Walking with Death

It has been an interesting few days. I had coffee with my friend Tony. He is from The Middle East. His parents are Palestinian and Italian. I was able to share some of the intel I wrote about on my Twitter account the other day. It was just nice to have an honest discussion, and not feel tethered to appauling beliefs around me. Then, last night, when I was coming in from my roommate's car, there was a clash of lightning. My consciousness is always a little askew of traumatic events. I came in shaking. I think that she and I were actually HIT by the lightning bolt and it did not even reach the ground. I am getting that my heart reads as electric in ways like a power line or the positive end of a battery. At the end of that event, I was able to be honest about my stress level. I told her that I am dealing with death with the help of Native energy and entities. They are very cut and dry. The best homicide detectives, by infinity, on the planet, are Tribal Police. They clear cases in minutes. They do not play the games and play to TV. I let her know that my father would take me to The Medical Examiner's office as a very young child, and he would lock me in the drawers. I found my own way to sleep in a state of hypothermia. The first M.E. office he took me to was in L.A. There happened to just be a special on it on CNN last night with Lisa Ling. I watched it. It was good. For me, dead people and animals do hold energy so when I touch them, I get a nasty shock. It's terrifying. Resurrection is in me, but I use a death ability for those who need their deep final sleep like Jeff's cat, Misty, in Indy, and a doe I saw hit by a car on Hwy 55 years ago. The crash was horrific and the doe was screaming. A Trooper pulled over. I gave him a direct order to shoot her and he wouldn't. I just sat with my hands on her and watched her take her final breath. I also had an experience that very much called on the calm, nonquestioning resurrection charge with a boyfriend. We were being physical for the first time and I think that he had overdosed on crack cocaine. He went into rigor while I was on top of him. I just placed his arms around me, and continued to kiss him. He was able to just barely move his tongue. Other events were occurring at the same related to his severe chemical use since birth. I just stayed with him and as we commenced in our private moment, he eventually started moving again and everything was okay. I never even discussed that experience with him. As I met him, I felt like he was THE "Angel" of death. This experince very much validated that for me. As I walk the road, I understand things more every day. This is why it is so crucial that I NEVER practiced any ritualisms. I even stayed away from the Wiccan practice of Qui Ja.