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

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 with the orange cat. We named him "Copper" after Fox & the Hound. He became like a part of my own soul. 

Around the time I was 11 years old, i would be taking walks across town at night to see a friend or just to walk. I soon discover that Copper had been following me at night seemingly EVERY TIME i went out; keeping a little distance and watching to make sure i was safe. (What a sweetheart!) The problem is, on the couple days i began to notice this, i saw something vaguely with my soul & my mind's eye. In my mind's eye I saw a silver, very traditional type ufo, following my cat, like a plumbob. This scared the living hell out of me, and I couldn't tell: was he scared, too? Cat's instincts are known to be off the charts. The ship gave me overall a very negative feeling at first impression. 

Around this time frame, i took a walk at night and Copper was following me. I stopped as i noticed i was being watched, which was UNUSUAL because i grew up in a small town of a population of only 1,001. I could see and hear two rough men standing about 2 blocks away from us, talking about us, looking at the cat. It came to me that they wished harm on him. I couldn't imagine what type of harm, but i looked at my cat and swore right then & there 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, like he was my precious newborn baby girl or boy. I noticed the men became anxious and looked at a loss or distressed at this point. 

As for that mysterious 'spaceship' I thought maybe I saw from my mind: I truly wondered if the cat was aware of it. It almost seemed he was and this was a part of him, and a usual thing. On the other hand, I wondered if he was scared.

I made a promise that I swore nothing bad would happen to him, and if he didn't want to go on the ship that God himself couldn't make him. And if he did want the ship, that it would be the most positive experience! 

Later around this time- as the 'ship' entered my mind, I decided I had to protect this furry little Soul - even in death itself and beyond. I wanted his incarnations to match mine and always return to me or be able to find him. I started a white magic dance, chanting healing words of power. Making up a spell and the complete willpower and intent to draw him to me.

got the music in you baby tell me why 🎶🎵