In the Morning After Waking in Meditations

I found it very easy to connect to my energy. There was a blockage, or a darkening of the energy quality in-between my heart and throat.
I felt into this and, discovered an upside-down pyramid shape there. I sort of looked at it, and impulsively punched it the other way, like one of those pop toys.
That was much better, but not great. I remembered also, the stone- like pyramidal shape in my throat that I discovered some time ago. I brought it out, as well, and looked at the two together. Neither of them were allowing the energy to flow.
First I fiddled with combining them, and then I had an imaginative insight; the toroid creates a sort of hourglass shape! So I flipped one over (or punched it through) and stuck the two pointy ends together. Immediately there was massive flow, movement, and energy. WOW

I bathed in this for a bit, and then some things came up. It was an elemental being. He needed help and/or attention.

The first was, of course, one of my own. He is an Ahrimanic being and quite strong. I’ve realized it’s part of my job to work with a lot with the Ahrimanic beings, here.

I can feel him so distinctly. It’s the quality of energy surrounded my head and neck when I am in thought focused on the content.
And, I feel even as distinctly, that energy flee in an almost writhing manner when my focus turns to the activity of thinking.

He isn’t a bad fellow, but he is disconnected from the cosmic energy stream. He brings me no small amount of concrete substance to my thought, keeps me grounded, and Lord knows I need that.
I think the last 10 or so years has been a ” getting to know one another ” in a more intimate relationship.
I’ll call him Black Beauty. He always appears black to me.

Oh, what to say?
He is not at all redeemed, but, I ask if he’d like to be. He seems amenable. I ask him to do some things for me and let him know what I can do for him. Again, he agreed.
I wasn’t so sure about the trustworthiness of such a being and so called on my angel. He was there, immediately, and the arrangement ensued;
I’m not sure how to describe it, exactly, but the angel stands with his feet in my heart area, and empowers my throat, eye, and thinking. We conversed about if I really wanted this, I said yes, and then, the angel came into contact with Black Beauty.
There was a moment when I thought Black Beauty was attacking my angel, and I yelled “No!” but, I don’t think it was an attack in hindsight. He did appear to bite my angel, and something like a black worm passed into my angel. Immediately, though, the worm emerged, transformed. It was… kind of bird-like in that it had feathers and a beak, but still very worm-y and dragon-ish.
These concepts don’t translate well to words, eh?

Anywho, instead of a black blob at the back of my head, or around my head and neck, Black Beauty has become a lot more … nimble? He rests lightly at the base of my neck and does have feathers, now. I still don’t think he is completely redeemed, but, my angel is now connected to him, and I feel a warmth and deep happiness about this. I feel lifted

Almost as quickly as I felt satisfaction of this work, something else came to me. What is it?
I calm my reaction to the prior work and perceive with clarity the environment and mood of a meeting between my mother, grandmother, and I. There is a smell, or a fragrance, to it. There is a distinct feeling. I don’t know if I could describe it.

Slowly, I try to get into contact with the elemental that is visiting me- I surmise from the images and feelings that it is the social atmosphere between me, my mother, and grand-mother. Yes although, it is sad and confused.
It tells me (sort of) that its lost and confused. It is stuck and doesn’t know where to go or what to do.
I feel really sad. I explain that, my grandmother is deceased, and my mother moved. It probably all happened so quickly that this elemental didn’t realize and was never called on again to conclude this. I showed it where my mother is, now, and the elemental zoomed to her location. I feel relieved that it at least has a geographical focal point, now.

I then think of my grandmother, and wonder whether she is conscious in the afterlife.
I do find her. It’s not very difficult, but not exactly super easy, either. She is not conscious. But, she isn’t a stuck cemented etheric body, either. I feel somewhat relieved and also not surprised. I had been curious about this for a while, now. It confirms what I suspected before.