirit is earthbound in the first place.
There are disembodied spirits who wish only evil to befall the living, who wish to cause them harm or who just become a nuisance. They enjoy cruelty and play psychological games with the minds of the living through haunting and ‘riding’ the backs of their living descendants. I realized I needed to have more experience and knowledge of how to deal with the more malevolent spirits, including unruly ancestral family entities. My work as a soul rescuer began moving away from the Spiritualists and their concept of life after death to the more universal understanding of shamanism and esoteric teachings.
In the past I have been called a ‘ghost therapist’, which I have taken as a compliment, as I can see how appropriate this term actually is. The skill of the soul rescuer lies in trying to convince the disembodied visitor of three things: first, that they are physically dead; secondly, that they can choose where to go; thirdly, that safe passage can be arranged to their chosen destiny, either to their ancestors or to other realms within the spirit kingdoms. Once you have helped the spirit to adjust to a spiritual dimension, its dependence on physical attachments soon diminishes.
The soul rescuer is also often referred to as a ‘walker between worlds’, a person who has one foot in this world and the other in an altered dimension. The soul rescuer’s path is to travel beyond time and space into a dimension understood only by those initiated to reach into encounters with their own death. They must be able to meet the demons and horrors which haunt them and learn through these experiences that once the darkness is behind us, all there is is light, God and freedom.
THE INNOCENT PSYCHIC
NATALIA’S STORY
As a child I never believed that the dead were really dead. Even when my father expressed his own reluctance to believe in life after death I knew instinctively that there was an afterlife for the soul.
When I was 13 my belief was strengthened when a schoolfriend of mine was killed by a car. In the weeks before she died we had become especially close, travelling home on the bus together and visiting each other’s homes. The night before she died she came to me in a dream to say that she was going and we would not see her again. I did not understand what she meant until it was announced at the school assembly the next day that she had been killed in an accident. For three or four days after her death I felt slightly strange. It was as though I was in a tunnel. Everything was dark around me and I felt slightly depressed. Then on the third day the atmosphere lifted and I felt fine.
This was the first time that I had been on a psychic journey with a soul into the realms of the spirit world. Even then there was a part of me which understood that I was linking into my friend’s spirit as it moved through the death state and that when my mood had lifted she had been able finally to move on. I did not know where she had gone, but I knew that she was fine.
After that I would often feel her around. Whenever I passed the place where she had died I would feel her spirit enter my body and she would speak to me of her great joy at being in the spirit world but also of her great concern for her family’s welfare. She had been an only child, so the family grief at losing her was terrible.
Soon after this I began to see and feel ghosts and family spirits all around me, especially in my aunt’s house in Spain, which was over 300 years old and in the old part of town. Often the faint figure of a woman would stand on the stairs. She would disappear as soon as I looked straight at her, as if she was fearful of confrontation.
It was a turbulent time. My sleep was constantly interrupted by the spirits of the dead wandering in and out of my dream state and then I became very sick with an illness which the doctors could not diagnose but which meant that I had to spend some weeks under observation in hospital. Yet it soon passed as mysteriously as it had arrived.
At this time I coped with my psychic experiences through my Catholicism. My mother’s side of the family is Spanish and I have warm memories of following the older women to the local church on a Sunday to light candles and pray. At a young age I already understood the concept of purgatory and the practice of praying for the dead so that they could be relieved of their sins and go to heaven. I knew that the spirits I saw needed my help so every night I would say special prayers for them.
MY FIRST SPIRIT COMMUNICATION
I was 17 years old when I had my next experience with a deceased spirit – not a ghost or an apparition, but a spirit that could speak to me, that I could feel and touch.
A friend called Jenny and I