“Eventually I started begging my husband to take me to the ER.”
And now for a short blog. Who wants to know some weird shit about me?
I know you do. Spill the tea, Bitch! I can hear you clamoring for it.
I had an exorcism. I had a friggin’ exorcism. It wasn’t planned. It was a very spur-of-the-moment, totally impromptu, “I guess this is what we’re doing today,” spontaneous exorcism.
Auntie was apparently filled with demons and/or bad bacteria. Either way, it felt the same. So, I learned a super fun thing about taking antibiotics and that has never happened to me before: The bacterial die-off can trigger things in a person’s brain. They don’t list spontaneous exorcism on the sheet the pharmacist gives you, but they should.
Here I am, minding my own business, just trying to get through the already heinous side effects and along comes this experience—a period of time of about five hours—where I was out of my head. I honestly thought someone had slipped me psychedelics.
My life started flashing before my eyes. I was almost reliving events and seeing mundane details that I had fully forgotten. These weren’t traumatic experiences; it was just my life.
One Easter from the 80s slipped past my mind’s eye. I saw my pastel (of course) dress in explicit detail, the chewy lamb we ate, and a butterfly floating past me in my grandmother’s yard (Not Grammy, the other one.). There was a brief moment where I saw myself in high school, wearing my Catholic uniform and using my blue pen to color in the plaid. Then suddenly I could smell my dog’s fur, from the dog I had when I was seven.
I didn’t know what was going on. I’ve never had such a bizarre and intense experience.
Eventually, I started begging my husband to take me to the ER.
“Something is wrong. This isn’t right!” I was vetoed. The flashes kept coming. Fear was rising. The surety that I was insane washed over me in waves of numbness and color.
Chains, Energies and Ties Dropped Away
And then something died. Something howled out of me and died. And for a moment, I was dead.
Chains, energies, ties to past lives—I felt them all drop away. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Anything I had picked up in my readings and Deep Dives were cleaned out, including Trump’s energies. (This is why I will NEVER read explicitly on him or Deep Dive him again. The Wisdom came through and said that I should stay away at all costs.)
I eventually took a sedative and went to sleep. I woke up the next day feeling amazing. I called the doctor and what follows is a reenactment:
Me: “Some shit went down last night and my head was messed with.”
Doctor: “Yes, that’s the bacteria dying off affecting your brain. That shit will fuck you up.”
Me: “Are you fucking kidding me.”
Doctor: “I am not fucking kidding you.”
Me: “I feel like I should have been warned.”
Doctor: “It says here your symptoms are only experienced by around one percent of patients, so you know, it’s not listed among known side effects.”
Me: “I see.”
Doctor: “I also see.”
Me: “I want you to know this whole experience has been bullshit.”
I have deduced the saga of the UTI was not just something disruptive and annoying and painful; it was a doorway—a portal—and a way to undergo a massive energy clearing. If the flashes of my life are any indication, this was a clearing of my whole being. I am altered. I feel different. Lighter.
My Psychic Abilities Increased
My psychic abilities have only increased since that day. I feel as though I passed some kind of test, and then a door opened. I realize this sounds a bit nuts. But it’s real. The experience elevated me. Confirmation of this, without my prompting, was given by both Will the Witch Doctor and another healer I see.
So whether it was woo woo shit or mundane bacterial shit, I felt it. What’s really odd is that for the last two weeks, I’ve been dreaming of what I think are past lives. I keep dreaming of bits of mundane lives this week, and I remember them well. In one, I was a blonde female in a cobblestone market with a basket on her arm. That was the whole dream!
Last night, I was a girl in my uncle’s workroom as he made an Egyptian death mask. I’ve dreamed of her before. I’ve walked the banks of the Nile as this girl and watched builders building. I’ve walked past temples as her and shuddered because of my fear of the priests inside. This one HAS to be a past life. In last night’s dream, I was watching him work and then reached out my hand to touch the mask. He grabbed my fingers. That was the whole dream.
As I write this I have to wonder, was it from a bacterial die-off, antibiotics laced with something, and/or an energetic upgrade? I’ll never know. I DO know between this and the bad birth control pills I’ve had enough.
All I want now is a cold glass of champagne. And Sunday Brunch.
