The Never Ending Saga Called Spiderwoman

 Deception is Everywhere, Staying Deceived is Optional

    After I had recovered from this journey where I had very nearly lost myself forever in the valley of the souls, and my arm was still missing from the elbow down, I still believed I had one more thing to do to recover from this demon called spiderwoman. I truly believed I had done enough to rid myself of this demon. With the help of spirit I had been able to disconnect myself from her and felt really good about where I was and how I felt. I was really relieved, quiet drained spiritually, but relieved to finally have put the incident behind me. 

    Still, my arm was missing and Quetzalcoatl had instructed me to come back and get it. I really don't know what I was thinking at the time. Just I wasn't sure how that was supposed to happen and then what was he going to do? Superglue it back in place? You never know how these things work. So once again I journeyed back to where I had met Quetzalcoatl. Back to the space and time where we had first met.

    Journeying through space and time is really nothing special once you understand how it works. You can track the energy flow back to anyplace you have ever been or track anyone or anything as long as you have a proper frame of reference on how to locate them. A visual from the internet works. A piece of clothing or an object. A name and birthdate. As long as you have a reference point tracking is not too hard. However, tracking something with a purpose and psychic stalking are two different things. Stalking opens you up for retaliation or entity attachments. Never really a good idea. Having a purpose with the intent of helping is quiet a different thing altogether.

    This time I found Quetzalcoatl and snake in the same place where I had met them before in pretty much the same position.

    "You asked me to return for my arm," I said as I watched snake raise his head, his tongue flickering in and out of his mouth as he stared at me.

    "You may have it," he replied as he smiled at me and turned his gaze towards snake. "But you must take it from snake. He will not give it up easily. So you must take it from him."

    At this point I just nodded my head that I understood what I had to do. I am not really going to go into detail on how I was able to retrieve my arm here. Just suffice to say that after I had retrieved it Quetzalcoatl looked at me with a satisfied look on his face and turned without saying a word and walked off. And that was that.

    I will say that over the years my left arm has seemed to be the arm that has given me the most trouble through out the years. I have had multiple surgeries on it with various things happening to it and along with the bite marks Spiderwoman had left on it this arm has had it's issues. From the elbow down it's been one thing after another. I find it strange.

    Over the period of the next year I would run into people and they would look at me and tell me I look different, act different, I had changed and I always take it that it was from this incident. I still meditated but it took a different tone. I was, if I am to be honest with myself, quiet leary about that spot in my journeys. I avoided it and tried the best to shut it out. I didn't want anything to do with my meditation spot again and found other places to go.

    Still, over the period of a year I felt as if something wasn't quiet right. Something felt off. I was sure I had gotten rid of Spiderwoman. Quiet confident as a matter of fact even though I could feel where she had bitten me every time my arm was exposed to the sun. A few months later after sharing my story with my mentors mentor I was taken back when he suggested I may want to check to see if she was really gone. I started to second guess myself.

    I have a lot of sunspots as I have aged. Shortly after I was bitten these two spots appeared on my arm in small circles and have gotten bigger over the years. 

    They do appear as sun spots. The larger spot on the left was where one of her fangs broke off in my arm in three pieces. At the time I could see it working up my arm. 

    I often wonder if this is why Quetzalcoatl cut it off at the elbow. I tried to enhance the photo. They are both much more pronounced under the naked eye for whatever reason.

    To this day I still feel them burn under the sunlight, more noticeably when I am just relaxing my left arm like in the car window, out at the beach, anytime I am relaxed in the sun.

    When I travel out of body I have a thing I do when I separate my consciousness from my body. I pick some spot, usually on the roof of the place I am journeying in, or if nothing else a spot about thirty or forty feet above my body and scan my surroundings. If I stay in my body I will do a three hundred and sixty degree scan and inspect my surroundings. I was suddenly finding that I could not turn around and look behind myself. Something, or someone, was preventing me from looking behind me and try as I may there was nothing I could do to see what it may be and nothing I was doing was fixing the situation. Then there was a double voice talking to me in my head. It was like I had two intuitions battling inside my head and both of them were giving me guidance on how to handle different situations. I was suddenly finding myself struggling with decisions and often sat back and wondered if this was a sign of schizophrenia. Was I going crazy?

    I really struggled with this for about a year, wondering about his intuitive voice that was becoming more and more persistent and then the other voice trying to give me clarity. I was puzzled to say the least. What the hell was going on? And yet, on a day to day moment, for the most part, I just maintained myself and carried on about my business.

    Then one day, out of the blue, the shaman calls me and tells me there is an issue. You are still connected to Spiderwoman. If you check behind you there is a silver cord stuck to your neck. Spiderwomans web, he insists. She is still attached to you and we need to do something about it because she is affecting me as well. I was stunned, but not too stunned as it all made sense. Everything that had been happening over the last year since she had bitten me. The double voice, the inability to turn around while I meditated, and the odd repulsion I had to listening to my voice after a recording. It was as if there was a shrillness about listening to myself and I would literally cringe on playback when I would hear myself speak.

    "What do we do?" I asked as he remained silent on the other end of the line.

    "I'm going to have to journey and take care of it," he replied. "I don't know what it is going to do to either one of us when she is removed but be prepared."

     Yea, like I am going to sit back and just let this go down without at least assisting somehow in solving the situation. This was all on me and I am not the type to just sit around if there may be something I could do. I thought I had gotten rid of the problem. It turns out that everything I had done up to this point, although helpful and beneficial, was not enough. I was still attached to spiderwoman so I needed to see if I could help somehow.

    So again, one more time, I retreated into sacred space and this time I followed the shaman into his space and watched him as he performed his work. Pulling out a small leather medicine bag I watched as he reached his hand into it and brought out what looked like golden flakes of light and flung them at spiderwoman. She let out a shrieking scream of pain as they settled upon her skin and she slowly started to shrivel in pain. Kind of like when a spider pulls its legs tight to its body as it dies. Unfortunately, she was not going easily, and I didn't really like the process she was going through very much in spite of what she had done to the both of us. In one sense she was just carrying out the measure of her creation. She couldn't help being what she was anymore than a turtle could help being what it was.

    I watched in silence for a moment or two before I felt like I really needed to assist somehow and just as I decided I needed to help the process along somehow this amazing scene pops up to my astonishment. There appeared, high above the scene, four angelic beings holding trumpets. Long trumpets from the four corners of the room, if you will. I didn't sense we were in a room. Rather these angelic beings treated their surroundings like they were in a square room and from each corner they let out a blast all at once which echoed not only sound, but a light vibration as well. The sound was deafening by any measure, but what was even more impressive was the vibration from the light energy that penetrated everything at once.

    I watched in fascination as this energy these angelic beings sent out assisted the shaman in his task of ridding spiderwoman from our existence. With one final scream in an agonizing cry of defeat she just kind of gave up the ghost and melted into the ground. And then silence. The shaman turned and walked away and I returned to my seated place on my bed and opened my eyes. I felt strangely empty and lightheaded. As though I was missing something as a feeling of peace flowed over me. My mind was clear and the extra voice I had been hearing in my head was now gone.

    It probably took less than an hour before the shaman called me back again. 

    "She's gone," he stated as we chatted on the phone.

    "I know," I replied. 

    We chatted for a few minutes on the reason he decided he needed to get rid of her and what was happening to him and why, and how, it made him feel. I just acknowledged what he had been going through and with that we ended the conversation. I never heard from him again and I have no idea what happened to him, but I am sure he is around somewhere.

    The rest of the day I just took it easy. I just tried to recouperate and try to understand what I had just been through. But the coming weeks would be about the hardest mental challenge I have ever been through in my life.

    Over the next two weeks in particular I really struggled. First off, I felt as if I had lost twenty years and I was actually in that time period of a couple of decades early. I found myself looking for cassettes of music I had purchased from the time when cassette tapes were popular, even though the digital age was just beginning and we were starting to eliminate the CD. I'm talking Ipods, etc. I was really frustrated when I couldn't find all my music or a way to play the tapes.

    I followed that up with applying for a welding position at a company I used to work for twenty years earlier. I had not touched a welding rod since I left that company. But in my mind I could see how to weld just like I had done when I was with the company and I was positive I would have no problems passing the weld test. My welding was xray quality in an overhead position which was as good as you can get as a welder. The interview for the position went something like this.

    "So you are a welder," the shop foreman asked. "Can you actually weld?" He was almost mocking me.

    "Yea, I can weld," I replied. " I used to work for you. Ask Mark. I ran into him as I walked into your office.

    It's true. I worked with Mark as my foreman on a lot of projects and knew him well. But I was stunned when I ran into him again in the hallway. He wasn't the Mark I knew. He had changed so much. I had just been laid off (or so I thought I had been. It had actually been twenty years ago though in real time) and this was a different man. Much older looking. I just gasped when I saw him. I mentioned how much he had changed and the fact he didn't have any hair anymore. He was actually bald!

    "Yea," he responded as I hit him up about his hair, "I shaved it, grew it out, died it a different color, over the years I went bald."

    I was stunned to say the least! How did he do all that since the small amount of time I had been laid off? I really could not understand how that could happen? I just shook my head staring at him as he walked down the hallway, literally confused over his rapid change in appearance. Years??? I was baffled.

    With that the foreman brought up his computer and looked through his records.

    "When did you say you worked here?" The look on his face perplexed as he scrolled down through his spreadsheet.

    "I was laid off in April," I replied, "during the recession."

    He looked at me again in curiosity as I heard him muttering under his breath, counting the months, then years, as he slowly scrolled through his records. I listened to him as the years rolled from his mouth and he kept scrolling back through time. 

    "Yea," he finally stopped as he stared at me ominously as I fidgeted in my seat. "1983."

    Again, I was stunned and just looked at him perplexed as he stared at me in silence. I literally did not understand what he was talking about.

    "Alright, he replied, "we will call you in for a test. Thanks for dropping by."

    I really didn't know what to think. I couldn't understand where I was at in time, literally! And two weeks later after I had a chance to reset he called me back, ready to set me up for a welding test. I had somewhat recovered though and just kind of laughed. I was like no, man, I have no interest in being a welder! The answer coming back from him over the line as he hung up was something like, should have known it, I think the guys lost his marbles.

    The other issue was a question of my sanity. It's hard to explain unless you have been through it but the removal of spiderwomans presence did something very strange to me. All of a sudden it was like my head had been cleared out. Like a hard drive that had been reset. Like my thoughts were echoing around a large cave in the dark, bouncing around my head and echoing loudly. The other voice that had me questioning my sanity was now gone and it was just me and my thoughts and though it was liberating, it was also maddening. For two weeks I was walking on the edge of sanity wondering if I was seriously going to go over the edge and needed to be committed. On the outside I appeared fine. On the inside my head was a mess. Fortunately, after a period of time, things got better and I eventually bounced back to the time I was actually living in. Time is relative I guess, huh?

    Over the years I ran into a couple of people who described the experience I went through as their own. So I am not alone. One was connected to being possessed by a reptilian being. One of the weird things they described as they were being inhabited by this being was children suddenly were leary of them, and the other was an abnormal following of rats showing up wherever they went. Why rats? Who knows?

    So why have I decided to share this experience with you all? This amazingly convoluted, complex, clusterfuck of a jealous and disturbing possession? 

    I hadn't talked about this to anyone other than maybe three people over my life. I was very dubious I was ever going to talk about it again. I think one reason I am talking about this incident now is just to show the complexity of the human spiritual condition that most human beings will never comprehend.

    The spiritual world is very convoluted and there are so many aspects to the spiritual world which are just outside of the human state of perception. Many people walk around the world with attachments of one sort or another which do not want to be known. Which walk in silence and work through deception. While the world of demonic possession can reveal itself in the traditional religious attributes of Infestation, Oppression, Obsession, and Possession, and they are real, there are other ways possession works and this is only the obvious way.

    So in the end there is a world out there I consider kind of like a gigantic, for lack of a better word, playground, which is just outside the reach of human perception. If humans live in a third dimensional reality there is a fourth dimensional reality just outside of of ours, kind of like looking into a mirror and wondering what is on the other side. A realm where ghosts, demons, aliens, lost human souls, nature elementals, humans, all have free access to, and have the ability to, reach through and influence or possess humans, or other things, and help to influence choices we make. In this sense, humans are living in hell, but also enjoying paradise, depending on how we allow outside forces to determine how we think by our reaction, or actions, towards each other and our environment. 

    I am one of the fortunate ones. I have been able to get through this with physical wounds that have never healed, but with a much greater understanding of some of these realms. I am blessed.

I choose paradise. Maybe I have rose colored glasses?