Protection in Different Forms
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Author: Lady GoldenRaven
Posted: July 9th. 2006
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The following story I am about to relate happened just the other day. This shows the need for protection and shielding more than anything else I can say. As Pagans we are well aware of the negative energies which surround us, both in mundane, astral, and ethereal realms. In this instance what started out as a “Wytchy” ritual turned out to be a shamanic ritual for me.
These shields are also different from ones used for mundane protection. I have put up shields around my house for protection, but these differ from what I used on my car. In my car I have shielded myself from accidents and the police--for speeding tickets (not that I am a lead foot!) But you get my point.
I set my shields before we walked into the woods. I did not know, however, that it would require a much stronger shield than I had put in place. If I would have known, I would have used those I use for shamanistic work. Now, you ask, is there a difference between a Wytchy shield and a shamanistic shield? In my workings over the last 25 years, I have found the answer to be yes. Although we deal with the same negative energies--after all, nasty is nasty--these energies are dealt with in entirely different ways.
The other night as my friends and I were sitting round the bonfire, I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of pure evil surrounding me. The temp dropped to what seemed like twenty below zero, thehairs on my head stood at attention. Now, my other friends also felt this way-- including one Christian Fundy! We ALL saw a shadowy black figure
creeping round the yard. I got up, looked at one friend, and came into the house to get supplies. I grabbed our staves and some oils and incense and headed back out the door.
The four of us pagans headed into the woods. I was immediately drawn to one specific area and froze in my boots once there. Sissie was about to cross over two large vines in front of us when I yelled for her to stop. These vines had not been there previously. They formed a semicircle, like the bottom half of a moon.
I was about to begin my ritual, when I felt myself starting to shift into my Wolfy. As I was changing, I suddenly ceased changing into Wolfy and swytched to my Raven form. At that precise moment they heard wolves howling in the background, but only briefly.
From this point I remember nothing; the rest is what my friends have told me other than the images I saw. I slammed my staff into the ground, at which time it immediately was torn from my hands and flew into the air and across from my body three feet at least. The crystal was glowing brightly, shooting flames of yellow and white light. It was at this
point that I dropped to the ground. Now, I have shifted many times in my life. Never have I dropped my staff nor fallen to the ground. My friends said it looked like something had thrown me to the forest floor. My friends said I was screeching like a raven being killed.
Through all this, the scene before my eyes was horrendous! This is what I recall from my shift: There were five pure black beings in front of me: two male, three female. Next to them an old tree. From this tree hung a body and plunged into the ground was a sword. On the ground lay the seven bodies of babies who had been stabbed with this sword, their blood spilling. There was an eighth baby who was not dead, but not alive either--this registered in my mind as one who had yet to be born from the energies of the dead ones lying around. These figures looked at me and started coming toward me.
“John” had to carry me out of the woods and “Mary” was sitting on top of me screaming my name. trying to get me to come back. She said I felt like I was dead--skin cold, not breathing, et cetera. She said I was speaking in some language never heard or recognized by anyone there. Eventually, I returned to my body, grounded myself and we returned to the fire. I sat there in my own little world, so to speak, not saying much of anything. They had gotten me some steak to eat, as one needs the protein after a shift. I grabbed pen and paper and immediately started drawing the images I saw. As I sat round the fire, I noticed I was freezing cold, like I had been standing naked in the snow. But it was still in the upper 80's here at this time of night.
I managed to seal the area enough so that we were protected from them at the moment, but something must be done to stop this "birth" and to get rid of these entities. From my travels, I knew no normal ritual or banishment would touch them.
One couple decided to go home--one half of the couple is Pagan, the other Christian Fundy, who, by the way, was really freaking out over this whole incident. She did not even want to sit with us as we discussed the previous event.
I told my friends I was coming in to get a shower. Once Mary and John came in, I called for Mary to come upstairs immediately. I had marks all over me, of which she took pictures. I still have marks on either side of my neck as if someone were choking me, hand prints on my upper arms, and other such marks such as scratches on my back and arms.
We are still trying to figure out what these beings were---they were from a such a time period that they could be called "human", but it was from a time when we were a very young species. As I said--no "normal" banishment ritual is going to work on these beings. Mary and I have been racking our brains, going through books and the Internet trying to figure out exactly who and what these entities are and not having any luck.
So far, these entities are still contained, but for how long? And how do I banish something which I cannot name? How strong do I make these shields to contain them in their “evil” space? So many questions, so many or so few possible answers.
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