A Journey of Transformation (e.g. Plott)

In the midst of an ordinary high school class, I was unexpectedly reunited with a spirit from my childhood—my husband. It had been years since I felt his presence, and yet there he was, dressed in all black, appearing suddenly behind me. I sensed that this encounter would be profound.

He approached me, placing his hands on either side of my hands, and whispered, “You’ll never be the same.” With that, he unleashed a wave of energy that began to dismantle my physical form. What started as a gentle unwinding turned into an intense ordeal, each part of my body subjected to unimaginable torment. I felt every sensation as if it were real, yet I remained still, rooted in place by a mixture of love and jealousy.

The pain escalated until I reached a breaking point when he struck my knees with a force that shattered them. The shock resonated through me, yet I remained silent, the teacher oblivious to my suffering. Once it ended, I struggled to stand, tears streaming down my face as I sought help, masking the true source of my distress.

During this harrowing experience, he revealed glimpses of my future—wispy images flashing before my eyes. I saw a UFO, and within its presence, an angelic figure emerged, embodying my higher self. Surrounded by ethereal posts with piercing blue eyes, I understood the weight of my journey toward healing.

I collapsed in the hallway, awakening to concern from a classmate. Later, a doctor discovered I was on the brink of death due to a bleeding stomach, leading to a diagnosis of Henoch-Schönlein purpura. For months, I was paralyzed, but this painful chapter ultimately transformed me.

This experience was my greatest teacher. It fast-tracked my spiritual evolution, reconnecting me with the warrior and healer I was meant to be. I gained an intimate understanding of anatomy and energy healing, able to communicate insights to medical professionals that stemmed from my own body’s reactions.

Today, I possess a profound ability to heal, a gift cultivated through pain and resilience. My journey has shaped me into someone capable of transforming suffering into strength, guiding others on their paths to wellness. This is the legacy of that encounter—a reminder of the power within us to heal, grow, and transcend.

Revised by Erik G Plott
To read the original version written by Xhuki which is the more graphic version, click here: Me Circa 2007

Circa 2007 (written by Xhuki)

So, my husband, the spirit that came to me as child, appeared behind me one day during a normal class in high school.

I hadn't seen him or heard from him IN YEARS, so long, since I was just a little gurl. Of course I yearned for him and remembered him. But he was dressed in all black ninja clothes, and came suddenly, running behind me. And I knew what this meant.

He came to deliver a "special" type of gift to me. It was to be damage. I didn't run. I sat and let him. He came up to me, put both hands astrally on either side of mine and grabbed me this way saying "you'll never be the same".

Then he began. Astrally, using only [his] energy he began to slowly desecrate and destroy my body. He started with a gentle unwinding through my lips, but started the process indefinitely on my legs. A blade was cast through each of my calf muscles, one, then the other- to the bone. I didn't move a muscle.

He spread to the rest of my body, my wrists, my ankles, every organ had some extreme form of torture or damage done to it's anatomy. I felt the pain as if it was really happening in those moments physically. It was not dulled at all. This lasted about 15 minutes, of every body part taking it's rep, being destroyed.

I remember when he got to my knees. A break happened in the routine. It got suspiciously quiet, I knew and figured he held a giant weapon on them, ready to strike. I could never have been more right. BAM. There it went, a hammer blow to each knee cap, popping them out, and in. They crashed and shattered with a PAIN I will never forget. The dull ache of the shock was resounding. I don't know how I managed to hold still.

I was only SO jealous over this man, he was my Love, my secret. I didn't want anyone knowing about this special one in my life, for fear of loosing or sharing him. I was jealous of the air he breathed, and that's what held me so still in my chair, unable to give any sign to the world of what was happening. The teacher droned on.

After it was over, I finally decided to get up and crawl out of my chair to the back of the room to the teacher. I had a single tear wet on my cheeks. I managed to ask if I could go to the bathroom or the nurses station cause I had a headache, I barely remember what I said.

Also during the process, he showed a encyclopedia to me & had me guess the pages. We landed on the same page.  Again. Again. He showed me my future in wispy, foggy images flashing before me. He appeared to me in a giant, green almost alien looking 👽 head, that got bigger and bigger until I was honest with

it that I thought it was God; but not really, I only thought he was MUCH more intelligent than me, like a God, and that I felt immense Fear. After the fear spread I said ok that's too much
They will feel us, a little, but not too much.

I saw clearly a UFO above me. With a black demon with large curling horns standing next to and supporting an Angel, a lady in all white, beautiful serene & innocent. That angel of a woman was me. My higher self. Or real self.
Surrounding the pair on either side, were two what looked like construction posts. Those rounded slabs of concrete that stick out of the ground(?) One each of those was on either side of us. They had a blue, angelic pair of eyes on themselves.
The posts were white, the blue eyes gazed down at me seeming to look into my very soul, and what it took to get to Heaven. They would not accept less from me.

I collapsed in the hallway. I woke up to my mother's voice. A girl found me, "oh my God, do you need help?!" She asked me, carrying my books.

Later it was found that I almost died and would have been dead within a week because my stomach was bleeding (of course it was) but this was only found because my rheumatologist was an expert at war veterans, and saw that my eyes were jaundiced, which hinted at a bleeding stomach. He was right. I was diagnosed with HSP. Henoch-Schönlein purpura. I was basically paralyzed for four months and couldn't walk, obviously from the damage done to my legs.

But no one knew the real story. I kept it inside. The pain was unimaginable.

This was my biggest life lesson and fast-tracked me to my current level, the one I left off on in my past life-- in Sumeria.

The point was to turn me into a warrior; & a Healer. I understood anatomy after that to a T. To this day still saying things to nurses & doctors about "you know what potassium is really for...." Or "the fibers in that cloth... They are ** and ** aren't they?" I can tell because of my body's reaction to it.

I have an innate ability to heal. I master energy like a second coming of the Christ. I could open a shop where I heal any ailment. They is how good this event pretty much made me. It taught me almost everything I know and everything I am these days.

To read the revised version of this story, check out Erikk G Plott's rendering of it here: A Journey of Transformation

Immortal Souls

When I was a little girl, (age unknown although it was below 10), I told my mom something extraordinary.

--and I told her with telepathy.

I used to observe my mom. And I realized that she was traumatized from some physical pain. She used to shake and hold in her emotions, but I could tell.

I waited years until the right time,... One night it felt right, and I secured some alone time with her as she came to tuck me in.

She sat on my bed while I laid there. I put a tiny hand up to her temple and telepathed her:

"Mom. I want to heal you. I am very, very old. 1000s of years old."

She heard me, and leaned herself into my hand, letting me absorb her pain.

After I felt it, and the scope of what she was facing, I telepathed "thankyou" and slowly put my hand away.

the significance of this blog post is that, this is a physical real world event that i can use to prove of something: by simply asking my mom if she remembers. I have outside validation and proof this way that I had remembered where I came from. I was born with certain memories of my past before I was born as this person. I knew the place, the spirit realm I had come from, and I remember being picked for my mission to heal my mom. This is how i had known i was 1000s of years old, although the real word i wanted to use was "millions" but i didn't want to scare her. I wasn't so sure of her spiritual capacity at that point yet in our lives, so i dialed it down a little and merely told her of my existence being 1000s of years old, and that i had come in with this knowledge and not forgotten it.

We are eternal soul beings. Of immense freedom & support to one another when we are in the spirit realm. There is no reason to fear death. And if this example is not proof enough, i have more coming in my future blogs.

--Xhuki

"I'm testing the limits of what a mind can do"

                                                          -21 Pilots

And a Promise

The promise I made was to the sweetest gem I could ever have found—my "jewel"—Bijou. She was a special case, a puppy mill rescue, and they planned to put her down if she couldn’t rehabilitate in our home.

Days passed, and Bijou lay by her food and water bowls, untouched, trembling as if she believed that merely touching them would bring her punishment. It seemed she would rather perish than confront the risky, untrustworthy humans surrounding her. I was just ten years old.

I loved this dog dearly; we all did. Yet, I couldn't get her to eat or drink. I heard my parents discussing her fate in hushed tones, their distress echoing through the kitchen while I sat beside her, heart heavy.

In that moment, I realized that life is a game ruled by fear. Every choice people make is driven by it, easily swayed into decisions that cause harm rather than good. Fear governs us all.

With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I tiptoed down the staircase. Halfway down, determination surged within me. I understood Bijou. They were trying to play her life as if it were a mere game. She seemed to believe she deserved nothing, perhaps even worse. How could anyone have made her feel that way? She was a beautiful, precious soul in danger.

I sat beside her, gently pulling her into my lap, offering her food and showing her how to drink from the water bowl. In that moment, she looked at me as if I were an angel. We made eye contact—her eyes were filled with trauma, shaking and unfocused, yet I saw the stars reflected within them. In her big brown eyes, the galaxies themselves shone.

I made a promise then: I would make her my baby one day. I envisioned those eyes transformed into a beautiful human girl, the most stunning being in the universe, cherished by many. My mission was clear: I had to bring her into this world and, from there, take her to space. I saw it in her eyes—this was my destiny.

I vowed that I would not leave her to die; I would take her to space, where we would all be together forever. I promised to God Himself, my fingers uncrossed to show my sincerity.

And that is the story of my gem, my Bijou.

born a Jew so she a gemmy 🎵🎶

An Oath

I became very close to the orange cat. We named him Copper after Fox & the Hound. He became like my own soul. 

As i became to be maybe 11 years old, sometimes i would take walks across town at night to go see a friend or get something, or just to walk. I soon discovered that Copper had been following me at night EVERY TIME i went out, keeping a little distance and watching to make sure i was safe. What a sweet baby! The problem is, on the couple days i began to notice this, i saw vaguely in my mind's eye again a silver, very traditional type ufo, following above my cat Copper like a plumbob with a crane neck going down it. This scared the living hell out of me, and the Cat seemed scared by it too, although dually he seemed to be one with it, in shadow, his Great Secret (not unlike the one i had).

Right around this time frame, i took a walk at night and Copper was following me. I stopped as i noticed i was being watched, this was UNUSUAL because i grew up in a small town of a population of only 1,001. I could see and hear two rough, grimy type men standing maybe 2 blocks away from us, looking at the Cat, talking about Us. They wished harm on my cat. It came to me powerful, giving me chills as it set in. I couldn't imagine what type of harm, but i looked at my cat and swore right then that i was making to him more than a promise that i would protect him, that if anything was going on with him, i would be right there with him and fight my hardest and take the hits for him as if he was a precious newborn baby girl or boy to me. The men became afraid.

This wasn't the only time i noticed men in the shadows, gangstalking us. I always sent them threats.

As for the mysterious spaceship, i kept seeing it in my mind's eye. My cat seemed to say "save me" yet understood where it was taking him. Or wanted to take him/do with him. He tried to tell me like it was a secret. I promised it'd be something amazing, it'd be something safe, that God himself couldn't stop it if i needed to protect you from something bad. And that i'd go in your place and recruit the entire universe of good to protect you. Then Copper calmed down.

I also did the best i could to promise him that his soul was MINE, i decided one day at the young age of 11 to reincarnate and control the reincarnations any way possible of this soul. i began doing a white magic voodoo chant. it was natural to me. I drew his/her soul into mine. Promised i'd stay there forever.

got the music in you baby tell me why 🎶🎵

The Lion King & the Fallen God's Chariot Ride

So the story that started it all.

I was just 3 and a half years old, my family had just moved to a new house in a new town. We decided one day to get a cat, a very special cat who is still in my life (yes, believe). I found myself on a sunny farm one day. We went to see a new liter, the mom & her babies. They were all orange little squishballs of perfection. I was so excited to finally be getting a cat, a living animal, because i was tired of playing with my baby dolls, who although i used to love to play with them, had been leaving me feeling a little wanting lately, as they felt "empty" to me, and i wished i had something more like a real baby to practice on, that responded to me and had real life force inside of it. So when i found out about the cat, of course i wanted a girl so she could be my baby doll.

So i go out with this in my mind and mind you i'm only 3 & a half, so tantrums still being a thing. 😅 I had my mind set on getting a girl, i didn't imagine it any other way.

My family, brother, sister, dad, mom.... and I peer down into the little pen. I want this one, look at that one, 

OHH! Look at that one!

The cutest one ever!

WOW the best one there is

That one is _______

Oh my goodness, so _____

My whole family suddenly started exploding, using words i can't quite recall to describe what sounded like an absolute gem. I mean the baddest baddies of cats, but in the purest, most delightful gift-from-god way.

I looked around, where, where was this amazing creature?

My face fell.

THAT one? I looked up at my family, my jaw dropped,... that one?

You seriously are all talking about HIM?!

There was a boy right amongst the pack, lying amongst his brothers and sisters who were innocently and sweetly trying to nap, or nurse. Kicking the living shit out of them. He had these big rabbit feet, just swinging and kicking. He looked like he knew what he was doing. Kicking the shit out of his mom as well, the poor creature only managed to birth and nurse him, and he had the nerve to kick her?!

Oh no i thought.

Oh no, no no.... this is going very wrong. 

I wanted a docile creature to nurse and rock. This guy was from a different planet. 😂 Literally.

we go to grab the cat and start walking towards the car again, a voice suddenly SCREAMS out from the sky "Get that cat! Don't leave without The Cat! YOU CAN'T -DO- IT WITHOUT THE CAT! He's a KING!!!"

i looked around, into the direction in the sky the voice had come from. It sounded like someone used a speaker phone from the sky. In my mind's eye i suddenly saw a ship.... A basic round, silver, circular UAP.

Inside was a man. He sat on a basic, humble, wooden throne with no carvings or etchings. Two men stood on either side, flanking him as if for duty. A white blanket covered him.

I understood instantly why the blanket covered him. It was the highest form of respect and all they could do for him. His body was burned, red, charred.... A tragedy so deep i was immediately paralyzed & forever changed,... but i understood how much PRIDE was in this entire situation. This man had brought the world to it's knees. That's all this could mean. He was obviously a King himself, having seated on the throne. I knew he was coming from the future. Or should i say "them". I so focus on only this man..... "That's my husband." I thought. Could it be... A King that had brought the World to it's knees? A world of criminality, depravity, and torture hidden amongst its ranks? A world of rare jewels and innocence living precariously and half-heartedly amongst all those said things that could happen to a person. My mind raced.

To stand out in this world like this, to attract this kind of attention. To live safe in this world, you must keep your head down. And even then there are no guarantees. But this. To stand out like such a blazing torch of anti-conformity to the old ways.... could you really do it? Could you really walk this path? I was 3 and a half years old. I saw what was my destiny, and being asked of me, and was possible my future. This King... IS my husband. My heart broke. I never, in all my  years, felt such sadness. I couldn't bear to see him, yet i couldn't look away cause i yearned and i loved him so... the yearning was unimaginable. So was the feeling of agony over his loss & his state of being at this time, having won the battle of the Earth. Here is an excerpt a dear friend wrote, 

The fallen god's chariot ride is actually a metaphor for his internal experience, a nostalgic recollection of flight, fueled by his vivid imagination. The loss of his physical sight and wings as he burned entering and in reality creating the carbonised plane of existence called Earth.. only amplifies his reliance on the faculty of imagination, which ultimately gives rise to the manifestation of infinite forms of manifest reality. ...Hathor's gentle gesture as a soothing balm stroking his back where once wings had been... Soothes the solar gods emotional and physical pain..(right hemisphere to left hemisphere interaction) ....inside the chariot he begins to imagine he can fly once again and relives the Golden Age once more within Gan Keshet (cerebrospinal centre).

It's a poignant tale of rebellion and self-sacrifice... The notion that the fallen angel or solar Gods..defiance was motivated by a desire to aid humanity rather than defy God as the central energy challenges traditional notions of his character. The imagery of God weeping over the fallen angel's fate suggests a deep sense of sorrow and regret, underscoring the magnitude of the fallen angel's sacrifice. 

(Central fountain)

Cosmic Light

Watch this short video to glimpse a photo of my birth mark, which is in the clear shape of a solar system, also the shape of a eternity symbol, with stars & planets & a sun and shaded background. It is a star map. ✨ 

Cosmic Light

Sumerian Pt. II

So this Male Voice of mine was a dear secret friend. And mind you, i didn't hear the voice in my hear. I wasn't hearing voices in my head.

I Could hear him coming from outside my head. Speaking physically as if near me. That and that i could feel him touch me was of course one of the ways i knew 100% it was real. A real encounter with a outside, highly advanced Ancient being who loved me and was a male warrior. I wondered what he wanted with me. But my next story adds some insight into that..

I was groomed by Him. I know with all going on in Hollywood right now, that this does not warrant a 'good' term or sound so very good.

But i didn't mind. I was also very advanced for my age, starting at age 3 (**coming in next blog), even though i was just a little girl.

We had many encounters where i could tell He was romantically in love with me.

I saw what he looked like one day. A blonde, skinny, attractive man in his 20s. He came to me and sat on a rock, and we had a private encounter.

I'm not going to speak about the encounter, because it is private, but in the end of it i told him "You wouldn't hurt me like you say you would, you are in love with me. You love me because of my Heart."

He had warned me that if i don't stop asking him something, there would be consequences.

As i said, groomed.

(**Wait till next blog to find out deeper, about this mysterious Figure, and its impact in my life. A story you wouldn't believe. I have stories to tell you that set this world ablaze with magic, mystery, ancient beings, warriors, and intrigue -Chuki.)

Sumerian

This all started when I was young. I had a friend and a voice that would accompany me, and appear in my room.

I know i was younger than 6 when this started happening, as i lost the ability to hear the Voice as i got a little older, maybe around 8. The last day i heard it, i thought, i'm going to go down and tell my mom, i want to show her something real positive, something about Spirit being involved, and for her to feel good. So i should share my sunshine with her. In doing this i figured the Voice would be a little possessive, and sad that i had shared Him with the world, but i thought he would understand it was a weighed con and worth it because it was my mom. But i figured, "this'll probably be the last time or the last times that i hear this voice. As i'm getting older, i know i will loose the connection when i[m older, as children can't always keep their strong connection to spirit.

I was right. That ended up being the very last time i ever heard from my friend, the Sumerian Voice..

when i told my mom about it, she said "Yeah, i heard about that. They call it "The Voice of God" Note: I looked up later in life, in my 20s and found out there is a thing called The Voice of God technology. So me telling my Mom this in the 90s and her having that response is amazing!

Anyways, we didn't get internet in our house until it started becoming available around 1997. I was born dec 17, 1989, so I age in constant with the years. For example, i was 7 in 1997, etc.

So me hearing this disembodied spirit voice was already happening BEFORE 1997, and i got internet.

That means: I DID NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO LOOK IT UP**.

I have strong instincts. I got this feeling, the language he is speaking in is not English. Its a dead language.... "It's Sumerian" I said. Had i ever heard this word from an adult or anywhere else before? No way! Could i look up on the internet that the oldest known language is Sumerian? No! Internet wasn't even available. 

But I dead on had it come to me. "It's Sumerian." Thats how i know that, because later when we got internet and i got to be a teenager, i could look and had of course heard that Sumerian was the oldest known language. It dropped in the core of my stomach like a sweet, heavy fruit. I was right. I had been right in in tuning the language of my long lost Voice: My Love!

I loved this Voice very much. It was an ancient.... Ancient male warrior. He was very strong. So much so it scared me much and i thought "getting close to you is going to hurt. It's going to hurt me one day. But you know what, you deserve that because YOU are a warrior, and i wouldn't leave you alone, and i Love you, and if i ever tried to run, i would not, and if i felt the need, i would come clearly to you and tell you first. I am loyal. I am here. I will go through the ends of the earth, your past, your present, your future, and all your pains with you.

This thing was the light of my life. (and also had become and always been the Love of my Life.) It was my secret to keep from my friends, to keep from the world. I would never tell until the time was right if it benefited him & I, our mission, and the world at larger.

I lived two lives. one everyone saw and knew, a normal happy, busy kid of the 90s with friends and a family.

But when i'd be alone in my room sometimes i lived a double life.

He would come to me suddenly, one day i remember distinctly thinking, everyone makes fun of everyone.

i just got this new makeup. I want to put it on with Jadan (name changed to protect identity) and i also want to share it with other girls, but she would probably be mean and horde it between us and make fun of me if i don't act like i'm better, if i don't act like i'm an expert at this make up. Everyone makes fun of everyone, to get along with Jadan and continue being best friends, maybe i should consider stooping... maybe i need to make fun of people with her, and be like her

NO !!! The Voice came in; HE SEEMED TO SAY!

He gave me a big, warm hug. I could feel his heat and power. He wrapped me in the warmest embrace i will never forget, and told me in Sumerian "No... You stay Open. You Stay You." It's very important, he seemed to say.

I can only imagine at what was actually being said in Sumerian. The worlds were clear and deep, the enticing way of a warrior sounding through them as always.

I will never forget this experience