Late 2015… I don’t quite remember exactly; didn’t write about it.
So I’m vague in some details here to protect someone’s primacy, but I remember the incident completely. I had a friend in Shaman training and doing quite well – remarkable at times this person’s experiences, but then this person told me of a spirit that was helping; that the shaman was getting to know it.
After awhile something about this felt wrong to me, so OBE I went to see this spirit. Seeing it I knew it did not wish to ascend as it should, rather intending to live out it’s life further – here. So I called to all the other spirits around my friend and said to them, “This creature is not of good will and does not belong here. If you agree with me, let the spirit be driven out”, and they agreed.
Over the next week to a couple of months I casually asked my friend about the spirit that was helping and I was answered it was gone. I verified over that time. Then one day my shaman friend wanted to know why I was asking and so I explained the spirit did not intend well and so with forces around the shaman we dispelled it.
I think my friend resented the loss and I also suspect the spirit was only expelled locally.
Fall (around late October) 2016
First there is some background info to this story. May 3rd of 2016 while in manual meditation I was met by the Sachem and his Shaman who conducted a ‘Friendship Ceremony’ with me. At that time the Sachem said, “You must come to my people; you must bring your power”.
That Fall 2016 (living out of my car) I drove about 14,000 miles wandering throughout the Rockies visiting many reservations – speaking into existence things for all those peoples. At one time coming back from the Washington coast I had been in rain for about ten days which got really old. Entering Montana then driving along Hwy 2 on the south side of Glacier National it was raining and cold. As I got out of the mountains entering the BlackFeet Nation’s reservation the Sun came out and formed a rainbow over the highway; I drove right through the rainbow onto the reservation. This lasted about 20 minutes.
I drove into Browning and stopped at a gas station. There were two wild dogs that looked quite rough and I went to them. The dogs looked as having human eyes and I directed them to watch over the reservation.
From there I headed out to the Sweetgrass Hills which are the holy lands of the Blackfeet; a very long and slow drive. When I was in the hills I wondered where would be a good place to call the Spirits and in the distance I saw two big black birds; they were flying toward me. As I drove they came closer. Finally it was obvious they were flying directly to me and so I slowed and pulled over rolling down my passenger side window. I slowed further and they were very close. I stopped and leaning over to look out my passenger window they flew down to the elevation of my car window. I could see clearly it was two golden eagles hovering outside my car window about 50 feet level with my window and they looked at me as I looked at them.
They hovered for about 15 seconds until they were too slow and one landed and opened it’s wings facing me. The other also touched down but got back up and in a moment flew slowly off. The one eagle on the ground stayed facing me not quite one minute then flew off.
The two dogs and the two eagles are a pair of twos signifying partnership; the spirits of the Sachem w/ his Shaman.
Late November 2016
I went to the Medicine Wheel in the Big Horn Mtns intending to call the Spirits. It was a snowy trail and as I walked up toward the Medicine Wheel I saw a man walking down the trail. When he got close I concluded he was a shaman by the feathers he wore. He walked directly up to me and stopped in front of me baring the trail. I stopped facing him.
Then he said, “You have been called here”, and I answered “Yes”. Then he added, “You have been called to pray for my people”, and I again answered, “Yes”.
Then he passed on and I headed up to the Medicine Wheel. As I used the Wheel to call the Spirits a hawk flew directly over-head circling.
I was in the Enchanted Circle area of New Mexico and thought to go visit some folks I knew who were serving as hosts in a nearby campground.
During this time we had bears in our campground at least once a day – everyday. One got between me and my RV; it wasn’t much of a problem but that bear became more persistent as days passed.
During this time the ranger decided the bear had to be put-down as it was becoming a bigger problem and they were not equipped to catch it; of course we had several other bears in our locality. The host told me the ranger’s decision; they were going to shoot it the next day, so I called the Bear Spirit (who I have met before: Fall 2016 Wyoming). I told the Bear Spirit what man had planned and warned the Spirit to take the bear somewhere else.
The next day no bears appeared and so the ranger was much relieved. Some days later I left the area but later that year I met these same hosts at another area I go to that is where these hosts spend their winter. I asked what happened to the bear. They explained no bears ever came back, but they did have to shoot one large mountain lion which they showed me a picture of.