Journey of a Soul

Chapter 12

Feeling better than she had in weeks, Lexi woke up with a tingling sensation in her gut. The kind of feeling you have when something good is about to happen. Not quite excitement, but a feeling you get when you have a great idea, and your body responds with a release of endorphins. The emotion of pure glee. She intuitively felt that she was going to be able to save Susannah's soul. Now all she had to do was figure out how.

Feeling back to her old self, she had a shower and got dressed. Lexi loved getting up in the morning because any day of the week, she could dress like a princess. No one at work would even blink an eye that she dressed up like she was going out to a New Year's Eve party. In the fashion industry, anything went, and the fancier, the better!

Walking to work, Lexi took a breath of the fresh, crisp air. She took notice of how the trees in Central Park had changed colors and were losing most of their leaves.

Diving right into her work, Lexi didn't see the email from Tamara in her inbox until after her lunch break. Clicking the email, she saw it was a long note, starting with. . . Maybe read this at home when you have a bit of time. Luv ya. If you need to talk about it, call me. Tamara.

Not having the time right now, she closed the message and continued drawing her newest fashion design, secretly wishing that it was going to start a whole new trend.

After work, Lexi stopped by her mom's and didn't get home until later in the evening. As she got ready for bed, she remembered Tamara's email. Bringing her iPad to bed with her, she opened the email from Tamara and read it.

Lexi, this eerie thought won't get out of my head ever since you told me the dream you had of your sister and the dark entities reaching for her. This is an experience I had once, and I think you need to understand how important it is to save your sister.

The first time I listened to Reverend Weston Bailey, I was mesmerized by two humongous angels, one on each side of him that stood so big that all I could see were their wings. Their heads were through the ceiling into the next floor above us and their legs below us, massive angels with whitish-grey wings.

Every few months, back in the early 2000s, Reverend Bailey would come over from Sacramento and do evening talks about the dark side of spirits.

That morning, he was going to share his experiences on how to deal with dark energy and needed a volunteer. Up went my hand.

That night I went to bed dreaming about those angels, awakening to the most horrible dream about my dad. Crying, I knew what I had to work on with Reverend Bailey.

Without putting on make-up or doing my hair, I went to the class. Sitting in a La-Z-Boy chair, I listened to Reverend Bailey as he talked about performing exorcisms. Then he asked me to tell them all about the dream I had last night.

I dreamt last night about my biological dad. I call him biological since Dad means love to me. At the age of ten, he had tried to assault me sexually. Failing, to my blessing, but tormenting my mind up until this day. The dream symbolically told me that I was to clear this energy of him.

Through tears, I remember the look on Reverend Bailey's face that morning when I told him and the rest of the room what I had to work on, it was the look of fortitude.

Some of what I experienced that morning is a blur (most of the stuff about my dad). But I do remember Reverend Bailey speaking to a memory I had of being a black man in a past life. Running for my life because I was being chased for stealing bread for my family. A spear had punctured through my flesh in the upper chest and killed me. Reverend Bailey supernaturally removed the weapon from my shoulder, and all my real-life pain was gone.

The next thing I remember, Reverend Bailey was talking to a spirit and asked me if it was okay to remove the spirit. A spirit in my body? Of course, I said, "YES!" Within seconds my body started to convulse and shake in the chair as if I had an epileptic fit. The spirit was leaving my body, but not without me feeling it leave.

Exhausted after the experience, I was excused from the room to go to the bathroom.

Not believing what had just happened, I kept shaking my head. "How is it possible? It isn't." I kept saying to myself. "But, I felt it!" Repeating this thought over and over to myself, I went back into the room to watch what he did with the other people.

Lexi, when you are ready to chat, call me, and we can set up a time to help Susannah as fast as possible. The thought of dark entities going after her is disturbing as Hell.

Lexi was gobsmacked, flabbergasted, not sure if words could describe how she felt about what she had just read. She had come to trust Tamara in the days she had known her, and if these were her experiences, she believed them. Oh my God, we have to save Susannah and fast!