Trying to get the rookies trained by hands-on experiences, assisted by Priscilla, we were joined by Angelica, Alexandra and Carina. I purposely chose not to assess even though I was early. It’s the next step in precepting, a pulling back from doing everything so that the new people take on more.

First up, Century Cemetery, next to the Library, on South Main. I really enjoy how Alexandra just heads out and finds ghosts or energies. I mentioned to the others how I open myself up to feel – ghosts always need something. I do this because seeing is not my best sense. Each of us tunes in easier to certain situations / needs /feelings, in Alexandra’s case she finds children first.

An 11 month old failure to thrive. My turn, to tune in, as I pick up medical issues. Eventually, with practice all the ghost-workers will get more skilled at this, but with a paramedic and medical massage background, it’s easier for me. There was a problem with the infant’s GI tract, unable to effectively absorb foods. Every body part was hungry, the brain not developing enough, and the soul could not detach himself! Healing with colors wouldn’t work here, it could only result in a ‘healthy’ dysfunctional organ system. So overlapping my functioning GI energetic system was needed as a template to guide the healing and repair. Then came the regular healing /feeding of the body. Then the brain fully formed, and I could feel the soul pulling away like Velcro releasing. The soul was adult, stuck to the body but not able to fully interact, he went straight up to Heaven.

Priscilla looked after the other two, so more on what Alexandra found. A miscarried fetus plus mother who died a month later, still hemorrhaging. Overlapping my abdomen and pelvis felt weird, being pregnant really expands a body. Mom wanted the fetus to survive, but it wasn’t viable, way too early in the pregnancy. I suggested another way, to connect with the soul that had chosen to be her child. I followed the connection to find that soul, finding out she had already reincarnated and had a connection with mom. BUT mom was still a ghost! Had not moved on up! Not a problem (hah!). Two possibilities (may be more). Those in Heaven are not constrained with our view of time down here. They can incarnate into a person in an earlier time. Just because when mediums do past-life regressions they appear to be in sequence, they don’t have to be. I connected with the child’s higher self, found out arrangements had been made to connect at that level, the mother’s higher self would be a presence in the reincarnated child’s life. Healed mom and up she went.

A 5 y.o. girl with leukemia, who felt alone – Alexandra sensing those body conditions, she provided a dog to keep the girl company. No parents around, apparently they hadn’t cared about the child, but godparents were ready and willing up in Heaven. I carried the child up, she kept on squirming and playing and handed her off to the godparent higher spirits, but the child avoided them to keep on playing. They told me they would stay with the child and help it move on as a spirit.

I did check in with Angelica and Carina of course, hoping Priscilla writes it up, maybe Carina too.

Secondly, Jones Hollow Cemetery on West St, park in the Blackledge River trail parking lot, a very short walk up the trail.

This time Carina headed off in the same direction I felt drawn to. We settled on one headstone. A 4 y. o. child had no-one to play with. Angelica felt an ache on the right side of her chest when feeling the child, and Carina confirmed, this disability meant the child couldn’t play. Once Carina healed him he was very active. I directed him up to a playground prepared up in Heaven, he sort of slid up a chute, that was different, I didn’t pick a method. He recognized someone up there waiting for him, called her ‘mommy’ but it might have been an aunt and went to her. All’s good.

Angelica found a 13 y.o. girl, this girl wanted to show off her dress, twirling around for her. She had a boyfriend, once healed the boyfriend came down from Heaven and guided her up.

Three of us felt the next one, he’d been hit on the back of his head by a shovel, which broke the skull and damaged the brain, still alive he fell forward smashing his face, then he died. He was really angry. We healed the body, he was still angry. Tried healing emotions with pink light. it helped and up he went.

Meanwhile Priscilla had wandered off, finding a 14 y.o. Native American boy who called out to her, she then connected with the Native Americans ghosts in this area, finding an encampment and was welcomed to join them, they were at peace. Priscilla had earlier found a feather, the usual way Native Americans let her know they are nearby. She’d made a strong connection with Native Americans when we were at Arawan Rock and Milk Bridge rock in Massachusetts and this had expanded to her being welcomed by all the tribes we’ve encountered since.