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

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)