I’ve committed to offering to the 6 new trainees some ghost work training ‘in the field’ every week, and the experienced ones are welcome to join in, hoping they’ll help in the training too.

Today we worked Calvary Cemetery on Bow Lane in Middletown. It’s adjacent to the State Veteran’s Cemetery. I had gone there recently with Crystal but hadn’t stayed, I’d sensed a barrier, and had planned on inviting the rookies so I let it be, for them to sense if they could.

Present were, rookies will be listed first, as that’s now my focus: Alexandra, then Priscilla and Sharon. Alexandra has distinctly different sensing capabilities than I have, she usually states that she’s blocked from doing many of the ‘air’ element type energy works, so I have to meet her at her talents. At the simplest level it means staying close so that our energies overlap, so I can better sense what she’s doing and vice versa. The next level is via touch, usually on the shoulder.

We’d touched the trees, wanting to get a more Earth based approach, and four were identified as significant energies.

Plus running though the usual routine for handling a cemetery. This was a teaching session, so assume for every step that follows I was teaching Alexandra what could be done.

We all felt a block, and localized it to one patch of ground. In a nearby tree someone had placed a ‘Christ on the cross’. The energies all directed us to a Native American presence, there was a ghost buried here, unmarked, predating the cemetery, and he was their leader. Rather than deplete the barrier, which had been created by the Native Americans for a purpose, I ‘walked through the wall’ and then worked on healing (using Happy Hunting Ground energies rather than Heaven’s) the ghost. We understood that he would not leave until all the others that he was responsible for were moved on up to the Happy hunting Grounds.

Large area, I asked Priscilla and Sharon to scatter and work on healing the Native American ghosts first, moving on up those willing to go, and asked Alexandra to go with them. I channeled a Native American Chief who called out to all those present to rise up and join us, to gather next to their leader. Regrouping, many were still here, angry, a major item was about how damaged the Earth had been under the white man. So I connected with Gaia, who left it up to me, She’s dealing with most of the Earth also affected in the same way. Next up, connecting with my Shamanic background, plus a Chemistry degree, to work on pushing heavy metals deep into the Earth then touching everything so that what did not nurture life would be broken up into simpler molecules. Ghost work is only one of the energy systems I operate on. What delighted me was a comment from Priscilla who felt I was doing something major energetically.

Back to the Native American ghosts. The only effective action was to move on up, from there get a new life and come back and do their work. Anger only locked them down here, blocked. For a change, I used Marian’s technique to open the veil between here and the Happy hunting grounds. An Indian settlement could be seen on the other side and ghosts moved on through. We checked with their leader and he then moved on through. Alexandra suggested rather than ripping a veil, I should just pull aside the curtain, or pull up the curtain, as in a play theater … much less destructive?

We all had noticed there was not much activity of the newer residents of the cemetery, not much work to do. I coached Alexandra on paying attention to feelings and then noticing any pulling, from need, by a ghost, to head off into a cemetery, maybe at an angle, then repeating to triangulate to find the specific headstone. She’d recalled, or remembered a dream of this conversation. I found one headstone where a mother and son had been buried, both living into old age, the mother not moving up until the son did. There was a vibrating situation – this, or spinning locks a ghost so they don’t notice anything external, a ghost worker often feels nausea when trying to stop the vibration or spinning (Sharon tried). Having done this more times, I succeeded. The son was filled with hate, much of it of a racist nature. Too much of it. I asked for Jesus to join us and He did, and He asked me to leave as it was private, just between the ghost and him, none of my business, smiling.

Job done, regrouped, only two of us available to get coffee, Priscilla and I. Good times. Klekolo.