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course you can,” I said. “Do I have your permission?”
    She nodded yes.
    I set up the massage table in the center of the room where the power converged. I smoothed the clean sheet and set a knee pillow in place.
    Maryka stood. Her uneven posture read uncertain. Muscles rippled in her thigh. She was nervous. Some of that would be the entity within her that felt me coming.
    Lost souls are like that. They’re often afraid. Fear is what traps them here. When they are caught, and confronted, it’s fear that makes them try to hide or cling to their host. They won’t fight, though.
    It’s the nonhumans that fight.
    She lay on the table. I tucked the pillow beneath her head and adjusted the knee support. I picked up my rattle and shook it as I hummed my power song to call in my helping spirits.
    We’re here…
    Yes. My faithful friends, my companions, and my allies in the Work. They honor me with their presence.
    Mother Mary had told me what I needed to do. The possessing spirit had to go and pass over into the Light. Maryka, the unwilling host, needed to be illuminated from within with the Divine Light of the Creator to clear out the sludge and residue of the possession. Her energetic body and spirit needed to be healed and repaired; the pieces of her soul that had been taken away as a child needed to be found and returned to her. Depossession is rarely quick. While the possessing entity may leave quickly, the clearing and healing work afterwards always takes time. It’s like taking out a bag of ripe garbage. The odor lingers and it takes time to air out. If a client has been possessed for a long time the symptoms, though diminished, may linger. Occasionally a client gets repossessed. That’s most often the result of not dealing with the spiritual issue that led to an intrusion in the first place, or not receiving proper healing.
    Some people don’t want to be depossessed.
    Not the case here.
    I shook the rattle and watched the rise and fall of her breathing deepen and slow as we both went into light trance. After doing the Work for as long as I have, my energy intermingles with my client’s (with their permission) and I help them relax and enter a shared trance so we can Work together.
    Shamans don’t heal. Shamans are channels for the spirits to come through to do the healing and to assist the client in doing their own healing. I felt my spirits close to me, as tangible any being of flesh and blood in the room, their power in me and through me. I felt the presence of Maryka’s companion spirits as well, could see them in the lumen of my mind’s eye, the shamanic vision, the coterie of loving and protective spirits that accompany all of us on our journey through the physical world. They were there to support her. When we do our work, the veil between the spirit world and ours grows thin and those helping beings can more easily cross to help us.
    I set my rattle down. With my eyes closed I held my hands in the energetic field over her body. My shamanic vision allows me to see in a different way. I felt the being lurking low in her belly. It was tightly furled up as they often are in my presence. These beings are full of fear. Sometimes they don’t know where they are or what they are. They know they’ve been caught doing something against the Universal Laws. Sometimes they don’t care.
    It looked like a black ball with a knurled surface twisting tightly into itself in reaction to my vision.
    “Maryka?” I said.
    She spoke in a subdued whisper. “Yes?”
    “I’m speaking to the True Maryka here, your True Self as you came into this flesh, the True Self never touched by the Darkness…Maryka, direct your attention to any feelings in your belly…do you feel something? A presence?”
    “Yes,” she said. “Low. In my belly.”
    “If it had a color, what color would it be?”
    A long pause. “Black. With red all through it.”
    “What does it feel like?”
    “Hate. Anger. And…it’s afraid now. He’s