Spirit Attachment
 

I was on the way out from visiting a maximum security prison. The first steel door slowly ground shut and locked behind me. I stood waiting in the tiny vestibule waiting for the next door to open and release me into the visitor's waiting room where I would be free to leave. As the second door opened and closed behind me my heart began to race ... out of control. I stopped. My heart hurt.

My Reiki hand automatically went up to my chest and I prayed for divine assistance. "What was happening to me?" I searched for information. Oh my God, am I having a heart attack? The pain began to radiate down my left arm. I had excruciating heartburn developing. Was going to die right there on the prison floor? My mind, racing, shot off a series of rapid fire questions. Am I going to die here? ... Should I call the guard for help? ... Should I risk the 2 hour drive home and go to my own doctor?... Would I make it that far? ... Should I go to local emergency room? ... But ... but ... something is wrong with this experience. If I were having a heart attack, wouldn't I be falling to the floor or something? What in the world was going on inside me? I was in pain that's all I actually knew for sure.

As if from out of thin air, the thought occurred to me that I might be having a "Spirit" heart attack. If this was so, I'd have to test it. Was I having the heart attack? Or was a Spirit influencing me to experience their experience of their own heart attack? Could I really be asking this question? As soon as I began to recognize that this was indeed a Spirit influence the pain began to subside. Physical relief began to move across me. I dropped my hand from my heart and thought "Wow! That was scary." The whole experience lasted about 3 minutes. My thoughts and feelings were happening so fast yet it felt like, on some inner level, time was standing still.

As I walked out into the parking lot I realized that I had a spirit attachment. "Great," I thought, "just what I need." Yes, indeed, it was the "heart attack" Spirit.

I began to work on releasing him as I got into my car. Quickly I realized that this was not going to be a fast release as I was already aware that he was a very strong and angry fellow. He conveyed that he had lived as a handsome Black man, in this prison, and died, quite obviously, from a massive heart attack. In his words, "He was pissed that he had died in prison." My impression was that he was determined to tell somebody just how "pissed" he was that he'd died in prison. So, that was what was keeping him hanging around the out side of the prison gates. Aside from that invasive thought, he had nothing much else to say. I spoke with him (in thought) and explained that he was actually free now. He made me explain the after-life to him as he wasn't much for "philosophical stuff" so I did the best I could in terms that he would be comfortable with. He wasn't "buying" what I was trying to sell him about the after-life but I continued despite his cynicism. After quite a discussion and my sending him some healing, he reluctantly acknowledged that he'd be leaving. As if by habit, his defiant exit was rough and it felt like he was tearing my energy as he left his little nook within my subtle body.

I quickly took care of the energetic things that needed to be tended to after such a spirit attachment and switched on the radio to change the energy around me as I headed for the highway.
After releasement work I don't like to think much about it. It has been my experience that thinking about it, too soon, can easily cause the energy to return and I did not want that to happen for either of us. He was on his next step of his journey and I was on the road back home. I was quite relieved.

Ah, just another "day at the office" in the life of a medium.    March, 2006