Another Sunday, more cemeteries, this time only one trainee, Alexandra. First up Broad St. Cemetery, a smaller one, it’s the second oldest in town. I’d arrived earlier and knew there were two areas needing my attention, but they could wait until Alexandra had used her skills.

She found two headstones, both young kids, and didn’t know which one had the issue. I asked her to touch both but she still couldn’t tell. I touched and understood why she couldn’t tell, both were there, but one so focused on the other, little could be read about her. We worked on healing with colors, the girl had little going on, she was tending to the younger boy. Healing him was blocked. Which implied in this case a genetic condition, no amount of boosting would get him normal, I’d have to overlap with him to use my genetic bone energy as a model for him to replace his. Alexandra mentioned he had trouble breathing, which fitted if bones weren’t right, the constant movement needed for breathing would be painful. I do this because the ‘client’ needs it, and so far, so good, my genetic energy restores me to my original. Alexandra also reported the child had been on herbal pain control, as good as they could manage then, my thought was that maybe one time he’d taken too much. Now that he was healed, he thanked the girl and could now do what he never could, gave a real hug. They had no trouble ascending.

Alexandra touched a headstone and heard the word ‘ouch’. She also mentioned feeling elevated. When I touched, I too felt a young boy, up in a tree, and a branch giving way, him falling down and to the right, then breaking his Tibia-fibula, angulated, blood pouring out, it had taken a while for him to die. Plus a concussion. Again it was yellow to heal bones first, then the rest. His dad came down and took him up.

My area up next, a fuzzy area in the center. Alexandra got there first and reported pipe tobacco smoke. Then I smelt it. The ghost was high on it, maybe it was cut with something else? Not drugged high but just in his head non-stop. I invoked moving air to clear the area, including inside the ghost, then energized his liver to detox and used Liver3 acupressure point to energetically clean him out. A Guide showed up but was ignored, so some conversation was needed, nothing left for him here, and the Guide took him up. Also nearby what I thought was trash turned out to be huffing equipment using a nitrous oxide tank (used in food processing!). I moved it to the entrance gate and later called MPD hoping they’d pick it up rather than let the kids continue to use it or some new kid try it out.

At the other area I’d sensed was a horizontal headstone, the ghost telling me to go away. He wanted to hide. His family showed up but he continued to hide, so they said they’d stick around and have a party. He reluctantly joined them, and we talked. He’d been told only the good go to Heaven, and he hadn’t done anything particularly good. An Angel came down grabbed him by the hands, said a few words to him and everyone ascended.

Next up, St Patrick’s Cemetery on Wall St. I’d read there had been some vandalism at one of the cemeteries in town but hadn’t checked which one. It was this one. The news said 100 headstones toppled. Read more at https://www.wfsb.com/2025/08/12/over-100-headstones-some-dating-back-1800s-vandalized-meriden/.

I tried healing with colors but that was blocked! The ghosts still there were scared of being attacked! So I used violet and then pink to reassure them. Then I could use the other colors. Most moved on up on their own, one thanked me. Now to work with those who couldn’t respond.

Alexandra as usual found kids, one baby months old, in a basket, I lifted up and handed off to a Guide. A headstone with three kids listed, I touched to feel and was told to back off! This one was meant for Alexandra. No safety net, no having me do the work, just pressure on her to figure something out. She didn’t know what she did, but they weren’t there when I later checked.

That was enough for today, coffee and cake as usual, no good places for that in Meriden, so Klekolo it was.