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 🎶🎵