I remember meeting J’ton at a Lone Star Dowsers meeting back in the early 90s. She had only recently escaped “Frankenstein”, her abusive husband. She had also only recently left exotic dancing as a way of making a living. Having been living on the razor’s edge for so many years, and having already had one near death experience, she had already processed so much of her shadow. I found in her a very evolved person. In subsequent months I helped her through withdrawal from marijuana… quite without knowing it; I just knew I had to call her at a given time.
Over time, she processed through what she had gone through with “Frankenstein” and quit feeding the negativity with that nickname. She processed further difficulties with “frenemies” and toxic relatives, learning to cut the toxicity out of her life. I applauded as she kicked manipulators and thieves to the curb, chewing them out as she did so.
Our typical means of hanging out was over the phone… we’d have marathon conversations covering hundreds of topics, from the most spiritual stuff to the basics of painting the living room or the finer points of gardening. We went through Reiki and Johrei training together. We were each other’s best teachers and shrinks.
Coming up, we were both latchkey kids, except I had both of my parents, and she only had her mother, two sisters and brother. Her mom was an advocate for her kids, but admittedly not much of a parent… they didn’t have birth control back in the the 1950s, and this woman certainly would have used it if it had been available. As it was, the lady was stuck rearing 4 kids solo back when women didn’t really have many career options. Once the father walked out, her mom had to go from cleaning offices, to secretarial work for a homebuilder, and ultimately to becoming a realtor; she wasn’t around the house to do much parenting so she drilled it into the kids that they’d better not get into any trouble. My friend’s overall feeling of the situation was that she and her siblings would not have been born had her mother had a choice… a feeling of abandonment in the womb.
She went from being an “A” student in high school that took mostly classes where she DIDN’T know the subject matter. She went to work for several drug stores. She got good at accounting.
She got married, then divorced, then married a guy that had previously taken revenge on her behalf after he had gotten out of prison… that was “Frankenstein”. You see, back when J’ton was all of 12, she went to a friend’s house and the friend’s high-school age older sister was having a big party. A group of these older boys took J’ton out into the boonies and gang-raped her. J’ton was so socially astute at that time, that she managed to convince her rapists to deliver back home to her house instead of killing her and dumping her body out in some field.
When “Frankenstein” got out of juvenile prison for some other crime, he made contact with her, and promptly began hunting these rapists down one by one, first stalking and terrorizing them, then ultimately at least beating them to a pudding, crippling them. She married that guy and spent years working off what must have been lifetimes of bad karmas. She was beaten, browbeaten and threatened. She paid the bills in the household… this is when she got into exotic dancing, since working for a drugstore didn’t make much money. Granted, she only worked at high end clubs on the far end of town from where she lived. She bought herself an RV as a potential escape vehicle. She went fishing to get away from it all. During this time, she became addicted to heroine, pot, and barbiturates. She went through two abortions and one tubal pregnancy… which was the only point when Frankenstein ever showed her any compassion. She did the old back and forth of the typical abuser/abusee relationship… a beating followed by a honeymoon period, followed by a more severe beating. The abuse finally got to where she had to escape from her house in fear for her life, wearing only a torn nightgown, no shoes and no panties, and walked to her mother’s house, where she stayed for some years. She worked in dancing just a few nights a month… enough to pay her bills and start creating a new life for herself. She read a lot of metaphysical and spiritual books. She finally got it together and started getting off the drugs… she said the heroine was easy to quit, while the barbiturates had her rolled up in a ball on the floor of her closet for days at a time. At some point, she had to leave her mom’s house for fear of “Frankenstein’s” threats… she moved out on her own in an effort to keep her mom safe.
J’ton told me of her near-death experience back when she was in her 20s… she had attempted to commit suicide by drugs and was taken into the tunnel of Light. She was hauled before the Throne of God, with Jesus present, and chastised for committing this hideous crime against one of God’s own creations (herself). She was shown what the rest of her life would be like, with a number of key events. She was introduced to the being who would be “walking in” to take over had she decided to abdicate her physical life. She chewed out her “spirit guide” for being such a wuss. Ultimately, she went back to her body. Over the years, she watched as one marker event come true after another. Some events never got a chance to come about.
Over the years, she had many experiences with extraterrestrials… when she was perhaps 6 or 8, she saw one of the Grays in her yard, and worried that the little guy might be lost. The lack of fear probably kept her from being bothered by them. More recently at her house in Spring, a group of very high beings hung out in her house and yard… turns out they were transdimensional aliens that figured her place was a hotel/rest stop, and were puzzled that she wasn’t rustling up grub for them.
More recently, as she was in the process of packing her household to move up to the Dallas/Ft. Worth area, her household was visited, but this time by bad aliens. She knew they were in the house, and they had paralyzed her, and sprayed her with something. She spent the next month or so pulling small nano-implants out of her legs and lower back. She pins the beginning of her sickness to this incident. In subsequent months, she had more and more pain in the lower end of her colon, along with a tumor on the outside of her lady-parts. Her husband was working, but had been denied insurance, so she didn’t seek out a doctor. The pain grew and grew to the point where she could not sit in a car. She couldn’t search for her next house, and had to leave that task to her husband, who simply didn’t understand what was going on with her. She took increasing amounts of aspirin over this period, which barely controlled the pain.
When at last her husband had a job with insurance, she looked for doctors. At length, she found a chiropractor who told her how to approach the system and still have it handled by insurance in spite of the difficulty being obviously preexisting. She went to one of those suburban stand-alone emergency rooms and they sent her to a hospital for admission, which led to a whole string of testing. The doctors sat her husband down and told him what she was likely dying of cancer as he broke down crying. Around the same time as her diagnosis, her mom was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer, and died a few months later.
She was down to lying in bed, occasionally going to the bathroom, and occasionally calling her husband to request specific things from the grocery store. She ate the insides of peach, nectarine and apricot seeds. She ate tumeric, but discovered that it detoxed the painkillers so quickly and to such an extent that she couldn’t take it any more. As the time progressed, she was able to speak on the phone with me less and less, and I felt guilty when it got to where she needed to hang up after perhaps only 5 minutes of chatting.
When she told me specifically what she was dealing with, and what the doctors had given her to deal with it… a form of Morphine… I had to ask the question: “J’ton… you know that when they give you morphine, they’ve essentially written you off… they’ve sent you home to die. My question for you is, have you written yourself off or do you think you’re gonna beat this thing?” Her reply was that she felt like she was going to beat it.
Well… the aspect of Spirit has a number of ways of interpreting things. Beating a disease may not mean actually conquering the disease and making the body well. Sometimes the aspect of Spirit sees victory as just walking away from the body and letting the damn disease have what’s left of the body and giving you a NEW body. Having seen heaven, and having memories of past lives on different planets, J’ton was not really attached to physical life. She wanted to go to that other earth where things were easy. She spent much of her life studying for when she got to go back into Spirit.
This past month I had tried several times to call her, feeling that something was going on. Having been in hospice for some two weeks, J’ton finally beat colon cancer Wednesday afternoon. She had just enjoyed her single most favorite meal… grilled cheese and tomato soup. Shortly thereafter, she needed a morphine push, and settled down for a nap… and released her gentle spirit.
Her husband called me Thursday to break the news. He said that she didn’t want a service and that her ashes were going to be divided into four packets… the first would be sprinkled over her family’s burial plot, another would be sprinkled among the various planters in her favorite mall (her hobby was shopping), one would be sprinkled among the planters in her favorite Indian casino, and the last most likely will be sprinkled out at her favorite fishing wharf at Galveston. I contacted various mutual friends, including two spiritualists to make sure that she went into the Light… seems being pumped full of morphine will confuse even the most evolved spirits. I sent her many prayers and much energy with the intent of nurturing her through the transition. I know she’s been set free, and that she’s been looking over my shoulder as I’ve typed this out. I don’t begrudge her release, but I really miss my friend. It really leaves a hole in my life.
Looking back over the last few months… the lady who runs one of the local psychic fairs has held fairly regular short memorial services for local psychics and the like that had chosen this point in time to go to Spirit, and not just the old farts that were already circling the toilets, either.
You see, it is “THE TIMES”. You see, knowing what we are facing in the next few years, a lot of people who are not on the “earth mission” made the deal with their Higher Selves before entering their current bodies that they didn’t want to deal with the funk, so they are leaving. Some people who ARE on the “earth mission” are graduating to the next level in order to better assist. Look around and take note of the people passing around you… some are escaping and others are graduating, while the rest of us are either getting prepared and entrenched in advance of the coming societal upheavals, and the rest of the people around us are having one last hurrah before their worlds are turned upside down.
Rev. Suzanne Powell manufactures and markets a full line of line of natural stone “medicine jewelry”, subtle energy tools, pendulums, angel and fairy art and “spiritual soap” through her website, http://www.turtleisland.cc
Originally posted 2011-07-02 06:37:48. Republished by Blog Post Promoter