My new adopted daughter asked me to help her while she was"dancing with the devil" as we called it. Meaning she had a job that was working for an elderly lady who was meaner than a junkyard dog.
I don't really use symbols much anymore but the one I will visualize is the power symbol that is a combination Usui reiki with the eternity symbol attached (from another tradition). It's a very powerful symbol. I use it for all distance work.
She needed the money but was sickened by this person (but that is not the topic here and she no longer works there). So I went there (from my chair) snd stood between her and this person.
The feedback was that this woman acted like a little girl.
But I tire easily when I do that, so I asked if I could make a foo dog for her protection and go lay down. So funny. I actually heard "what?". I squelched the urge to laugh and said "foo dog, I'm wearing out. Can I make her a foo dog to protect her and lie down? "I felt a humorous possitive response and formed a foo dog like one of the ones I have.
Now this preticular foo dog is about waist high with stand and is rosewood Burgundy.
I texted her and she was afraid. She said what I was doing was wonderful, she didn't belive any little fluffy dog could do the same. "FLUFFY DOG" I said and sent link. "This is a monster!". So she was OK with it and I went to bed.
Everything went just fine and she finished her work and went home. Too funny. I was talking to her on the phone and her 3 year old was growling at her. She was chastising him. I ask if he had ever done this before and she said no. I asked her not to send him to the corner. ..he probably saw the foo dog.
This 3 year old paints hour by hour and painted the foo dog. She called me and told me when they went to a flea market her son said pointing at a foo dog "mommys puppy". It was white. She said but the painting had a red foo dog with brow streaks. She also said he had rummaged though the Christmas supplies for red sparkle paint for the eyes.
So I sent her a picture of the actual foo dog I had and blew her away. She didn't know mine was antiqued red and had gem inset red eyes. I gave her that foo dog for her personal protection. When she brought it home...her son came running "my dream, my dream". Now he sits and paints by the foo fog.
We used him one more time with this womans husband when he decided not to pay for the work. This time I made him bigger. The husband paid for the work.
The foo dog that I formed went away after a few days.
Stephanie, I hope that you are keeping copies of your posts in a word processor file (that has a few redundant backups to prevent loss), because one day in the future, I would very much like to read your "collected stories" in a book.
What a lovely thing to say. Thank you. I think I will do that.
No...I WILL do that. I will do it today.
[COLOR="DarkRed"]edit: I have to tell you I again how much I appreciate your encouragement. I did contact Hay House last week about publishing a book or cd. And worked on my outline today. Now I will copy all of my posts and PMs for reference. Thank you .