Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2016 00:05:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Snowblind94 <snowblind94@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Jared II - 17 Cleansing

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Jared the Paramedic - Volume II
Chapter 17 - Cleansing

On Friday, Jared and Liam returned to the school shorty before the final
bell of the day.  Brett took them into the oldest part of the school and up
to the abandoned office area to await the students' arrival.  As they
entered the room, Jared and Liam both felt the presence of at least one
shadow presence in the room but were also sure there was more.  The two of
them were also quite aware the shadow knew they had entered the room as
well. Neither of the men had any fear or apprehension resulting from what
they were sensing around them.

The two of them got a table out to set the medicine bundle, bowl and
leather hide onto it.  The two men spread out the deer hide, set the scared
bowl and placed the smudging bundle within it.  Liam pulled out four more
bowls, one of black, white, yellow and red.  He set those bowls to the
side.  In the black bowl facing the west he placed white sage plants.  The
white for the north he placed fresh cedar.  The yellow bowl he placed
coarsely shredded tobacco and the sweet grass braid went into the red bowl
for the south. He moved them to the side.

Liam then unrolled a smaller piece of leather which had the medicine wheel
drawn in natural black and ochre inks. He carefully aligned the circle in
the correct direction.  From a leather bag Liam pulled out a small white
pillar candle on a dish and placed it on the east quadrant.  Next he pulled
out a couple of large feathers and placed them on the north.  Next he
retrieved a piece of granite which had been smoothed and rounded by the
glaciers at the time of the beginning, placing it on the west side.  Next
he placed a small bowl on the south section and poured water into it from a
small container.  The last item he took out of the bag was a bison bone and
deer dew claw rattle.  He placed it gently next to the leather medicine
wheel.  Liam gently moved the sacred bowl with the smudging bundle in the
middle.  He looked up at Jared who was smiling.

"You've been speaking with grandfather, haven't you?" asked Jared with a
smile.

Liam smirked back. "Maybe.  Now that I physically don't have to drive for
hours to visit him, we meet in the middle world all the time for lessons.
I have really begun to recall more and more buried memories, Jared."

"So I see, my soulmate.  The rattle, which is not a newly made one...."

Liam cut him off. "Grandfather gave it to me and I brought it back from the
middle world.  It's a relic from the original Celtic tribes from one of the
medicine men.  I didn't realize the other tribes were making the same
rattle except with their local deer and bison parts.  It's part of the
common knowledge of the origins of the tribes."

The first of the students came into the room and were surprised to see
Jared and Liam standing in the room.  They knew them as paramedics, not
ghost busters.  Soon enough, there were a dozen students consisting of six
girls and six guys.  Brett remained in the room with the students as well.

Jared and Liam had everyone sit in a circle for the discussion.  One by
one, each of the students introduced themselves, explained why they had
joined the club and if they had participated in the Ouija board session.

The discussion was beginning to get interesting as Jared asked about the
spirituality in their lives, if they had any.  Some of the students were
mainline religions with a couple of agnostics, atheists, and evangelistic
church members as well. Jared found it to be very interesting that someone
considered to be of the ultra-conservative evangelical group was in a club
like this.  Brett reminded Jared politely they were not allowed to discuss
religions except in a very clinical and generically factual way.  Jared
explained it was necessary so he had a general idea how the spirit was
working once the persons were identified as being possessed.

The group discussed their views of ghosts, spirits and the next world.
Brett was getting uncomfortable about these discussions around religious
beliefs, and his body language was showing it by squirming in his seat.
Jared and Liam assured anyone there was no obligation for anyone to remain
if the discussions around good or evil and religion bothered them at all.
None of the students were uncomfortable with the discussion, and they did
chuckle at Brett's discomfort.

Jared moved onto the equipment the group used for ghost hunting, and found
it to be pretty basic items they were using.  The young people had bought
all of the items online at various ghost hunting websites.

"We are considered to be Shaman in our tribe, and we are very experienced
in dealing with the spirit world," said Jared.

"You mean you're both native?" asked one of the girls.

"We are both members of the tribe," replied Liam.  "Jared is actually
called the Sacred Medicine Man of the People, and I am the Keeper of the
Old Knowledge.  There are Shaman in many faiths, not just the spiritualism
of the First Nations. Don't forget, we are all brothers and sisters from
the original tribes created on the earth."

"None of that's real," said one of the young men.  Liam and Jared both
recognized him as one of the football players from earlier in the week.

Liam smirked at him and said, "We'll let you be the judge of that.  But, it
is interesting that someone who doesn't believe in a religion believes in
spirits and ghosts."

The young man laughed and shook his head.  "I believe in ghosts, but
nothing else. They are possibly metaphysical energy generated by the body
and released upon death; possibly moving onto another plain of existence."

Liam smiled, "But you don't believe in God, Heaven or Hell and yet you're
acknowledging the existence of spirits."

"Not spirits, energy releases.  There is a big difference - the church just
controls you with stories of a sky fairy who will crush you if you do not
behave the way you should."

"So what you are saying is there are forms of energy released upon death,
and there are other forms of energy which may be beyond our comprehension
but there isn't a god."

"Nope, no sky fairies or God.  We are the result of evolution on this
planet, not divine intervention."

He turned to Jared and spoke, "Grandfather would love to have tea with this
young man and listen to what he says."

The young man asked, "Your Grandfather?"

"He's everyone's grandfather," replied Jared.  "In our culture, anyone of
that age or position is automatically called grandfather by everyone with
the respect an elder person should have.  My adopted brothers and I as well
as our associates all call him grandfather out of respect for his
knowledge.  He is known among the tribes as the Most Sacred Medicine Man of
the People and Messenger of the Creator.  He raised me from a young child
as my father, but I also got the benefit of his being my blood grandfather.
I got two for the price of one."

"Wow, he must be in a nursing home by now?" asked the young man.

Liam laughed, "He may be 98 years old but he lives alone, splits his own
wood, hunts wild game still and still comes to visit us grandchildren on a
regular basis.  He conducts sweats and many ceremonies still as well."

Jared laughed aloud, "My grandfather is very active physically and
mentally.  He is a challenge for myself and my brothers in any games we
play and he is one hell of a practical joker - keeps us on our toes all the
time."

The group chuckled at that information.

Jared smiled, "And on that note... let's get started.  Liam, would you
smudge the room and door while I get the people."

"Of course," Liam replied.

Both lit bundles of white sage, sweet grass, cedar and tobacco and blew on
them until they had a large red ember on them.  Approximately 10 minutes
later, they were both done.  While smudging the people, Jared had explained
the sacred plants they were using and why.  The students found it all
interesting.  Liam had smudged all the windows and doors leading from the
room.  He knew something was watching him with interest and concern from a
couple of different locations within the room.

Liam and Jared moved back to the front of the room.  Liam took some of each
of the four sacred plants and crumbled them between his fingers into the
bowl in the centre of the medicine wheel.

He took the rattle and stepped backwards to shake it.  As he shook it and
chanted, the bowl of sacred plants flashed with fire and then began to
smoulder.  That caused the group to jump.

Jared addressed the group, "We just announced to the spirit world we are
here, and we were also calling the spirits and spirt guides to come in for
a visit.  Before you say anything, these are the spirits of Creator, not
the shadow world.  They are here to help."

There was silence for a moment before one young man asked, "Is this like on
TV where dead people will visit and you'll tell us about them?"

Liam chuckled and looked at the ground, "No, it's not like that.  Well, not
like that all the time."

The young man looked confused and few others of the students were smiling
while they sat back in their chairs with crossed arms.

Jared had the two people he knew who had been invaded move into the circle,
and sit inside the big circle, facing each other.  For all intents and
purposes, they formed their own circle.  He had the others tighten together
but remaining in a circle with their chairs.

"Ok, let me tell you what I know after being in the room with you guys and
talking with you," said Liam.  "There's a low level shadow or evil spirit
in the room which you allowed through the door you opened with your Ouija
board.  Two people who did the session each have a shadow inside them which
needs to be removed.  The one person is a low level shadow and servant of
the one residing deep within you."  He looked at one girl who was from the
evangelistic church.

She looked surprised and replied, "I don't know what you are talking
about."

"You wouldn't be aware as you are under its influence.  We are sitting in
the circle which represents mother earth, the life cycle, and it is full of
positive power," said Jared.  "You are in a circle within a circle, and
trapped.  Neither of you can flee the body you are in to hide in someone
else."  The young people were looking at each other in shock, and horror.

Brett asked, "Shadow?"

"Shadow or shadow person is a human shaped figure but the colour or
consistency of a shadow you would make in the sun - or lighter.  It depends
on the shadow's strength and purpose," replied Jared.

One of the girls from the big circle asked, "Are they evil like in an evil
spirit?"

Jared answered back very quickly, "No, many are not.  Some are wandering
looking for the door to leave; others hang around not even realizing
they're dead. Some may be trying to finish something they should have done
before they died - usually unexpectedly.  A few are evil, and from time to
time there are some truly evil ones who use the other shadows or the energy
from people who are alive.  Now and then we have dealt with demons, shadows
of pure evil, hatred and a lack of morals.  Their only purpose is to feed
on people, grow, and spread darkness.  Unfortunately, they are real."

The young people whispered among themselves in groups.  Liam and Jared
moved to the front of the room and stood behind the table.

"We will explain everything we're doing so you can follow along to
understand what we are doing," started Liam.  "On the table is the medicine
wheel and in each quadrant a representation of four elements of world and
life."  As he lit the candle, "This is fire and the east, water in the bowl
is the south, the rock is the earth in the west and the feather is from the
bird who flies in the air to the north.  These are also the seasons of
mother earth and representation of the physical life cycle of all life on
the planet. No life on this planet can exist without these four things - in
balance." He stepped to the side and Jared took over.

Jared gestured to the four bowls of sacred medicines.  "Each of these
medicines have been given to us to use in our spirituality and protection
from the shadows or evil spirits." He took some of the tobacco and placed
it into the sacred bowl on the table.  He followed the tobacco with sweet
grass, sage and cedar pieces.  Jared explained the purpose of each as he
mixed them, Jared said a word loudly and once again a flame appeared and
then settled to a smoulder.

Liam picked up the rattle and shook it while reciting, "Creator, we are
here to protect and cleanse these people and ask for your help."  The two
men had been facing the east, they turned and repeated everything exactly
the same for each of the directions.  Liam gently placed the rattle on the
table as Jared moved to the back of the room where he could observe
everyone.

Liam began the chanting and prayers as he lit the smudging bundle again.
No one in the room understood what Liam was saying as the smoke began to
rise in the room.  The two inside the circle were beginning to squirm in
their seats, and this didn't go unnoticed by Brett.

Liam smudged himself and commenced to do a smudging of the young people in
the outer circle.  Three quarters of the way through the room cleansing, a
ghostly translucent shape appeared in front of them all.

The students in the larger circle were astounded that everyone was seeing
it at the same time.  Jared moved forward and took the smudging bundle from
Liam, fanning it with his eagle feathers.

"Shadow, you have one chance to show yourself peacefully," said Jared very
loudly.  "You may come forward to be identified and cleansed which would
allow you to move on in peace."

The spirit became more defined until he materialized into an older man
dressed in a suit from the 1960's.  He walked over to the girl Jared
suspected of being the master to the low level shadows in the room.  He
tipped his fedora hat to her, and then moved towards Jared.

He opened his mouth and screeches similar to nails dragged on a chalkboard
came out of him. The students making up the outside circle placed the palms
of their hands over their ears.  It didn't bother the young people on the
inside circle. The ghost box which had been left on by Jared now provided
an interpretation for the people in the room.

"I wish to move on in peace and it's all I have wanted for many years.  I
have been in this building for a long time and wish to leave it to the
present people to look after," the spirit said.  The spirit looked at Jared
and Liam directly, "You two are well known in the spirit realm as being
very fair, very, very strong and the chosen ones of the Creator."

Brett interjected, "May I ask a question, Jared?"

Jared looked to the spirit who nodded his head.  "Go ahead," replied Jared.

"Are you Mr. McKnight, the very first school administrator?" asked Brett.

The spirit nodded and seemed to smile.  "I am, and I wanted to stay and
protect my school but I have seen it in very good hands for many years.  I
see it in your hands now, Mr. Halgen, and I realize I am not needed
anymore."

The kids in the room where amazed they were watching a real conversation
with a ghost.

The spirt continued, "These young people need to understand how dangerous
what they did really is, and I hope the chosen of the Creator can educate
them. I tried to protect them from the evil ones who are in this room."

Jared smiled and said, "Thank you for your service to the school,
Mr. McKnight."  The group watched as he fanned the smudging smoke towards
the ghost and chanted something in another language.  They missed Jared's
eyes flashing pure white for just a second, opening the door for the
spirit.  They watched as the spirit began to glow as the white smoke
covered his form.  The glow began to increase until the shape was very
bright, and then it dissolved into pure white - disappearing entirely.
There was nothing now but smudge smoke.

The people in the outer circle all sat their quietly for a moment with
their mouths hanging open, even Brett's.  Two the young men bumped fists
and said out loud, "Fuckin' A incredible, dude."

"Language," said Brett.  The two young men apologized.  "But, I need to
agree.  Fuckin' incredible guys.  Jared, these spirits are real?"

"You saw it with your own eyes and spoke with it, as well as the totally
different reaction from the two in the centre of the circle to the spirit
you saw," said Jared.

Liam spoke from the back of the room, "The servants and spirit in the
middle now have the same opportunity to voluntarily leave their hosts and
stand before us."

The group turned their attention to Liam, now standing there holding a
large staff.

"You guys really get into your roles for this stuff, don't you?" said one
of the girls in the middle.

"You know exactly who we are, don't you?" replied Liam as he moved to the
edge of the outer circle.  "Who are you?" Liam's voice thundered with power
through the room, shaking it enough it felt like a small earthquake.  The
students in the outer circle grabbed their desks, but settled down by
Jared's hand signals to reassure them.

The girl's eyes in the centre turned red in colour, causing the outer
circle of people to jump in their seats. "Yes, I know who you two are, and
how weak you are compared to me.  My name is not important."

Jared diverted the spirits attention by saying, "This is the last chance
for you to voluntarily leave those hosts you have blended with."  No one
moved.

Liam raised his staff and held it out straight with both arms.  His eyes
were glowing white as he said, "Spirits, do you wish to be released?"

One of the young people quickly replied, "Yes."

"Stand and place your hands on the staff," directed Liam.  She did so and
as her hands touched the staff, a shadow left her body.  Jared commanded it
to approach him; it moved towards him and hovered.  He fanned the smudging
smoke over them while chanting.  The shadow instantly began to turn opaque
as the smudge enveloped it.  The girl, now free of its influence stood
still to shake her head.  Liam moved her towards Brett to sit down.

Jared turned to the remaining person being possessed, "Leave the girl and
face the Creator."

She laughed at Jared, "I really like this one, Shaman.  They preach so much
hatred at their place of worship I fit right in with them.  They don't even
know or care how much evil they are spreading in the name of their church."

The other girl who was a member of that church looked horrified at what was
being said.

The spirit continued to speak as it looked at her friend, "You are so
gullible, Cindy, the same as the rest of your friends in the church.  They
speak of love except for anyone different from your image of perfection; so
many groups yours this have changed the words in the bible and then
published it to support their position.  There isn't anything I could make
them do to serve my agenda better.  They also do it with free will so they
have no clue how many of the shadow servants have blended with them to draw
strength from their hosts. The people flock to false leadership and
messengers, all in the name of monetary profit."

"Carla, this can't be true," cried Cindy. She turned to Jared and Liam,
"That doesn't even sound like her."

"I told you religion is the root of all evil," said one of the young men.
"I'm an atheist and all religion should be illegal."

The spirit laughed again, "You atheists are even better at spreading hate
and intolerance than the crackpot religious groups are.  The atheists have
created and become a religion of their own - their common belief and
objectifying what they preach of there being no god.  They deny the
existence of a higher being while cultivating and worshipping the hatred of
anyone who does believe.  It's not enough for you atheists to not believe,
you have this need to actively belittle, ridicule and promote hatred
towards those who believe. You all repeat the same science doctrine and
same arguments put forth by some academics for hundreds of years.  Just
read the blogs on MSN and Yahoo, there is so much hatred in them, it is so
energising for us.  You are so helpful in my missions, both of you.  We
don't care who spreads the hatred, we just need it spread to give us
strength."  The girl laughed loudly.

 The young man as well as Brett sat stunned at what had been said to them.

"Enough," said Jared.  Both Liam's and Jared's eyes were now bright white.

The girl stood to face them as they moved closer.  "Fuck you shaman.  Your
turn to die," she said.

She was focused on Jared and didn't see Liam's staff gently touch her on
the shoulder.  As it did, there were bright sparks that flew from it as if
arc welding were taking place.  The outside ring of students moved under
their desks for protection. Liam began chanting after the sparks had begun.

Jared grabbed some of the sacred plant material from the bowls on the
table, moved forward and quickly threw them onto the young lady.  She threw
her head backwards with her mouth wide open, screaming.  As she did, a very
large and black shadow orb exited her mouth and floated upwards to form a
cloud.  Jared trapped it within a white orb he created.  The dark shadow
inside the orb was very active as it moved around in circles trying to get
out.  There were times eyes appeared inside the orb, looking out at the
students which caused them to move backwards unconsciously.  Suddenly, the
orb cracked and it escaped. The black mass moved around looking for an
escape from it predicament.

Liam stood back, his staff in a position similar to parade rest. His eyes
turned white as he gestured with his free hand 'come here' with the palm up
and fingers curling in repeatedly.  Liam finally spoke in ancient
Gaelic. "You probably need to be with the womenfolk and children to be
safe, shadow.  The weakest and sickest of them would be the only ones you
would score a victory over."  He laughed at the shadow.

The shadow began to vibrate in the air giving off the feeling of a static
electrical charge to everyone in the room.  People felt as if ants were on
their skin from the shadow's electrical intensity.  The form suddenly
lunged at Liam and engulfed him.

Jared called out "LIAM!"

The only thing anyone could see inside the black mass were two very bright
white eyes.  Suddenly, part of the shadow formed a mouth and began to
scream.  Liam was still standing in the middle, but now his form was
becoming whiter and brighter on a steady basis.  The demon was burning up
like an early morning fog being consumed by the sun.  The last part of the
demon was consumed into oblivion, and Liam returned to his current form
standing at parade rest.

Jared felt relief, but would be having words with Liam about the way he
handled the demon. He moved around the room and smudged everyone one more
time before placing it back on the table again

"Any questions about what happens when you play with the occult, children?"
asked Jared sarcastically.

There was a pause for a moment before everyone started to hurl questions.
Jared held his hand up for silence.

"What you saw today was the direct result of you guys playing with the
Ouija board, and calling for spirits to appear for you.  Ghost hunting is
dangerous, especially for your ages and lack of knowledge because it is
usually the evil or distressed who respond to you first," explained Jared.

Liam now spoke up, "What you saw was what you might call and exorcism in
simple terms.  These evil shadows or spirits had possessed your spirit or
soul if you prefer because you allowed it.  Each one of you who were
possessed had a weakness, and it was exploited."

"What do you mean by weakness?" asked one of the students.

"I think your weaknesses could be summarized simply as your prejudices,
dislikes, intolerances and your own personal insecurities.  These can be
exploited by the shadow evil ones, but meanwhile I suggest you find
something else to do for a club and head on home," said Liam.

Jared suddenly turned his head and looked at one of the young men in the
group.  Liam moved behind Jared and placed his hand on his boyfriend's
shoulder.

"Jared, he needs to know," said Liam.  "But let everyone see what is
happening in the room."

Jared nodded slightly.  "Everyone hold hands."  The group quickly reached
and took the hands of the person next to them.  Jared moved and reached out
to grasp Brett's shoulder.  As Jared's and Liam's eyes turned white, the
group suddenly saw the presence of two more shadows who resembled people.
One was near the one young man and the other was near one of the girls who
had been silent through the ceremony.

"Trent, I'm your mother and I finally get to speak with you."

The young man went pale, "Mom? But I kill..."

"No Trent, I've wanted to somehow speak with you all these years, it wasn't
your birth which killed me.  The choice was given to me to abort you and
stay alive, but you were born as my gift of life to you, Trent. You need to
understand this."

The woman was beautiful and stood approximately 5'5" with long dark hair.
Her son resembled her in many ways except he was taller and very muscular.
The young man had tears running down his cheeks.

"Trent, you need to drop this guilt and belief of your killing me.  Your
father has done a wonderful job of raising you, son, and he now has a
wonderful wife.  She has tried so hard..."

Trent spoke, "She tried to be my mother, but real my mother is dead
because..."

"Trent, she is trying to help you and truly loves you as much as any mother
could love a son.  She truly loves you as much as I do.  She's not trying
to replace me, she's trying to be a wife and the mother you need to grow up
into a good adult.  That's all.  Trent, I made the choice not to have an
abortion and take the risk of my life with your birth."

Liam moved behind the young man and touched his shoulder.  Trent's mother
stopped talking as Liam linked the young man directly with the spirit.
They didn't need to talk aloud as they were now sharing thoughts and
memories with each other.  In a moment of the link being in place it was
over.  In that moment, the two had spoken to each other on another level
where a few second of time is hours.  Trent now understood and accepted
what his mother was saying, and for the first time in his life - he no
longer thought of himself as the piece of shit who should be dead instead
of his mother.

The gentle lady turned to Liam and Jared and bowed.  "Thank you, and peace
be with you both."

The two men returned the bow and replied, "And also with you, mother."

The girl on the other side of the room was looking at the old man near her.

"Guido?" she asked timidly.

"Yes little one, it is Guido.  Baba also sends her love and greetings."

Her hand went to her mouth, "Oh my God."

The spirit laughed, "No, not God - just Guido.  We don't have long little
one but we know you are having trouble getting help to go to university.
We are going to give some information to the Sacred Medicine Man of the
People and if we could ask him to act on our behalf."

The girl looked confused.

"Little one, we know you are destined to be a Doctor, and we have always
known.  Your mother, our daughter was never one to save money so we hid
something from her."

"You what?"

Guido looked at the floor and then at his granddaughter.  "Your mother is a
good daughter, and has always been a good mother and wife but she sucks at
financial responsibility."

The girl laughed, "That's an understatement.  She drives dad nuts."

"He has the patience and love for her only a saint could have little one.
What we did was to hide money and saved enough for your education, room and
board, too."

The girl looked shocked.

"We didn't get to tell your father because we both died in the car accident
so suddenly so I will tell the Sacred..."

"Please, call me Jared, Grandfather."

The man stared and bowed, "An honour you give me, Jared.  Please, help my
little one get in contact with a lawyer we had been using to gain access to
the trust fund we set up."

Jared bowed to the older man, "I am humbled you choose to place your trust
in me to help your loved one."

Liam stumbled slightly.

Jared steadied his soulmate, "We need to end this.  The energy drain is
tremendous on us and Liam is weak."

The two people began to fade as they both said, "Thank you."

Jared and Liam both chanted and prayed, "Thank you for your blessing of
speaking with loved ones, and for the protection of the people from the
shadows.  We remain your servants, Creator."

There were more questions, many of them were answered but after some time,
Jared and Liam began to deflect them.  After a short time, the students had
all left.

Brett asked the big question, "What the hell did I see, Jared?  I mean,
even those clothes Liam is wearing are pretty exotic."

Jared and Liam stood in front of Brett.  "I'm assuming you are one of the
agnostics of the group, Brett?"  asked Liam.

"Agnostic and tendency to atheist but I'm not a hate preacher like was
discussed earlier," replied Brett.  "This sure gave me something to think
about though.  I knew you were considered a medicine man, that's why I
asked you here to help but I don't know what to believe any more.  These
powers you have, both of you, where do they come from?"

Liam gave him a very sarcastic smirk, "From someone you don't believe in;
the highest power of all - the buffalo."  Jared smacked Liam in the back of
the head.

The three men left the school and headed to a restaurant and for the next
two hours Brett was educated on the ways of Mother Earth, and the Creator.

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Editor's note:

Sometimes life takes unexpected turns. Sometimes good, sometimes bad.
Meeting Bruce was one of the good ones. I never would have thought I would
make a friend a thousand miles away that I could talk to about anything,
but I did. And yes, if you read the author's comments after the last
chapter, you've probably figured out that I was freaking out just a tad
from the bad turn...

Now, if only Jared and Liam could come down here and purge this hatred that
has been stoked...