The Day of the Astral Body Kidnappers by Carolyn Thompson

Little did I know how a simple day would put me face to face with astral body kidnappers, nor did I know they even existed!

During one hot muggy day in Anahola on the tropical island of Kauai, my son was taking a nap laid out on a soft blanket the floor. He looked so peaceful on the floor.

The weather on Kauai was such that most locals’ homes were single walls with Louvre windows. The small window panes can be angled to catch or regulate the incoming winds, the Kona winds or others.

Today the air was still and pleasant with windows wide open with no air was moving.  My son was sleeping in the middle of the living room in just his diapers as the temperature was just right.

I rushed around, trying to do all my chores before he woke up. For it was very hard to get anything done, he was just one and a half years old and loves all my attention. So this was my moment to wash clothes, change the sheets on beds, sweep in between, clean the bathroom and pick up along the way.

After about one and a half hours, I sat down in the living room and decided I did enough, other than complete the drying clothes. I sat there and went in to meditation, feet up and relaxing.

After about a 45 minute meditation, I looked at my son. Why was he sleeping so long? It’s now been almost three hours. Should I wake him up? Then I entertained other thoughts of lists to do. My time was precious when my son was sleeping. A young child like him was full of wandering, curiosity and getting in to things. I wanted to be present for his explorations.

Still my son, slept. Nearing the three hour mark, he started to groan and make quiet noises, seemingly to struggle. I tried to wake him up, but he would not wake up.

More grunts and moans made me really look at him carefully.

I watched, I tuned in to his soul. He felt my connection and his arms started to move a bit, but he did not open his eyes.

Inside my son was in danger of some kind. With my shamanic eyes I could see my son being held by an arm and going backwards fast. He looked scared and wanting to grab me.

What I saw freaked me out for I was watching three entities taking his astral body far away. It looked like they were taking him down a funnel. Two of the entities were pawns and the third was a Kahuna I knew all too well. They were intending to take him. My son could not break free.

Those of you who are mothers, know what comes when your child is threatened, the Bear Mom comes forward!

I was going to get him, his astral essence, at all costs.

But how? Entering the astral plane, I reached to grab him but they were moving all too fast away from me. I tried all that I knew. Nothing was working.

I was now becoming scared, I felt unprepared, but I know those thoughts are worthless in this situation, so I stopped to just tune in to what I could do. I centered to calm. In that moment of stillness, I understood ‘to use my breath’.

I started taking deep breaths and exhaling, with each inhale breath I started drawing my son’s essence towards me. In the third deep inhale, my son’s astral body snapped free from the arm and towards me, instantly back inside my son (body) who was in my physical arms.

He suddenly woke up, nearly crying and looking terrorized. He looked at me with eyes I can remember to this day. He clung to me the rest of the day with his head sunk in to my chest. I too clung to him and my mind went wild with what had happened. I sang to him and read him a book working to take both our minds off of what just occurred.

Subtle Energy

His emotions put me in to this very child-like mode of wonder, that I really knew nothing, even with the talents I could use, that there was so much more to our world than anyone thinks. I cried and then, got angry at the man who started this snatching, won’t happen again, I said.  Then I let it all go.

This man was someone I knew so very well and had spent time with him as his lady had been my roommate prior to this. This self made Kahuna is a bit crazy, and lacking in any courtesy other than serving himself. He was doing this out of spite. He used to be my son’s fathers close friend, yet began running his old ha’ole (white) prejudice scripts, just he wanted to manipulate.

During their friendship, this kahuna told my son’s dad, that his mother had figured out how to defeat his astral pranks and that was by using mirrors, like placing a mirror in front of the aggressor.

So in my shamanic state, I place our entire home in a large bubble of golden light and placed on the outside of this bubble a mirror coating that faced outward. It acts like an invisibility cloak, but also confuses the seeker as all they see is their self. I placed within this intention/ thoughtform, that he could no longer access anyone in this home or anyone inside, and could not come close to our home, physically.

I made this image strong as this was not the first time he had threatened me. He knew how powerful I was and so he certainly took me for that warrior energy to confront. Or maybe he was just some astral bully! I was now living in a home he once lived in and he wanted to dismantle it all. He was dead serious. (but misdirected)

I will not tell you how our friendship got to this point, although perhaps in time, as it is a long story. But I do not suffer fools and I will defend my family in ways that will surprise anyone. I will play for a while but when fools get cocky, I end the game. It’s not ‘to win’.  It is ‘to stop’.

Learning On the Job

This was something I had never encountered, something new. Life teaches us along the way and we’re given no real user manual for life so we all wing it.

I had already worked with many clients performing soul retrievals, but never one in-progress like this. Oh my gosh, my own infant son!

Most soul retrievals are where someone puts a fragment of their soul out of reach, to protect that aspect from harm as they had encountered some trauma, like rape, physical or emotional harm, or something very shocking. It is something that unique individual does quite naturally when there is a point, a time when it is just done out of self preservation.

Kumu Connection

When I do not know how to proceed, I tune in to my inner self, my higher self, for guidance. I had to listen in a centered way in that moment to find the right way to deal with it. This is how it is done and done right.

I had been studying a few years with Aunty Margaret Machado, a Kahuna Haha, a diagnostician, and she had told me a few things about the breath, Ha, in the Hawaiian languageThe breath is sacred and considered a life force in many ways. Aunty Margaret was my Kumu for the Hawaiian healing arts, my teacher. She also healed me in many ways.

Through her breath as in native Hawaiian kiss, Honi, she shared with me her mana, her essence and it was a bonding. This was her blessing to me to do and teach her work that I was learning from her.

When I needed her advise, I could access her now through this union. She lived on the Big Island of Hawaii and I was on Kauai. Many times while working on someone with Hawaiian Lomilomi {the native Hawaiian medical massage and energy work} I would hear her tell me what I could do next. For in doing the work there are always more lessons.

Aunty Margaret had not formally taught me to use my breath in this way, on this day. She came to me in that tiny moment when I was quieting myself when I saw her and heard ‘breath’. It was in that instant that I now knew exactly what to do and started breathing with all my power. I had never done it before, but somehow I knew.

Breath is Life

Breath is the air going in and out of our lungs, but our understanding of air is limited. We tend to talk of its known ingredients and how it moves around. How it feeds our blood oxygen and other elements and keep things flowing. There may be much more to air than what our present day science teaches us. Air has within it etheric energies.

In this day of the astral body kidnapping, I was breathing in to retrieve my son’s astral body. The inhale was pulling like a huge suction which was successful.

Little did I know that day, that my son was going to include me on many other adventures of this kind! But that day, all I felt in the end was my deep love for this tiny soul and I wanted to offer my best support to him always!

~ Carolyn Thompson

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