Two nights ago, I came home to a funny smell. But I ignored it, as it wasn't too strong, and it was mostly not there. I set up and did my ritual for healing and alignment of my Will with Holy Intention. As I energized and lit my candles, there it was again, slightly putrid, but still infrequent, wafting occasionally into my living room on the night breeze (I always open the doors for the lovely cool air). I would sniff, and it would be gone. It seemed they had sprayed bug poison on my porch! Disgusting.
The next morning, the smell was still there, and I wanted to investigate before making phone calls to complain to my landlord and handyman. Yet, upon poking around on the porch, I could not detect it. Odd. So, I sighed, and went back in.
But there it was, stronger on the inside than the out, wafting, inconsistent... had something died? In my mail slot? ICKK!!! But No - all clear there.
Sunday morning, I needed to scrape the soot and char from my smudge stick before my morning observance, and took it outside to scatter the scraping. As I poked around for that spoon left in the soil, I decided to try to find that dead body in the garden, so I could bury it, get rid of the smell. And if I found no body, I would wash down the walls of my porch and get rid of the spray.
It didn't take long - there it was, all of 8 inches, not including a tail. A very long, bald, muddy tail. A pretty big rat! But no again - I spooned the leaves off its head, and found a baby 'possum. The ants went berserk at the intrusion.
"Oh little friend!" I said, "How did you get here?" I couldn't imagine how it would have come to be there. A baby? A 'possum with no real forest around? The ants' work was nearly done, and it I wasn't inspired to move it, so I said a little prayer for it, sprinkled it with the ash, lit the sage, and smudged it and the ants, and went back in.
I decided to honor its death by allowing it, instead of burying it - getting rid of it. There is no source of contamination - no pet bowls, no source of water, and nothing to pick and eat from that part of the garden. But - as it common in Ritual - the work happens before you actually do the ritual - so here was the proof - the banishment and containment of my ails were a death of sorts of a part of myself that no longer servers me - manifested in the death of a little 'possum.
Shamanism teaches to watch for the bigger patterns of the Sacred in the animals, for they still hear and respond to the Song of the Universe people can no longer easily access due to the myriad of reasons for the last 2 thousand years. My prayers, it seems, have been answered! And I take on faith and with patience that that which ails me is gone and will directly manifest too.
Energy Pattern Healing helps us across all lifetimes. Traumas that continue to haunt us across the timespace continua are healed and we are thus freed to move into the fullness of our Being, the fullnes of our Divine Birthrights of Abundance!
Love and blessings to you all,
Caitlyn
www.7StarEPH.com
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