Kids, Animals and Guns: A Journey for gun violence in the United States

Today I want to share a story with you of a journey that I undertook on May 12th 2023, in my psychopomp circle that I do monthly. The intention was to journey for victims of gun violence. My intention was for gun violence in the United States. Because we have a lot of it, and it's a major problem. It's not going away. The Morrigan worked with me, 2 aspects of her, Babh and Mache. Babhhad me ride Mache as a horse. She said we were going to more than one place. First, we went to the western wilderness of the United States, places like Montana, Wyoming, and Colorado, forests, mountains. the victims here were animals. Targets for big game hunters and people hunting for food. Elk, moose. The archange Raguel, the archangel Jehudiel, And the vulture rounded them up from as far away as the Badlands, with a big herd of bison rounding up the rear and coming up the portal. There were many, many animals that went up, but they went willingly. And they were happy. They didn't need a lot of encouragement. Animals usually don't. Next, we traveled to Texas. We saw two shooters. They were still alive, their heads and their hands were twisted up. They shook. They were ill. They watched their victims, mostly children, going up the portal as we were clearing them. The kids initially were very somber and angry. They felt cheated out of their lives. The higher up the portal they went, the closer to transitioning. They began to smile and feel more at peace. Bullets fell out of them onto the ground, and they were writhing there like worms. Babh stepped on them. And as she did so, the shooters wept with pain and remorse for their actions. One of them said to me, his life ended a long time ago, but there would be no mercy. There would be no peace for him. I gave them rose petals of compassion. I told them to use it on themselves, then on others, and whatever existence they did have left, it would hurt less. It would feel different. Both of the shooters accepted the roses, the rose petals, they accepted the compassion that they signified. And as they crushed them in their palms, the smell of roses enveloped them, became a part of them, and that compassion became a part of them, began to swirl around them.