Up first, Wilcox cemetery in East Berlin, present were Alexandra, Carina and myself. I’d arrived early to check out the place, but not do anything to intervene until the rookies arrived. I did call down Heaven’s Light and noticed two areas – a large and small pair, and another one towards the back.

I reviewed the typical routine, heal those who can’t move, with light, then use Michael’s guided meditation technique to move them all on, the ‘all’ is the issue, as I work on those that can’t respond to Michael’s technique – they are damaged in some way so I have to go one-on-one with them, and it’s this that I want the rookies to be able to do. Alexandra wandered off during this review, and went straight to that site I’d found earlier, reporting a mother and child suffering there. We headed there first and worked on healing the child, it had some heart-lung issue, presenting as a ‘blue baby’, dying soon. We used colors to heal, but it needed more, rearranging blood vessels and closing a hole in the heart needed a template, so I used mine to guide the healing, the hole sealed, vessels reworked and the infant breathed easily for the first time. A Guide came down from Heaven to continue the care, mom needed some TLC first, emotional care and then Mom was ready, up they went with the Guide.

The other one I’d sensed, was stuck, vibrating. Nothing can be done until stopped, anything tried will be ignored and not accepted, not even noticed. We halted her and then she could talk. Routine after that, up she went.

Carina worked with two young men, teenagers, ghosts, one had died from a pellet gunshot to the throat, the other with cancer. I stepped in to help with healing the injured boy then a team effort to move them up, assisted by Guides.

Alexandra noticed a bluebird sitting on one headstone and thought it significant. Yes. Just a name, no date. I explained this was a memorial, the love and attention energy embedded in the stone from her friends had encouraged the bluebird, I then followed those energies to the ghost, and Alexandra somehow tagged along, added her awareness. The ghost was in a box, dark of course, she didn’t know where she was, and everything was wet. Starting with the healing color red for flesh produced a panic! Rightly so, in this case blue for lungs was better, but, being underwater, lifting her out onto dry land was best. Blue, so she could breathe, then the other colors. Buried at sea. In a casket, not wrapped as I’ve seen in movies. I pulled her back to the cemetery, as her friends lived around here. A Guide showed up. I felt her starting to rise on her own, but … she wanted to visit friends and family first. “I got this”, the Guide tagged along, to make sure she rose up to Heaven later.

Carina and Alexandra found a troubled area, and waited for me to join them. I found it shielded. I redirected its energy to the center of the Earth and underneath felt there had been some family secrets they’d wanted hidden, and which held them back from Heaven. I felt there had been cowardice, a son in the military, dishonorably discharged, some mental issues, not just PTSD, but physical, and he’d killed himself, shot in the head to quieten the voices. The family felt responsible, suicides don’t go to Heaven they’d been told. I talked with the son, overlapped my energies to understand his shame, and he clung to me as we worked through his issues. He agreed to be judged by God, to end all his regrets etc. We rose up, Guides accompanied us, no waiting for Judgement, and I was gently excused, not for me to hear his issues.

Carina was busy so I checked in on her, she was connecting with a ghost, so I told her to go ahead and move it on up, which she did. Her first. She said this was easy. This is why we do an apprenticeship period, no longer listening to me in class, doing the work. Well done.

Next up, Maple cemetery, an active, in use cemetery. Just Carina and I, Alexandra had to leave early. We were both a little tired, Carina said she was less tired than expected, she had pulled on Heaven’s energy to do this work. Me, I needed coffee. Did the mass thing, healing then moving everyone up, then wandering, letting me be pulled, ditto Carina. I found a stone with just name and the unit he’d served in during the civil war, the Connecticut Volunteers. So this was a memorial, I connected through to him, buried far away with others at one of the civil war battlefields. I felt others like him, still here, so doing remote energy work, healed them, a civil war officer Guide showed up to lead them up to Heaven.

There’s more to do there, but Carina needed to leave and coffee was calling louder. I can go back. Meanwhile, Klekolo, ahhhh java.