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afraid of you.”
    “It’s a he?”
    “Yes.”
    “I want you to move your True Self to one side, Maryka. I want to speak to that male energy there. I want you to listen to him and to tell me what he says. Will you do that?”
    Another long pause. “Yes. I’ll do it.”
    “Just say the first thing you hear or feel. Don’t edit or elaborate.”
    “I understand.”
    The ball drew itself even tighter.
    “My name is Marius Winter,” I said. “Do you have a name?”
    Maryka twitched. “He doesn’t want to tell you.”
    “Thank you, Maryka. Spirit, do you know where you are?”
    “Yes,” she said. “He knows.”
    “Do you understand that you’re not in your body? Your body is gone. Do you know that you’ve died?”
    “He knows where he is.”
    “What do you get from Maryka by staying in her body?”
    She shuddered. “He gets to own me. Control me. Forever.”
    “He doesn’t own you, Maryka. He doesn’t get to control you. Not now, not ever. He can’t do that. It’s time for him to go.”
    “He’s afraid now,” she said. “He doesn’t want to go to Hell. He knows he was bad…”
    “He won’t go to Hell,” I said. “He can choose to go into the forgiveness of the Light. He could have gone before. He can go now. It’s time to go.”
    “How do you know?”
    “I’ve been to Hell,” I said. “He doesn’t have to go there. He can choose to pass into the Light right now.”
    My arm throbbed. I’d been injured there on an excursion to Hell. It wasn’t a trip I’d undertake lightly. I was glad it wasn’t called for today.
    “He can go now,” I said. I silently called on the Angels of the Crossing, and with my shamanic vision, I saw the Great Gates of the Crossing swing wide, the brilliance of the Light behind it bursting free, and the Angels of the Crossing standing there, the mighty Warriors of Light who guard souls in transition from this world to the next.
    “He sees them,” Maryka whispered. “Above him…he sees them…and the Gates…”
    “Does he see someone there in the Gate waiting for him?”
    I could see, but it’s important for the client to participate in the process. It’s a way of reclaiming power and soul-energy stolen by the possessing being, and it’s the most direct way to involve the client in their own healing.
    Her voice shook with emotion. “He sees his mother…my granny…she’s there and she’s calling to him, telling him he’s forgiven…”
    “He can go to her now…it’s time for him to go…”
    I watched the Unfurling, when the tight capsule a frightened lost soul draws tight around itself begins to open as a flower unfurls in the light of the sun. The black ball unfurled into the gray shadow of a man, dim, the face twisted and thin lips pinched tight, rising like a smoke from water towards the Gates. The Angels of the Crossing drew close, both to guard him and to keep him going in the right direction. Now Maryka’s father sped towards the Light. I saw him illuminated with the Light of the Creator and the beginning of The Transformation, the burning away of his transgressions, and he turned just then, with sadness and regret across his face, mouthing the words “I’m sorry…” before the Light filled him and transformed him—
    —and he crossed, into the arms of those waiting for him on The Other Side.
    The Angels of the Crossing turned and looked at me, as they always did, and nodded. Then the great doors swung shut.
    It was over.
    For him.
    Maryka shuddered and opened her eyes. I shook my rattle over her energy field and studied the aftermath written there. There was residue. She’d have a lingering sense of the presence for awhile. Deep tears in the energetic body around the second chakra, the seat of sex, that would need to heal before she could enter into healthy sexual relations again. This was the arena of Mother Mary, and I felt her Divine Presence swell in the room.
    She’s always near when there’s healing to be done.
    I saw Her