Michael and I finally returned to Bonaparte Court and Chloris Ingleby, Saturday October 7, 2000. I somehow knew this would be the night that she would finally pass over, and I was suddenly hit with the significance of what it was we were doing! Since I was going to be the one speaking to her; doing psychology on her, I at once felt very nervous, almost like I do before a piano performance. This being the case, I actually had to utilize all the little tricks I use before a performance, to keep me from running away screaming.
So we walked over to Bonaparte House with NO expectations. It was getting dark, when we arrived, and she immediately came up behind us in the alleyway. She was very receptive and anxious, that evening, and I asked her how she was feeling. Michael said that she was frightened. I asked why, and Michael said "Pain and suffering!" I asked her what the pain and suffering were, and Michael answered "Not here....over THERE!" (The other side.)
It was at this point that I launched into my dissertaion to her that she had nothing to fear, and! that lo ve and warmth awaited her on the other side. I really laid it on
thick about how more's in her day really sucked, and that there was nothing at all wrong about being a dancer; that I am a dancer and that I am very proud of that fact! I also told her that dancing can be very spiritually uplifting.
After that, it was on to railing about the loathsome creeps she got involved with, including her steward, none of which was her fault. I told her she was a wonderful person with great potential, and she didn't deserve ANY of the abuse she suffered. Finally, I told her that everything she was taught about religion was wrong, wrong wrong!
At that point, Michael told me that she was ready to go. He also sensed that she was dancing, and that she wanted to kiss him and hug me.
Then, unceremoniously, some guy on THIS side of the veil came lumbering down the alley toward us. We wanted to say, "We're working, will you get the h**l out of here?&am! p;quot;& amp;#160; Barring that kind of comment, we simply moved off toward a couple of parked cars. Chloris moved with us.
After the guy finally left, we resumed our session, the mood of which had not skipped a beat. I heard Michael saying to Chloris "Go with Isabelle." (Isabelle is Michael's guide). "Go with Isabelle and she'll protect you!" Still, Chloris was hesitant. I turned around and said "We'll always be your friends, and you can visit us any time you want to. But you must PASS OVER first!"
That seemed to do the trick. Michael excitedly said "She is GOING!" I suddenly became so overwhelmed by the reality that was transpiring that suddenly all I could do was to stare closely at this vine growing up the wall of the building next door. When I said to her "Please go with Joe (my guide), and Isabelle," I could actually feel Chloris' and Isabelle's presence begin to lift up into the air.
Michael was getting all excited. Still I persisted in staring at my vine in! congruou sly, 3 feet in front of me, and I was astonished to feel an actual physical sensation of the lifting of a great oppression. This sensation traveled up my body and out the top of my head, until I felt a sudden, clear lightness of being. I heard Michael say behind me.
"It's over!"
I felt compelled to turn around and look up. There, near the roof of Bonaparte House was the shadow form of a woman in a long dress, next to a brilliant blob of sky-blue ecto (One of Isabelle's signature colors). It was like Chloris was saying "thankyou" and "good-bye". Shortly, they both vanished.
Our guides congratulated us, and immediately afterward, someone came out of the side entrance of Bonaparte house, on their way out. I thought it was funny that the whole time we were working on this, we were afraid someone would come out and chase us away. It never happened, and they stayed inside until the very moment when Chloris finally was released!
Anyway, we were both so completely drained, after this experience that it took me, at least, a week to fully recover my mental energy. I would do it again in a minute, however, because we knew she was now in a much better place.
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As a later addendum to this story, (February 10, 2001), we are happy to report that Chloris came back to us, after a few weeks, as a spirit guide to both Michael and I. She sends us beautiful shafts of rich red light in my (Dawn's) piano room, and she has helped to protect us, in many situations. She came back to me for the first time on Halloween morning, 2000, (Samhain), a mark of her sense of humor. I was lying in bed, fully awake, when suddenly I felt a light touch on my left shoulder.
Simultaneously, a light, and very youthful female voice said happily into my ear:
Alleyway where we rescued Chloris, also Micheal and the wall that seemed to bulge outward as we walked through the "warp" that she had created. The garden walkway is to the left of the wall and Bonaparte House is peeking in from the left.
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