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