Whenever
an unpleasant incident or painful event occurs, I look back for a
possible cause. As I have described in many other articles, there is
often an energy vampire in the case. Being weighed down by a black
cloud of bad energy and having had a jarring shock are other
frequently-occurring features.
I
have remembered a few more incidents; I am recounting these events in
the hope of helping people who have had similar experiences but have
not made the necessary connections.
I
will start with two similar unwelcome encounters.
The
first unwelcome person from the past
As
I have described in a previous previous article, I fell and shattered my
wrist after being in the company of an energy vampire.
People
were very kind and helpful while the break was mending: they packed
my shopping for me; I got a discount from one man just because my arm
was in a sling. Then it all changed.
I visited the fracture clinic several times, getting a different doctor on each occasion. The last one was South African; he had such a strong accent that it was difficult to understand what he was saying. I was not feeling well; I had trouble concentrating. Then he suddenly said something about my condition that made everything seem much worse. I left the clinic feeling shaken and vulnerable. The streets and the people in them seemed alien, hostile and sinister. I passed a group of teenage boys who laughed at me and said, “Look at her, she's got a broken arm.” I had to pack my shopping myself: the man on the till was detached and indifferent and ignored my struggles.
I visited the fracture clinic several times, getting a different doctor on each occasion. The last one was South African; he had such a strong accent that it was difficult to understand what he was saying. I was not feeling well; I had trouble concentrating. Then he suddenly said something about my condition that made everything seem much worse. I left the clinic feeling shaken and vulnerable. The streets and the people in them seemed alien, hostile and sinister. I passed a group of teenage boys who laughed at me and said, “Look at her, she's got a broken arm.” I had to pack my shopping myself: the man on the till was detached and indifferent and ignored my struggles.
Then, as I was
walking down a street near to home, I saw someone from the very
distant past in front of me, someone I didn't want to meet. Luckily,
he had not seen me; he was walking along as if in a trance. I went
off down a side street and reached home safely with no further
incidents.